328 Victory

Petrovsky poured bullets into the enemy wildly, but the damn White Army seemed to be an inexhaustible little force, and rushed forward one after another. As his comrades around him gradually fell down, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Petrovsky hoped that reinforcements would arrive earlier, even if there were no reinforcements, Zhao Yunxia could come back. He was really alone. For a moment, he thought he had been abandoned.

"Oh, hell! Are you stupid? Believe in your comrades!"

Petrovsky cursed himself, and at this collapsed moment, he actually controlled his emotions, neither becoming angry nor scared. He only did one thing: take out the bayonet and put it on the left side of his body, then draw out the pistol and bullets. With four magazines and fifty scattered bullets in his pocket, he had to make the enemy pay enough if he died.

However, Petrovsky obviously forgot that the White Army didn't care about death at all. They didn't mind drowning him with the sea of ​​people - but thankfully, although they were still shooting at him just now, the White Army that rushed over seemed to have completely forgotten his enemy. They rushed forward like a tide, but the direction of the tide was not towards him, Petrovsky. Not only him, but even Rokosovsky, who was hurriedly bringing Zhao Yunxia and two other Bolsheviks to reinforce, did not attract even a little attention.

These crazy white soldiers focused their attention on a building on the other side of the Ksessinskaya Palace. It was the canteen, or to be precise, the warehouse behind the canteen. During the shelling just now, it was unfortunately hit, and half of the wall collapsed. Through the damaged wall, you can see bags of flour, barrels of milk, and cream. Of course, these things are not very attractive to the Russian polar bears. What really attracts the attention of the White Army is a colorless and transparent liquid - a strong fragrance of white wine!

The Bai Jun, seduced by the fragrance of wine, was so greedy that several of the guys who were good at drinking turned directly at the first time and went to the wine. They knew very well what they were doing: at the wrong time and in the wrong place, they had a happy drink in the wrong way.

This scene not only shocked Petrovsky and Rokosovsky, but Major Alexei and Lieutenant Shepgeni who have been closely following the situation of the detour team were completely petrified. They cast contempt and disdain for Shulijin. If it were normal, in the face of Alexei and Shepgeni's contempt, Shulijin would definitely let these two guys taste the great things, but now, he is really embarrassed to get into the sheath!

There is no way, whoever led the lead was the members of the Black Hundred People Group he brought. For these gangsters, gangsters and gangsters, eliminating the Bolsheviks is not as attractive as alcohol. Moreover, these poorly disciplined guys took it for granted that we had already rushed to the Kshesskaya Palace and had already completed the task. As for the "beating dogs in the water" below, let those who want to make meritorious contributions do it!

The extremely nonsensical scene gave Rokosovsky and Petrovsky great confidence. They quickly consolidated the flanking positions that were about to collapse and seized the opportunity to fire violently at the enemy. The already messy White Army immediately became even more chaotic. Some stopped to exchange bullets with the Bolsheviks, others rushed to the warehouse that was close at hand, and some simply ran around in the opposite direction, and these people were completely out of control.

Shu Lijin was completely powerless to do anything about this. Even if he wanted to shoot all these guys who were not good enough to do anything, he would not be able to reach them. Moreover, the frontal battle involved most of his energy. Without his magic support, the frontal attacking troops would have scattered long ago.

The battle was again in a stalemate, and the situation was almost no different from the beginning, except that the "line of death" moved forward to a position closer to the barricade. When the White Army tried to break through the Bolshevik defense line, machine guns from Kshesskaya Palace killed them one by one, leaving their bodies stacked one by one in front of the barricade.

Faced with this dilemma, Shu Lijin didn't know how much more it would cost to break through it, but he could only continue to persist until he broke through it or exhausted the last bit of strength - the same was true for the White Army soldiers; if they could not do this, Shu Lijin would force them to do it.

"Our people have retreated again." Major Alexey said helplessly.

"Supervisor team."

This was Shu Lijin's method, ancient, but always effective. The two rows of supervisors in front of the position just raised their rifles, and the retreating white soldiers obviously slowed down their speed, then slowly stopped, and finally turned around and rushed towards a target like hell. They charged again, bravely and desperately turning from one row of muzzles to another row of muzzles, and then died.

"Excellent, very good." Lenin, who was closely watching the battle, said proudly. "The reactionary army of the bourgeoisie exposed their ugly face. When their comrades died in an unbreakable line of defense, they were busy urinating cats." He turned around and said contemptuously to Sverdlov: "It is organized and undisciplined, and this is our opponent."

Sverdlov didn't say anything, and looked at the tutor quietly. He knew that the tutor had not said anything. Lenin paused for a while before saying, "How sad it would be if Russia fell into the hands of such a group of scum! So we must be the one who won the final victory!"

