Trotsky did not arrive in Luga at noon as he said, and it was already dusk when he arrived. Of course, for Russia in this season, dusk is nonsense, daytime all day long, don't expect the night to cause any trouble to your enemies.

"Comrade Trotsky, all comrades Luga and all residents warmly welcome you!" The fat party secretary kept praising Trotsky, hoping to attract the attention of this second mentor.

However, his flattery was destined to be slapped on the horse's legs, and Trotsky only cares about one thing-whether Pskov has fallen.

"Captain Grigori Ivanovich, have you contacted Comrade Fulongzhi?" Trotsky asked with concern.

"It is not possible to contact us for the time being," added Grigori Ivanovich, "but, an hour ago, Comrade Voroshilov sent us a telegram on his behalf, saying that the situation in Pskov was quite unsatisfactory... The enemy has a whole army of troops, which is greatly beyond our estimates... The enemy launched waves of crazy counterattacks, and Comrade Voroshilov could no longer stop the enemy's advance in Pskov..."

Trotsky interrupted him and asked, "It was at that time that Comrade Voroshilov, on behalf of Comrade Vorolongzhi, gave you an order not to go to Pskov again, but to quickly build a line of defense in Luga. Is that true?"

"Yes, Comrade Trotsky!" Grigori Ivanovich nodded and pointed at the map and said, "Since I received the order, I have asked the young men to mobilize and start building a position..."

Trotsky interrupted him again and asked, "Do you think you can complete this task with the troops you have at your fingertips?"

Grigori Ivanovich certainly knew what the mission was. To be honest, he was not sure about it. After all, he only had one regiment, not one division's troops, and used the strength of a regiment to block an enemy army. OK. If he dared to guarantee, then there must be something wrong with his nerves.

"I can only say that our first machine gun regiment will fight until the last warrior falls, and the enemy can only cross our bodies..."

Trotsky became increasingly impatient: "What I want is not to let you die, it means nothing. What I want is to complete the instructions of the Party Central Committee. We must not let the enemy reinforcements approach Petrograd. I don't care about anything else except that!"

Grigori Ivanovich was a little unhappy, and he felt that his dignity had been insulted. As a soldier and a glorious Bolshevik, he was ready to give his everything, including his life, to the party at any time! But Trotsky ignored all this, which made him feel deeply dissatisfied.

"I have no disrespect to you. Comrade Grigory Ivanovich!" Trotsky noticed his wrong mood. "I have no doubt about your dedication to the Party, but, my comrade leader, what the Party needs is not to sacrifice your lives, but to stop the enemy's reinforcements, so we must adopt a more effective and appropriate method to complete this mission!"

Grigori Ivanovich felt a little relieved, and he asked, "Have you thought of any good idea?"

Trotsky smiled wryly and spread his hands. "I am not a soldier, I don't know how to fight. I don't have a particularly good way to deal with the dilemma in front of me." As if I saw Grigori Ivanovich's disdain, Trotsky added: "But I understand one thing. A regiment cannot stop a soldier!"

Grigori Ivanovich withdrew his smile. Although he was very proud, he admitted that Trotsky was right and that he really could not stop his opponent. It was unlikely that he could cause much trouble for his opponent.

He said for granted: "I think the most important thing now is to expand our army..."

While saying that Grigori Ivanovich looked at the fat Party Secretary, Trotsky immediately understood what he meant. The second mentor asked straight to the point: "How many party members are there in Luga City and how many workers are there in the Red Guard?"

Of course, the fat party secretary also understood what these two meant, just to attract men. This kind of trick is too common in Russia, but he really can't attract men. He said with a sad face: "90% of the party members and workers in Luga City have been transferred away by Comrade Voroshilov. There are some women who stay in Luga, and they are completely impossible for them to go to the battlefield..."

"Where are the workers?" Trotsky asked again, "Can some workers be mobilized? If necessary, I can do their work myself!"

The fat party secretary shook his head bitterly: "Comrade Trotsky, the workers in Luga City, have already started the work, after all, there are not many people here..."

Trotsky and Grigori Ivanovic sighed together. There must be no chance to pull the genius, and it is hard to say how much effect this kind of genius who temporarily pulls the genius can play.

"It seems that we can only fight to the end!" Grigori Ivanovic said firmly.

Trotsky shook his head, "There is no point in fighting to the death. As I said just now, with your troops, you cannot stop the enemy."

Grigori Ivanovich said anxiously: "Then you can't do nothing, right?"

Trotsky ignored him and thought hard on his own. Just when Grigory Ivanovich was about to be impatient, he suddenly asked, "When we came, did we pass a railway bridge?"

