Florence crouched by the window, filming the soldiers in gear up before the battle began.

Rudolph held up his binoculars and looked around, and many tan figures appeared on the street. Victor handed over a steel helmet that he had found out of nowhere.

Rudolph took the steel helmet and put it on his head, and continued to observe the movements of the Russian army. There were more and more soldiers in the streets, and they slowly walked through the ruins, disappearing, and gradually reappearing.

Rudolph was located in a building at the entrance of the street, and the block in front was largely in ruins, and the Russians had suffered heavy casualties in the initial assault, before they began artillery bombardment and then soldiers took over. Many houses are in ruins, and the rest are more or less damaged. Rudolph was on the second floor, which had been a bank, and the four floors were still sturdy, and the girders were still standing even though the upper two floors had been destroyed.

Rudolph put down the binoculars, and the battle was about to break out. The volunteers also returned to their respective posts, and the second floor was the headquarters of this company, and including Rudolph, there were only about two dozen people. A light machine gun was erected here, and there was a heavy machine position on the ruins of the houses across the street. The remaining soldiers surrounded these two places, stationed in the houses, hiding behind the barricades.

The Russian army was getting closer and closer, the two sides were separated by less than five hundred meters, and Rudolph was forcibly taken away from the window, and he did not know anything about the situation outside.

On the ordinary battlefield, heavy machine guns have long since changed their chains, and rifles have begun to fire. And in street fighting, everything changed.

"Bang," Mosin Nagant's crisp gunfire broke the silence as a Polish soldier pulled the trigger. The streets seemed to be boiling, and both sides opened fire in unison, and the battlefield was enveloped in the sound of gunfire one after another.

Rudolph couldn't bear the loneliness and ran to the side window to observe the situation outside.

The Russian army gradually emerged from the houses, leaning on the bunkers, leaning over and moving rapidly. Sparse bullets hit the rubble, hit the floor tiles. The Russians were unmoved, they skillfully avoided the range of heavy machine gun fire.

The defensive firepower was thin, with only one light machine gun firing, hindering the pace of the Russian advance.

The streets and alleys of the city are really not a good battlefield, and both sides are paying with their lives. The soldiers had no training, and the officers had no idea what to do.

The Russian soldiers were poorly trained, and Rudolph's volunteers were even worse. The Russian officers were mediocre in ability, and the Lemberg defenders were directly short of officers.

Rudolph also considered assigning the officers and men of the 17th Battalion to various positions, they were skilled hunters with excellent marksmanship, professional training in street fighting, and actual combat experience. But in the end, this plan was abandoned, not to mention the problem of coordination, a dozen accurate shooters could not influence a battle. They are more suited to concentrate and act as a counter-force.

In the training of the 41st Regiment and its volunteers, marksmanship and stabbing were not the focus, and in fact they could not learn it at all. The grenade is actually the main weapon in street fighting, and the training requirements are simple, find good cover, and then take the opportunity to attack the enemy army.

It's a pity that the number of grenades is limited. Although Rudolph had a mechanized transport force, no one could withstand this continuous attrition after the supply was cut off. Now everyone was given only three grenades, and the quartermaster even took out the stocks of the Russian army.

Submachine guns are even more scarce resources, and they try their best to collect them from the previous battlefield, but it is only a drop in the bucket. Each company could be divided into five, all in the hands of the soldiers of the 41st regiment.

Fortunately, the preparation of the Russian army was even more unbearable, and they threw their soldiers into the battlefield in a daze, burying them in the streets and alleys and ruins. After a terrible loss, those who survived became experienced soldiers who knew how to properly defend themselves.

The machine guns fired, and the Russian troops were already approaching the position at this time, and the Russians at the front were only more than two hundred meters away from Rudolph. Both he and Felix were pulled back, and the two of them stayed in the back room, isolated, listening to the battle outside.

An explosion rang out, and it was some soldiers who were lying in ambush throwing grenades. It didn't take long for hoarse shouts to be heard, and the Russian army was already approaching the position.

The soldiers on the second floor opened fire, and Russian bullets came in through the windows. Viktor rushed over in a hurry, "The situation is bad, the Russian army has broken through from adjacent positions, and we are at risk of being surrounded." ”

"Where's the reinforcements?" Felix roared.

"It was blocked by the Russian army, the 17th battalion was also sent, and the Russian army has broken through several positions."

"Tell General Jordi to prepare the defensive line in the rear and not to move at will." Rudolph is still worried about the defense of the city, according to his judgment, the Russian army has changed its mode of operation, they want to break through by concentration, divide the defense line, in order to take it by surprise, the Russian army did not even prepare artillery fire.

Rudolph came out of the room, and the battle was fierce. Several soldiers had already fallen, all of them had been hit in the torso or head, only one was still moaning, his voice was already angry, his comrades were using gauze to stop the bleeding, but everyone knew he was hopeless. Rudolph glanced through the window, and there were a lot of Russians, and they were rushing over in a steady stream.

Turning around, the wounded man was dead, but his comrade was still holding on to the wound. The old captain picked up a rifle and stooped to the window.

"Marcono, pick up your gun." The old captain held the gun, and did not hesitate, repeating the action of pulling the bolt and shooting.

The soldier named Maryono wiped the blood from his hands from the corner of his coat, then picked up his gun and walked to the position. Rudolph was surrounded by guards, who kept their duty.

"The enemy is right in front of you, go and defeat the Russians." There was a fierce exchange of fire right next to it, and they had nothing to do here. In fact, there were only guards and two guards next to him, and the rest of the people were guarding downstairs. But Rudolph sent them anyway.

The fortified building resembled a fortress that suppressed the entire battlefield, and the soldiers could easily shoot the enemy.

Several attacks by the Russians were repulsed, and many remains were piled up in front of the positions. They stopped the attack, gathered behind the bunkers on the opposite side and exchanged fire with the Austrians.

Just as the battle was at a stalemate, a herald ran up. He walked straight up to the old captain and said breathlessly, "Captain, there are Russians to the east, and they are coming from Route 16. The lieutenant asked you to bring someone over to support. ”

The old captain counted the numbers and set off with the soldiers. Before leaving, he also saluted Rudolph and said goodbye. Rudolph solemnly gave a military salute and wanted to say something grandiose, but in the end it became a sentence of "take care." ”