However, Sverdlov was not as optimistic as the tutor. At this time, talking about victory was only a means of boosting morale. Yes, although the enemy's behavior was very unbearable and extremely despicable, they were many people after all. Although the Bolshevik warriors were brave, they were flesh and blood. Everyone could see that the soldiers were too tired, exhausted by noise, casualties, recoil and the White Army that kept rushing up. They needed rest, some time to breathe, and even more needed support.

"When will the First Machine Gun Regiment arrive?" Not only did Sverdlov see this, but Lenin also knew it well, "Contact them again! Let them come as fast as possible!"

Sverdlov sighed. He had contacted the First Strike regiment just now. Stalin told him in person that the road from Tafriche Palace to Kssesskaya Palace was blocked by panicked people. He had to make great efforts every step forward, and it would take half an hour to arrive at the earliest.

Lenin was silent, regretting that he had not requested reinforcements earlier. He asked worriedly: "Can our soldiers support us for half an hour?"

Sverdlov looked out the window, shook his head and said, "From the current situation, it's very dangerous!"

In this regard, Lenin was speechless except for silence. His political IQ was very good, but his military IQ was very average. Fortunately, there were military geniuses in the Bolsheviks. While taking advantage of the battle, Rokosovsky contacted Georgi on a telephone:

"Comrade Georgi, we should make full use of the advantages of PK machine guns' dual use, flexibly arrange the positions, and place them wherever they need them! And tell everyone, wait a moment, when the battle begins again, all machine guns, semi-automatic rifles and submachine guns will remain silent until I get my signal."

"You plan to..."

"Stop shooting will make the enemy think that we have no bullets, or that the bullets are almost used up, and they will take it lightly, and then they will rush around foolishly, and then we can give them a little surprise."

Georgi thought for a while: "Your suggestions are very timely, just do what you said..."

Sure enough, after Shulikin organized a new offensive, their actions were completely in line with Rokosovsky's prediction. Once the bullet rains that blocked the White Army's advance disappeared, these simple-minded guys would abandon all caution and caution and run out in a rampage. Faced with the "silence" of the Bolsheviks, these simple-minded guys took it for granted that the enemy had no ammunition. This made them all happy and excited, thinking that the Bolsheviks were fish on the chopping board and could be slaughtered by them!

Shu Lijin shouted happily: "We are going to win!"

The views of ordinary white soldiers were not much different from those of Shu Lijin. They were all very happy, and only a part of the commander who suffered too much loss looked depressed - of course, there was also hatred, and they were slowly growing towards Shu Lijin in places they could not see, and one day they would emit strongly, erupting in a way that no one would want to see.

Shu Lijin didn't know what his men were thinking. Even if they knew that they were dissatisfied, they wouldn't care. Do he need to care about the thoughts of a group of gray animals?

The answer is of course no, and when the heavy losses of the frontal troops finally had the opportunity to break through the enemy's defense, his mind was already occupied by the soon-to-be-accept victory. He is now more considering how to brutally execute Lenin and his riots, and how to deal with Luo Jiangke and the Soviets in the future, until the fierce gunfire woke him from his dream.

"What's going on? The Bolsheviks still have bullets?" he asked in fear.

Major Alexey shook his head, pointed to the direction of the warehouse speechlessly, and said with a slight sarcastic tone: "Your subordinates are in conflict!"

"What!!!"

Shu Lijin raised her head and focused her eyes. Sure enough, the White Army in the warehouse had already shown a complete and indescribable chaos.

These White Army soldiers were in front of the enemy, or they felt that the enemy was air, in short, a large group... almost three hundred people were in a mess, screaming, snatching, fighting, shooting randomly, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting for everything they found in the warehouse.

At the entrance of the hole, the two white troops were fighting fiercely for a bag of flour until they tore the cloth bag in half, and the snow-white flour poured out, turning the two poor people into little white men. Next to them, a box of Erguotou became the target of the other White troops. The first man hugged the box in his arms - but just one second later, the other White troops who came to compete for white wine pounced on him like a player on the American football field and knocked him down, and then one after another White troops pressed him down like a real rugby game.

Shu Lijin's lips were trembling with anger. She turned her head and was about to say something to Major Alexei. At this time, a white army holding a few cans rushed out, and then a group of white soldiers chasing him. Then, the gunshots were fired. The poor worm holding the can was directly beaten into Ma Fenghuo, and then a new round of division began again, and then the gunshots were fired...

"Idiots! A group of short-sighted idiots!!" Shu Lijin roared furiously, "Shoot them and kill them immediately!"

