Inside the train station.

"Major, your order?" Captain Makanov was still trying to obtain the Major's order, but in fact it was meaningless to do so... From the time he knew that he was under an organized attack until now, three minutes had passed, but the Major had not issued even a single order.

According to the sound of artillery, Haridonovich believed that his enemy must have heavy artillery, and that the Russian army below the division could not have heavy artillery with large caliber. In other words, he faced more than one enemy, or even one army... He shuddered when he thought of facing at least 8,000 to tens of thousands of enemies, and with heavy artillery reinforcement.

So he had never thought about counterattacking or persevering. He continued to think about it for a while, and after a fierce battle between heaven and man, Haridonovich finally made a decision.

He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Retreat! Start the train, let's run away quickly!"

Major Haridonovich's soldiers were filled with anger, pain and fear. They were hovering on the brink of death, and every minute someone was hit by shrapnel or shock waves, and casualties were increasing. But at this moment, they could not do anything. Their enemies were always outside the maximum effective range of the rifle and could not hurt the other party's good hair at all.

A second lieutenant screamed wildly: "Secret, hide quickly!"

"Start the train immediately! The major ordered us to withdraw our legs immediately!" Captain Makanov screamed. As soon as he finished speaking, a shell exploded nearby, and the shock wave lifted his military cap.

The three trains parked in the train station were the only hope of escaping for Major Haridonovich's troops. If they could start the train, they might retreat safely, just like the last time they were besieged by Voroshilov, and their legs would never run away from the wheels.

Unfortunately, this hope is quickly turning into despair. Two mortar shells hit a train, turning it into a pile of smoked scrap iron while destroying a section of rails. The soldiers who escaped by luck rushed out of the fired carriage. Soon, two more shells fell on the carriage, blowing a group of poor worms who had no time to escape into pieces.

The other two trains are trying to ignite the boiler, trying their best to get the steam engine started. The protection of the carriage is almost zero. If it cannot be started quickly, it will be just a slightly larger coffin. Maybe in a few minutes, they will encounter the same fate as their companions and be torn to pieces by the whistling shells.

However, it is impossible to start the steam engine in a short time. The time it takes only to ignite the boiler is enough to make them die a hundred times or a thousand times.

The situation was extremely dangerous, the shells were falling and getting closer to their targets. Everyone on the train felt fear and had already grasped their hearts tightly.

"Hurry, let's get out of here." The train leader shouted, urging the Silu soldiers at the front of the car. Only in this way can they make their voices heard by the explosions one after another.

But his urging is useless. If a boiler takes an hour to provide enough steam, then it must take an hour and no one can speed up.

"Sir, we are working hard, but..."

A violent explosion interrupted the yell of Silu soldiers, and then they heard a more violent explosion. Everyone in the car raised their heads and looked out the window and saw that another train had turned into a huge fireball with thick smoke, and countless torn fragments were scattered on the ground around them.

Obviously, it was hit by a shell. The explosion also detonated the arms carried on the train, and the violent explosion eliminated all the living things on the train, and even affected its surroundings. After the shock wave blew away a few pitiful worms, it shook all the glass on their train to pieces.

No one can survive such an explosion. Realizing that the same tragedy will happen to oneself, in the heart of Si Lubing, responsibility quickly gave way to survival and his position was abandoned.

"Abandon the car! All abandon the car!" At the same time, the train conductor made the same decision and jumped out of the car door first. Then the soldiers also jumped down, and then, well, there was nothing...

Not long after Haridonovich's retreat order was issued, under the continuous bombardment of the 120mm mortar, his troops completely lost their will to resist. Before the major issued a new order, the soldiers directly fired the white flag and chose to surrender.

The only thing Grigori Ivanovich was dissatisfied with the performance of his soldiers was that their enthusiasm was too high and they destroyed two precious trains, and the remaining train was also implicated in the shelling, and the front of the car was unfortunately injured.

"Can it be fixed?" Grigori Ivanovic asked anxiously.

The fat Lujia Party Secretary curled his lips, "As long as we find available parts from the other two destroyed trains, there will be no problem."

Grigory Ivanovic was not satisfied with this answer, and he asked impatiently: "What if there are no parts available?"

"Then it won't be repaired!" The Party Secretary took a mouthful of Major Haridonovich's collection and replied indifferently.

Well, for a while, the First Machine Gun Regiment could not continue to move forward. Taking this opportunity, we could temporarily turn our eyes from Luga to Petrograd. In this city, the struggle against Kornilov also reached its climax. A series of bad news kept stimulating the already very sensitive nerves of the Supreme Commander.

