"The line of defense is going to be lost." The battle began on the morning of the 23rd, and it didn't take long for the head of Grady to call for help.

"No reinforcements can get there." Rudolph directly interrupted what he wanted to say.

"We really can't stop it."

"Don't you still have a reserve of four hundred?"

"This is also my problem, and it will not last long to put this unit on the front line."

"What about the casualties now."

"Not sure, casualties have been increasing, estimated at more than three hundred."

The 133rd Regiment was indeed at the end of the mountain, with fourteen hundred men at the front, and in less than a morning it was time to mobilize the reserves.

"Can you withdraw it?"

"I'm afraid not, if we leave our positions, our losses will be even heavier, and we may even fall into encirclement."

Rudolph fell silent, the Russian attack was beyond expectations, and even with all his might, he could not resist it. But it was also a little difficult to retreat on their own initiative, these soldiers were firmly pinned down in their positions and could not get out at all. In short, they cannot be needlessly consumed on the position.

"Let Trent be ready to fire without leaving shells behind." Rudolph gave the order to the artillerymen.

"General, with all due respect, we will definitely destroy before the Russians."

"Do your reserves still have offensive capabilities?"

"Yes, but there are too few people."

Rudolph was silent for a while, and said with some hesitation: "Counterattack on all fronts." ”

Grady was incomprehensible, and he didn't dare to follow the order. "Please repeat it."

"Counteroffensive on all fronts, throw in reserves and all tanks, do your best to repel the Russians, disrupt their deployment, and then take the opportunity to retreat."

"Casualties will be unpredictable, and tanks will be directly exposed to artillery fire."

"Execute the order, don't worry about the loss of tanks, and bring the troops back as much as possible, this is your last chance."

Grady didn't answer directly, he muttered, "We are an attacking force, and even if we fall, you will fall on the way to the charge." ”

"You have fulfilled your responsibilities."

"Yes. We're going to fight. ”

Grady assigned the combat mission, and the reserves immediately went into battle.

Vincent thought he was hallucinating, but there was no time for him to think, and the priority was to stop the Russians.

There were several explosions in the crowd, followed by a large number of Russians being swept down by machine guns. Vincent could be sure that their reinforcements were coming.

As expected, the Russian offensive stalled. Tanks crossed the trenches and rampaged through the crowd, followed by infantry firing incessantly. The Russians did not retreat, and a large number of Russian troops poured in from the rear, seeing that they were about to overwhelm the support army.

The company commander gathered them together and gave them orders to fight with a hoarse throat.

"Get out of the trenches and kill all these Russians. Do not think about exhaustion, for the sake of the great empire and our people, attack. ”

Vincent grabbed his rifle and jumped out of the trench. Shouts rang out from the battlefield. He took his two remaining subordinates and rushed forward with the soldiers in front.

The Russians, too, with bayonets, charged forward. Vincent didn't have time to shoot, so he engaged the Russian army in a short fight. A Russian soldier passed by him, turned his gun and stabbed the Russian into his body.

The Russian soldier fell to the ground with his mouth open, but there was no sound. Blood was pouring out of his mouth, and he was no longer breathing. Vincent tried to pull out the bayonet, but found that he had used too much force just now, and the bayonet got stuck between the enemy's ribs. Vincent hurriedly pulled out his pistol and began to shoot at the surrounding enemies.

He killed two Russian soldiers, and before one magazine could be filled, the Russians in the back fled. The platoon commander ordered them to continue the attack, Vincent took out his jammed rifle and went back to count the numbers, and he found that one of his men had been killed in battle.

They pursued the fleeing Russian soldiers, and the men in the trenches were powerless to stop them, and soon they were also coerced by the deserters who jumped into the trenches, and the trenches were in chaos, some were trying to escape, and some were preparing to defend on the spot.

However, when the tanks arrived, everyone stopped their actions and raised their hands in surrender. There are only ten of Rudolph's tanks left, and although there are not many of them, their deterrent power is unparalleled.

The attacking troops did not have time to capture the Russians, they left the prisoners to those behind and continued to fight, as if to completely crush the Russian troops.

Rudolph did not intend to let these valuable tanks be withdrawn, and after a long period of wear and tear, these tanks will break down in a situation of more than a dozen kilometers.

Some of the soldiers had already begun to escort the prisoners to retreat, but Vincent was still following the tank charge, and they needed to drive the Russians two kilometers behind, which was the decoy position of the Austrian army and the starting point of the Russian army.

Vincent was still on the offensive, and he regained the feeling he had once had annihilated two regiments. It was as if they were in the middle of a field exercise, chasing down the panicked Russians.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a cannonball suddenly exploded beside him, and Vincent saw the fire on the opposite side. The Russians pushed the artillery down the front line, and the direct fire of the 76 field guns was not very effective, but the dense artillery fire still caused them a large number of casualties.

Tanks have been a key target, and so far, four tanks have been destroyed. The shells flew almost in a straight line, and as soon as they hit, the tank was immediately scrapped.

The armor could not withstand the shells of this calibre, and Vincent saw a tank explode, the shell cutting through a smooth curve, using kinetic energy to smash through the thinned roof of the car, and then detonate the ammunition inside the tank. To survive under artillery fire, it is more by virtue of its low profile.

The unit was already red-eyed, they rushed out of artillery fire, and again engaged the Russians in close combat.

"For the Motherland." In a shout, the soldiers rushed into the crowd.

They did not care in the slightest about the growing number of Russian soldiers around them. The few remaining tanks shuttled between them, and they rushed all the way to the artillery position, and the Russian artillery left their posts one after another.

As the sun set, a golden curtain fell on the blood-colored battlefield. Vincent was covered in dust and blood. After an afternoon of fierce fighting, they were completely surrounded by Russian troops. Six hundred of them, under the command of the battalion commander, repelled the Russian troops and recaptured their positions.

The mortar group had long since run out of ammunition, the assault artillery had been reduced to steel wreckage, and the army behind the palace was reduced to just over a hundred exhausted soldiers. They could no longer attack, everyone hid in the trenches and continued to hold back the Russian troops.

"We fought until the last moment, and our unit had lost its offensive capability."

"The 133rd Regiment has been withdrawn, and your sacrifice is worthy of the value of the soldiers. Now it is possible to lay down the arms with dignity and put an end to this brutal battle. "Rudolph sent a telegram back to the front at the command.

"The living will record all this, long live the Empire. CL (terminated)"