On the night of September 7, a group of men in green uniforms took advantage of the darkness to slowly approach the Dniester River.

They were in groups of several people, dressed in new clothes, but holding on to old rafts.

There were also about 2 companies of troops covering them - this is the Russian army observed in the wheat field.

The moonlight leaked into the bunker, reflecting the resolute Austrians inside. There was also a slight silver glow from the machine gun, but the Russians on the other side did not notice it.

Kuster slowly walked behind many of the heavys and slapped each soldier on the back.

The moonlit night was silent, and so were the shores: on the north shore there was only the sound of boots stepping into the mud, and the inevitable clashing; On the south bank, the sound of boots tapping on the cobblestone floor.

Seeing the Russians getting closer, Kuster thought for the last time what he had:

This bunker was left over from the previous friendly units. It had never been activated before, and it wasn't sturdy, but it was secluded enough to be impossible to spot, especially at night.

He placed 24 machine guns in the bunker, and placed 1 infantry company on each flank, equipped with a radio station.

Turning their eyes back to the river again, the Russian vanguard had already set up the raft and began to cross it.

Mai Tian said a little anxiously:

"General, telegrams have been sent from both sides, and they are asking to open fire."

These words were not only the hearts of the troops on both wings, but the soldiers in the bunker also looked back at Kuster expectantly.

Kuss pointed to a cigarette:

"Don't worry, here, the river is 200 meters wide, and it will take a long time for them to come over. I think it would be better to open fire when they were all in the river. ”

"But General, at that time, their vanguard may have already reached the shore, so won't it let them touch the vicinity of the Bunker?"

"Don't worry, it's a little windy and the waves are a bit fierce today, and they will be very tired when they come ashore. According to what I know about the Russian army, they will not immediately move and fight when they come ashore, but will rest on the spot, and this is our chance. ”

"So General, how do I get back to the wings?"

"Tell them not to rush, wait for the machine guns to open fire and suppress them, and then they will shoot on their own. At the same time, let them pay attention to the blind spots of the Bunker, if a Russian touches them, I will skin them. ”

"And what are we going to do with the rest of the Russians, with artillery fire?"

"That's a waste, we just need to smash their boat. I don't believe that the Russians can fight after sinking into the water and turning over. ”

Wheat Field nodded, and after saluting Kuster, he took his gun and quickly went to inform the telegraph operator.

About 10 minutes later, the vanguard of the Russians had come ashore. As Kuster had expected, they did rest in place.

After seeing that the 2 companies that the Russians had previously been responsible for covering also began to cross the river, Kuster did not hesitate to draw his command knife and shouted:

"My children! Pour out your anger on these Russians! ”

24 machine guns burst into sparks in an instant, constantly shooting at the Russians. They are like the scythe of death, and every swing from side to side takes the lives of a group of people.

After hearing the sound of machine guns in the wings, sporadic but loud sharp sounds also quickly rang out.

Kuster was shaken by the seismic gunfire, but his eyes were still closed, immersed in the art and fire of war.

"General, look!" The frightened voice of the wheat field came.

Kuster opened his eyes dissatisfied, glared fiercely at the wheat field, and then looked up the river. Even though he has experienced a hundred battles, he is still shocked and has some respect at the moment.

Nearby, the vanguard of the Russians was at the moment under fire from 3 directions, and there were less than 20 people left. But after they reacted, they still rushed to the blazing bunker without fear.

Among them, there was a man, who had been shot dozens of times, still standing upright, holding a rifle with a bayonet, staggering towards the bunker. If it hadn't been for a shot in the head by Wheat Field, he might have climbed a few steps forward.

After the raft on the river was overturned and broken, most of the Russians in the back row ran away. The Russians in front, seeing that there was no hope of retreat, rose up, threw away their rifles, left only their sabers, and crawled towards the Austrians with all their might.

And they can only die: they are shot directly in the water or in the river beach, or they are crushed to death by flying shrapnel, or they are frozen to death by the icy river water, and some are drowned by huge waves......

In less than 10 minutes, the entire formation of two battalions was buried in Transnistria. What used to be a clear and trickling river is now filthy and scarlet.

Kuster looked at everything here, his hand holding the command knife trembled a little, and said in a low voice:

"I thought they were dead a long time ago, but I didn't expect that before they died, they burst out with the most precious and important spirit of the living.

They are the standing army of the Russians and the warriors of the Russians, may Transnistria bury them well. ”

Kuster's words made the Austrians in the bunker a little sad, but Kuster said:

"Okay, stop, we do have to treat them with respect as soldiers, but we need to act quickly.

Four battalions were ordered to cross the river quickly, and the positions here were taken over by reserve battalions. ”

With that, Kuster walked out of the bunker without looking back. Looking at the white and flawless moon, it looks like everything is beautiful. And beneath it is a plain strewn with corpses.

Custer's fish-gray coat floated in the wind, and gray-black military boots clung to the ground. He stood on the Bunker, and he looked up with a sad look.

But Kuster didn't notice that there was a sneaky man on the plain on the other side, fiddling with some big shelf, and finally the white light flashed, and the man and the big shelf disappeared. Even if Kuster came to his senses and saw that there was nothing serious, he didn't care.

This is actually a war correspondent and his camera. Although no one knows why he was there, I have to admit that he took a very artistic picture.

This man, who came to be known as the 'Butcher on the Dniester', stood on a high place and looked up at the stars. Below him was the bunker, with smoking machine guns leaking out of several cracks.

As the field of view shifts to the right, more and more bloody images unfold: river beaches full of dead bodies and blood-red rivers.

No one knows how many people have died here, and no one cares how many people are still buried in the river. It is only known that the Russians suffered a crushing defeat under the defeated leadership, while the Austrians won a resounding victory under the wise leadership.

With the passage of time and the advancement of technology, the more mysterious this picture becomes. Some people have tried to make it colorful, but have failed. Perhaps, the function of this photograph is to record what happened in the world and to leave as much memory as possible for future generations of that era......

Of course, the current purpose of this photo is to help Kuster himself.