The army attacking Tafriche Palace was repelled, and the troops stationed in Peter Paul's fortress were suddenly besieged, and the barbarian division directly turned the gun... Of course, these are nothing, and what Kornilov couldn't accept the most was that his old friend and his close comrade Kremov committed suicide in despair!

Yes, a few hours ago, Kronstadt Kremov was bleeding before the fortress. Under great pressure, he chose to swallow his gun and commit suicide. For Kremov's "cowardice", Kornilov burst into thunderous wrath.

A glorious Russian general... actually chose to commit suicide to end his life. How shameful it is... If you, Kremov, is a real man, you should point your gun at the enemy even at the last moment, instead of hasty ending your life with your bullets!

The bad impact of this will not only greatly damage the morale of the army, but will also make Britain and France feel that Kornilov has ended his life, which will greatly damage his reputation and even his future will be affected. If even Britain and France give up on him, if they choose another agent among the thousands of Russian generals, then Kornilov will be finished soon!

Kornilov has a great dream. He thinks he has a bright future. He doesn't want to end his political life so cowardly. He wants to burn his boats and seek life to die! And Kremov's sudden suicide is likely to ruin all this.

"Kremov. You cowardly bastard!" Kornilov roared in anger.

"Hissergeant, Commander-in-Chief." Denikin interjected carefully, "What we need to do now is to eliminate the impact."

After Denikin's reminder, the furious Supreme Commander realized that he had lost his composure and should not curse a dead bastard loudly in public. This would become gossip among soldiers and have many adverse effects.

Kornilov calmed himself down, "Anton." He gestured to his deputy. "Go to Kremov's house and express his sincerest condolences to his wife and son... Tell them that Kremov was a real warrior, and that nothing he did for Russia would not be forgotten... and also posthumously awarded him as an army general!"

It seems you don't have the right to post a military rank? Denikin thought he heard it wrong: "Ravel?"

"Do as I say. Anton." Kornilov emphasized his tone, "Kremov fought tenaciously like a real warrior, and this is the honor he deserves."

Kremov should enjoy the honor after death, there is no problem, but the problem is that you do not have this power! Denikin really wants to remind his old friend - you are not the supreme ruler of Russia, so it is not appropriate to do so!

However, after looking at the old friend's bloody eyes, Denikin shrank back the words to his mouth. Perhaps the old friend was using this to boost morale and to show the outside world that he was the one who controls the fate of Russia.

"Affect the order. Commander-in-Chief." He turned around and walked to the door of the office, called in several guards, and conveyed Kornilov's orders.

At this time, Kornilov was the only one left in the room. He began to consider some issues. After he calmed down, Kornilov suddenly realized that his situation was quite bad. Although Kerensky expressed a certain tendency to negotiate, the conditions proposed were completely unacceptable. How could he give up everything he had finally obtained, and how could he hand over Russia to Kerensky, a hypocritical politician.

Kornilov didn't want to give up just like this. If he gave up like this, then what's the difference between him and Kremov? Even to outsiders, he was not as good as Kremov. At least that bastard washed away the shame with his life, but he chose to live a life of silence.

Kornilov told himself that he must persevere to the end, and miracles will always come at the last moment. Of course, it is not his style to passively wait for miracles to come. He knew that he must be more proactive and resolute to reverse the situation. Even if the troops in his hands were short of strength and even if it was very risky to do so, he had to do it!

Wherever you fall, you will get up. This is Kornilov's style. Isn't you Kremov unable to take Kronstadt? Then I will take Kronstadt to show the whole world! I want to prove to the whole world that I, Kornilov, is the savior of Russia!

For Kornilov, since he decided to take a gamble, there is only one last question left. Which army should be sent to seize Kronstadt? The army in the city is only enough to protect itself, while the troops outside the city, God knows how many are left without rebellion.

Kornilov sighed, and he began to feel that he was a little impatient when he launched a coup on the 27th. If he could wait two more days and wait until the troops near Riga were completely withdrawn before taking action, he would definitely not be so passive.

Kornilov asked his adjutant: "Where is Gramovich's troops now?"

"It's still stranded in the area of ​​Pskov..."

Before the assistant finished speaking, Kornilov got angry again. He roared: "This bastard, I asked him to move forward quickly yesterday. Why is it that he is still wandering around Pskov until today! Does he want to disobey the order?"