But immediately, reason returned to Shulijindi's mind: "No." He corrected the order just now, "Don't worry about them, what we have to do now is to capture the Kshessinskaya Palace."

"Why?"

Major Alexey, who was happily ready to execute the order, was stunned. But in fact, the reason why he was so happy to execute this order was not completely disgusted with the group of shameful guys. The major was actually very jealous of the supplies in the Bolshevik warehouse. In his opinion, these good things should be enjoyed by the artillery soldiers he led. Hehe, kill all the bastards, and there is nothing left!

However, this is also an important reason why Shulijin canceled this order - Major Alexey's troops would give up fighting and join the ranks of competition, and even the supervisor team could not control them - even the supervisor team would become a member of them. At that time, everything was really over!

Shu Lijin's face had no expression on her face, and she didn't say anything else. She ordered coldly: "Speed ​​up and don't worry about those embarrassing guys!"

Major Alexey sighed hatefully, and finally glanced at the direction of the warehouse, swallowed and urged his subordinates to move forward as quickly as possible - yes, in the Major's view, as long as he broke through the Bolshevik defense line and completed the mission, even if he joined the robbery ranks, Shulijin could not say anything.

"The enemy is coming!" Petrovsky reminded Rokosovsky with a laugh, "There are many people, and the streets are crowded with dense crowds..."

Rokosovsky ordered with a short and powerful command: "Everyone is here and prepare for battle!"

Petrovsky whispered and reminded again: "Our troops are not strong enough, if the enemy is from the side again..."

Rokosovsky looked at the messy white army in the warehouse with contempt and said contemptuously: "Don't worry about the side, those fools have no mind to care about us. After killing all the enemies in front, we will deal with them!"

"Prepare!" Rokosovsky shouted, and the Bolsheviks in the barricade raised their weapons when they heard the order.

"Aim, but you can only open fire after my order!" Rokosovsky turned his head and looked at his soldier, then nailed his eyes to the White Army rushing in front. He estimated that the distance between the two sides was quickly shortening. At the same time, he had to remind the nervous soldiers who had put their fingers on the trigger and involuntarily opened fire to pay attention: "Listen to my order, don't open fire, don't open fire, it's not time yet..."

The white army in the brigade was getting closer and closer, and there were still sixty meters... fifty meters... forty meters... thirty meters!

Rokosovsky's Adam's apple squirmed for a moment and thought to himself: It's now!

"Start fire!" he shouted at the top of his voice.

The gunfire sounded again in a messy but rather dense manner. Everyone opened fire. At such a close distance and the enemies were so dense that they could not react in time. The bullets hit the front row without reservation, sending them to another world.

When these people fell forward, the PK machine guns also ended and remained silent. With dull and continuous gunfire as accompaniment, dense bullets shot out from both sides of the road. Crowded into a ball of forward surging trends, a large gap immediately appeared. However, under the influence of inertia, the White Army was still rushing up, continuously, seemingly endless, and then these people joined the accumulated corpses on the ground in a very short time.

Now, the street leading to the Ksessinskaya Palace has become an open gate of hell, which has devoured more than a thousand lives and will devour more lives. This is a new round of massacre, and Rokosovsky's tactics play a role beyond what he expected.

The White Army finally realized that they had fallen into a terrible trap. Keep moving forward and they would die, but no one could stop, because the comrades in the back were still surging forward, pushing the people who were in front of them to death, and then they would follow in the footsteps. Only a few people standing on both sides could escape into the buildings on the street to save their lives, while more people could do nothing and could do anything. They could only scream helplessly, trying their best to resist anything that pushed them to death. As a result, this made the hysterical atmosphere that was already everywhere stronger.

Chaos, despair, fear, like a typhoon, blew away in the hearts of the White Army, destroying their final will to fight. Even Shulijin's use of spells could not stop them from beginning to collapse.

Some White troops helplessly abandoned their weapons and tried to surrender to the enemy. However, they soon turned into new corpses - without mercy and mercy, neither Georgi nor Rokosovsky planned to capture prisoners of war. They just wanted to kill all the enemies in front of them so as to avenge their deceased comrades.

Other white soldiers turned around and wanted to escape the trap, but made the already extremely chaotic situation even more chaotic. Everyone was in chaos in front of the street, but no one could escape. What was waiting for them was death.

Shu Lijin stood stupidly, motionless, watching helplessly as his subordinates disappeared on the streets. He lost. Although half of his men and horses were not put into the battlefield, this was meaningless to the entire battle. His plan to capture the Kshesinskaya Palace and eliminate Lenin and the Bolshevik Central Committee was completely and completely failed!
Chapter completed!