Wheat field ran to Kuster and said:

"General, this is too dangerous, let's let the cavalry go by themselves!"

Kuster kicked him a few meters away:

"What are you afraid of, we have 2 cavalry companies, one more than them.

Moreover, this is our only chance, and if we make a mistake, the situation on the battlefield becomes extremely unfavorable for us. Even if they're ready, I'll have to take a gamble.

In order to win, we had to arrive by 5 a.m. Too soon, and we will be weary from the march; Too late, and we'll miss another opportunity. ”

With that, Kuster jumped on horseback and led 2 cavalry companies to march towards the Russian division headquarters. The wheat field had to get up and grab a horse to follow him.

At 4:20 a.m., Kuster was met with resistance from small Russian forces and had to disperse a company. He took another company with him and continued his march through the bushes.

At 4:30, Kuster could already see the outline of the Russian divisional headquarters, so he stopped his horse, turned to the cavalry, and said:

"My children, the artillery fire is incessant, the blood is misty, the sky is dark, today is a terrible day! But to fight with us, the warriors of Austria-Hungary, is even more terrible!

Let us let out a deafening roar that resounds throughout the battlefield, let the Immortal Emperor hear our bravery, and let the world tremble! ”

The more excited Custer spoke, the more majestic the cavalry's roar became. The intricate sounds of war on the battlefield can drown out their voices, but it cannot erode their morale.

Then, Kuster looked at the Russian army with sharp eyes, as if he were looking at a group of dead men, drew his saber and said:

"The knife is unsheathed, the gun is down, move quickly!"

Although the cavalry was heavily armed, some with sabers and some with spears, their will was unified.

Drawing their weapons in unison, the shiny blade leaked cold light in the dim light, and the old tip of the spear exuded murderous aura.

The Russians were not well prepared, and they were not spotted until the Austrian cavalry company was only 200 yards away from them. Their machine gunners quickly got into position, but in the next second, they were killed by a vigilant wheat field.

But even without the suppression of machine guns, the Russian army hiding behind the bunker fired with rifles, which was enough for the Austrians to drink a pot.

At the hundred-yard mark, the long-range exchange of fire between the two sides was at its most intense, with people constantly falling. The current situation has reached the point where either you die or I die, so Kuster pointed the tip of his knife at the Russian army and shouted:

"Charge! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empire! ”

"Long live the Emperor!"

"Long live the Empire!"

The cavalrymen shouted loudly, brandished their sabers, raised their spears, and rushed towards the Russian troops.

The Russian troops in the position also crawled out, rifles loaded with bayonets, shouted words that Kuster did not understand, and launched a counter-charge against the Austrian cavalry.

When the two armies met, the cavalry, with its powerful impact force, directly knocked the Russian infantry out, and there were big gaps on the battle line one after another.

Kuster quickly rushed along the gap to the commander of the Russian division.

As the wind that blew on Custer's face subsided, he gradually straightened up, raised his saber aloft, and landed at the right moment, cutting off the division commander's left arm.

"Ahh

The Russian commander's screams were as terrifying as the blood remaining on his left arm, and his eyes became fierce, and he drew his saber, intending to fight Kuster to the death.

But Kuster, apparently not wanting to waste time, pulled out a pistol in his left hand and fired three shots at him in quick succession.

The first shot hit him in the lung, but he still stood with his knife on his feet, his eyes wide open and glaring at Kuster. The second shot knocked his kneecaps off and he had to fall to his knees and raise his head full of unwillingness. The third shot pierced his skull, and the spilled brains announced his death.

After Kuster killed the Russian division commander, Mai Tian galloped over with 9 cavalrymen.

"General, let's go, the Russians are coming in soon!"

Kuster did not hesitate and led them out of the siege, finally making it back to headquarters at 6 a.m.

When the Russians arrived, they saw only a few hundred corpses, and their division commander had died a miserable death.

At 7 a.m., Kuster sent a telegram in clear code stating that they had successfully killed the commander of the R1 Division.

The Russians were caught off guard by this information, and soon all the units of the R1 Division, surrounded and unable to communicate, and the chain of command collapsed, surrendered to the Austrian army, and more than 8,000 people were captured.

Kuster intended to attack the Eastern Front again, but his battalions were badly damaged. Moreover, he got bad news.

"What? Is Gerstoli dead? Kuster answered the phone with his left hand in a rare gesture and said in shock.

"Yes, his body was blown apart by a shell, and we can't recover his body!" It was Dréval on the other end of the line, who said equally sadly.

"What!"

"Although we succeeded, we lost at least 2 battalions, and the other battalions were in poor condition.

General, because of the actions just now, you may not know that our friendly line to the east has collapsed!

Their retreat, which led to the encirclement of our 3 battalion to the east, cut us off from communication.

Now the headquarters ordered us to immediately abandon the Transnistrian line and retreat 20 km to the west. ”

"What?!"

Kuster, who thought he had won a big victory and wanted to expand his victory, was dizzy by this series of problems.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his right hand, and he lifted his sleeve, and his arm was partially sliced off with the flesh of the belt. The index finger was also cut open, leaking out the gray tendons inside. Such a serious injury was caused by a breakout just now.

Deeply battered by the psychological and physical blow Couste's face turned pale, and Dréval gave him another blow:

"We were specially ordered to go to Krakow, where we could dismantle the troops and use the local rail traffic to replenish the other divisions in a timely manner."

Overwhelmed, Kuster's figure leaned twice, eventually breaking the phone line and fainting on the floor.

By the time Kuster woke up, it was already the night of September 9, and the two divisions he had destroyed had recovered a large number of lost troops due to Russia's strong mobilization ability and were back into battle.

He opened his eyes and tried to get out of bed, but suddenly his right hand was weak and he rolled off the floor.

The noise seemed to catch the attention of a person, and the sound of a cane slapping outside the door could be heard.

The man pushed open the door, walked into the room, and turned on the light. In the dim light reflected a familiar face - Franz.

Franz slowly got down, pulled Kuster up, and said to him:

"Hey, I understand your recent situation, our only old subordinate, Gerstoli, is dead.

As for the wheat field, you don't have to worry, he has been guarding you here for the past few days, and I just changed the guard with him. ”

As he spoke, Franz took out a few photographs from his waist, showed them to Kuster, and said gently:

"The Russians will not let you go, you beat their generals like this, drowned their troops in the river, they call you a 'butcher'.

Be careful these days. Also, Boroyevich wants you to go to him as soon as you wake up, which is probably not a good thing. ”