The adjutant explained carefully: "Lieutenant General Gramovic called and said that the Bolsheviks had put great pressure on him. They kept destroying the railway lines and attacking his troops, and every step forward would cost the price of bleeding."

"The price of blood?" Kornilov snorted coldly, "I don't care what the price. I just need them to arrive at Petrograd immediately, and there is no condition to tell you! You immediately use my name to send him a tough telegram and tell him that if I haven't seen his troops tomorrow morning, then he, the commander, will be done to the end!"

The adjutant walked out to convey the orders with timidity. Kornilov focused his attention again on Kronstadt. On the map, he made a striking move, calculating how many troops it would take to capture the naval fortress.

"Ravr." At some point, Denikin was already standing behind Kornilov.

Kornilov turned to look at his assistant, "What's the matter, old man?" Then he remembered the order he had given Dunnikin a few minutes ago, "Has everything been done as I told?"

"It has been done. Follow your instructions, the whole country has been powered on and announced the reward of Kremov as a general."

"Very good." Kornilov waved his hand, "You can leave, I want to be quiet alone for a while, old friend."

But Denikin still stood there: "My old friend," he asked: "Are you going to continue attacking Kronstadt?"

"Of course! Of course I will send troops to occupy it." Kornilov did not hide his intention from Denikin, "I must complete the mission that Kremov did not complete."

"Can I allow me to express my opinion, my old friend?" Dunnikin continued. He was very cautious and hesitant.

"Of course, you can speak freely!"

Denikin took a deep breath, then straightened his chest and said, "Maybe we should give up any idea of ​​capturing Kronstadt for the time being."

"Why?" Kornilov was strange. He also felt a little unhappy. He reminded loudly: "Anton, I hope you can understand our current situation."

"I know our situation very well, my old friend." Denikin sighed deeply, explaining: "It's just that I think Kronstadt is not worth wasting the precious forces we already have. We should concentrate our troops and solve the problem of Petrograd first. As long as we take Petrograd, neither Kerensky nor the Bolsheviks can stop us..."

Kornilov thought for a while, and Denikin's words made some sense, but only a little reason. The Kronstad sailors have always been very radical. In a sense, they are more firm than the other hundreds of thousands of Petrograd troops. They support the rebels with a stern support. If they let them ignore them, these damn sailors will soon take up weapons and kill the city of Petrograd, and even directly drive the Baltic Fleet warships into Petrograd.

At that time, there were hundreds of thousands of "rebels" on the ground, and the sea would also receive support from the heavy artillery fleet. When he thought of this terrible scene, Kornilov shuddered. At this time, he believed that the only way to avoid this dilemma was to take the initiative to attack and firmly stick the radical sailors of Kronstad to the base, so that they could not form a joint force with the "rebels" on the ground. Of course, if they could directly take down the naval fortress, it would be even more ideal.

Denikin disagreed with the terrible scene imagined by Kornilov. In his opinion, this was completely a fantasy of his old friend being too nervous, and it was completely a frightening himself. Without the command of the officers, how could those illiterate sailors start warships and launch shelling? Now, there is no evidence that the officers of the Baltic Fleet were standing on the side of Kerensky and the Bolsheviks.

"My old friend, do you have any evidence to prove your inference?" asked Denikin.

"No, but this possibility is very high." Kornilov replied nervously, "You should have seen how crazy those damn sailors are, they just want to destroy Russia!"

"My old friend, you must be calm!" Denikin advised bitterly, "The more we are at this critical moment, the more we must be calm. We cannot scare ourselves, and we cannot disperse our precious forces in an unimportant direction just because of a tiny possibility! If we do this, it is self-destruction!"

The problem is that Denikin's plea did not change Kornilov's mind. The already crazy commander-in-chief was completely addicted to his own thoughts. Like Don Giccod, he insisted on launching an attack on the windmill that he considered a giant.

This decision disappointed Denikin. He could almost conclude that although the battle had not yet achieved the final result, there was no doubt that the one who failed would definitely be his old friend. In order to protect himself and to avoid the burning of both jade and stone, Denikin immediately proposed to Kornilov that he would personally command the troops attacking Kronstadt.

This suggestion was quickly approved by Kornilov. He gave a high evaluation of his old friend's "understanding of justice" and the crazy old Ke. He had no idea that Denikin's real plan was to use this to jump out of Petrograd, a place of right and wrong, and then accumulate some strength for his comeback... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
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