On March 4, the battle in the south of the city had been going on for two days. There were also skirmishes in the eastern part of the city.

The Russians did not seem to realize the brutality of the street fighting, they went straight into the city, and then hit their heads in front of the masonry fortress and broke their blood. For two days, the Russian army failed to capture a single position.

A dull explosion sounded in his ears, and Rudolph stayed in the basement, casually talking to others. The Russian artillery fire was useless, and although many shells fell, they were distributed throughout the city, and not even a single street could be completely destroyed.

Rudolph spent two hours in the basement when the explosion came from afar, and there was not even a trace of dust on the roof.

Walking onto the surface, the expected devastation did not appear. Several roofs were opened, and a crater appeared in the street. Looking at the depressed streets and the heavily loaded soldiers, Rudolph once suspected that he was at the scene of a terrorist attack.

Artillery doctrine was the calling card of the Soviet Union, and the current Russia was just a European steamroller. As the weakest link of imperialism, they should still think about how to make enough rifles.

In this bombardment, the 24th Army almost ran out of their artillery reserves. In fact, these precious shells should have been used to destroy fortifications, not squander them on the city's monuments.

Rudolf had no time to grieve the loss of Lemberg's cultural heritage, he needed to be concerned about the loss of his troops. The Russians attacked under artillery fire, and although they failed to make a breakthrough, there was still confusion on the front line. The troops at the front organized the defensive line in battalions, and these battalions were very large, because of the addition of supporters, the three battalions of the 41st Regiment reached 1,600 men, and the infantry companies under their jurisdiction were expanded from four to six.

According to the report of the 41st Regiment, three companies on the front line were missing, probably because the telephone lines were broken, and the streets and alleys were full of heralds.

Rudolph carefully inquired about the battle situation just now, and the 1st and 4th battalions in the south were under great pressure, and the Russian army's offensive had not stopped. The 2nd Battalion to the east was leisurely, and the Russian army only carried out tentative activities.

Back at the command, Rudolph was relatively silent with the officers. The commanders of the regiments were all sent back to their units by Rudolph, and there were only four commanders of the 27th Division and the 79th Brigade in front of them.

Because I know too much, everyone has no bottom in their hearts. Now it's completely instinctive, deliberately not thinking about it. Everyone was looking at several maps on the walls, and from time to time the staff officer came over to read out the messages from the front. No one spoke, and they were all afraid that the truth would come out.

No one is afraid, just simply carrying the pressure. Rudolph did not speak, he was the Supreme Commander and the youngest of the group. In these final moments, a piece of good news is more encouraging than any speech. Rudolph didn't have to worry about their emotions either, and the commander had to give it his all while the outcome was uncertain.

Rudolph himself couldn't stand it at first, and in the depressing atmosphere, although he forced himself to calm his expression, his heart was on fire.

Deputy Division Commander Stewart organized the reserves, the two chiefs of staff adjusted their deployments, and Brigade Commander Jordi also coordinated all aspects. Rudolph has some nothing to do, he just needs to make a decision. The battle was fought to this point, in fact, it only needed to rely on the command of the commander of the 41st Regiment Felix.

All of you here just have to wait for the mobilization of reserves and the reorganization of the defense. Being in the headquarters in the center of the city, Rudolph could not see the battlefield, and he could only hope that the 41st Regiment would hold out for a few more days.

The 41st Regiment has a lot to do with Rudolph. Last year, he was the head of the regiment, the commander of the 41 regiment. Now, he is the commander of the division, and there is only one regiment left, which is still the 41st regiment.

Rudolph wanted to go to the front line, and that was the focus. Rudolph entrusted the duties to the brigade commander of Jordi, and then set off with the guard company. To ensure safety, they also sent four armored vehicles.

Surprisingly, there were also war correspondents in this lonely city. The adjutant told him that there was a female journalist who wanted to go to the front, and Rudolph thought about it, was a little curious, and asked the adjutant to bring her over.

War correspondents have a long history as a profession, and during the Crimean War and the Civil War, the front-line reporting they brought back from the battlefield turned these risk-taking journalists into stars in the war.

Reporting from the ground is compelling, and these journalists are able to sway public opinion. When the war broke out, there were war correspondents in every army, and although they faced death, they were motivated by high salaries to participate.

Rudolph's unit was no exception, and the military headquarters assigned him several war correspondents. After Rudolph conquered the Russian defense line and won one victory after another, their reports spread in Europe and even around the world.

Later, they were so encircled that these reporters couldn't get their reports back. It is only from their point of view that this war can continue to be recorded.

Obviously, the journalist who came to the door was not a member of the system. The adjutant brought this journalist with him, and Rudolph met her on the street in a hurry.

"Hello, General." The female journalist speaks fluent German.

"Sorry to meet you on such an occasion, Ludwig Rudolph." Rudolph leaned against the door, not feeling sorry in the slightest.

"Florence. I would like to ask for your consent to my request. ”

"You're a reporter for a local newspaper."

"No, I'm a reporter for the Vienna Zeitung."

"So I have good reason to suspect you're a spy." Rudolph looked up and stared at the female reporter named Florence very unreasonably.

"I stayed in Lemberg specifically. Last year I went to Galicia to report, but the army wouldn't let me go to the front. Later the army retreated. I stayed here and continued to report. My colleagues in the military can prove my identity. ”

"Our reporters have already met Ms. Florence." Victor confirmed her words.

Rudolph shouldn't have doubted that the person who could be brought has basically confirmed his identity. It's just that this scene is too abrupt, and he can't help but be a little vigilant.

Rudolph had been staring at the camera that Florence was carrying, it was a Volenda stereo camera, it looked very new, but the two sets of lenses revealed a strong retro feeling.

This is probably the best camera of this era, and a well-developed lens can take clear, detailed photos.

Rudolph suddenly remembered that he also had an epoch-making camera. In 1913, Leica developed the first 135 camera, which was compact and lightweight, but unfortunately no one cared for it. Rudolph wanted to take some pictures, so he asked his family's trading company to order them from Leica. He received one in April last year, and seeing that a year has passed, he is troubled by tedious affairs every day, and he has forgotten to leave a silhouette for life.