This question is quite mentally retarded. There is a Luga River to the north of Luga, and there is a river naturally with a bridge. But Grigori Ivanovic immediately reacted: "What do you mean is to blow up this railway bridge?"

Thinking of this, Grigori Ivanovich immediately became excited and lay on the map to study carefully. There was a three hundred-meter-long railway bridge north of Luga. As long as the bridge was destroyed, the enemy's direct access to the north was cut off. They either swam across the river or had to turn east, first to the Great Novgorod city, then north, and march towards Petrograd through Chudovo.

"If the enemy walks Great Novgorod, then they will take twice as long!" Grigori Ivanovic shouted excitedly.

However, Trotsky was not as excited as him. Although he had to take a long way to turn the Great Novgorod, he thought about it. It was only less than 300 kilometers to reach Petrograd if there was no force on the front line of Great Novgorod that could stop the enemy, they could arrive at Petrograd in a train for more than ten hours. And how long would the battle in Petrograd last? I don’t know at all, more than ten hours would definitely not be enough.

"Is Great Novgorod still under our control?" Trotsky asked.

The fat party secretary replied: "Not exactly, the pressure there is also a lot of. If all the enemies on our side come to them, they will definitely not be able to resist it!"

"That is to say, we can't blow up the bridge immediately!" Trotsky shook his head in distress. "If we blow up the bridge, the enemy will immediately turn to Great Novgorod, and we must attract them here..."

Grigori Ivanovich fully understood what Trotsky meant. Only by making the enemy feel that there is hope of seizing the railway bridge will they stay in Luga instead of turning to Great Novgorod, which means that they will fight hard against the enemy around the railway bridge.

"I immediately changed the defense arrangement. The focus was on the railway bridge..."

"This is not enough!" Trotsky shook his head, "We must also prevent the enemy from turning some of its forces towards Great Novgorod. This possibility exists, so..."

Grigori Ivanovich said: "So we have to destroy the traffic route to Great Novgorod!"

Trotsky ordered without hesitation: "Drag all the locomotives to the north shore of the railway bridge, destroy the railway, and destroy all the locomotives that do not obey our command or fall into the hands of the enemy, and take away all the cars, carriages and donkey carts that can be used for transportation, delay the enemy's actions as much as possible, and drag them to Luga!"

The order was conveyed immediately. The second company where Koremiaka was located was drawn out. They would go straight east to search for all motor vehicles leading to the Great Novgorod fork and destroy as much as possible on the road.

"Platform leader, we won't go to Pskov?"

"You have asked." The platoon leader replied impatiently. "We have a new mission!"

"New mission? According to my sense of direction, we are heading east. To the east of Luga is Great Novgorod... The platoon leader, our new mission is to head to Great Novgorod?"

"no!"

"Don't lie to me. The platoon leader! We're going to Great Novgorod... Hey, the platoon leader. My house is right there. Can you let me go back and see my mother?"

"My comrade, I understand that you miss home!" The platoon leader turned around impatiently and glared at his nagging subordinate, "But we are not going to Great Novgorod. We have other tasks to complete!"

"What is the mission?" Xiaobing asked curiously.

The platoon leader was about to answer this question, when Koremiyaka, who was walking in the front, suddenly called out. He quickly ended the meaningless conversation and asked in a low voice: "What's going on? Comrade Koremiyaka!"

"There are enemies!" Koremiaka pointed ahead and lowered his voice.

In just a short moment, all the soldiers in a row were lying on the ground and aimed their weapons in the direction of Koremiaka's finger. The platoon leader carefully climbed to him and raised his telescope to look there.

An army appeared in his sight, one kilometer away, about four or five hundred soldiers, or more, unlike these revolutionary soldiers, who did not wear red scarves, should be Kornilov's troops.

This is about a battalion of light infantry, and they did not see artillery or machine guns. It is normal that most of the Russian light infantry do not have machine guns and artillery support. Even if they have them, they usually don’t know how to use it... The platoon leader quickly analyzed the strength of the opponent and then felt relieved. These enemies obviously did not find their traces, and they still maintained their lazy pace, and their morale did not seem to be very high.

"Koremiaka, report to the company commander immediately." He whispered, "Others continue to stand by."

Keremiaka began to climb back. When he passed by the question just now, the guy who liked to talk a lot suddenly asked: "Hey, Keremiaka, guess what the company commander's order is?"

"What else can it be?" Koremiyaka rolled his eyes, "kill all the enemies."

To eliminate the enemy, it was indeed the order of the second company commander. In the following time, he commanded his troops to prepare a small ambush circle for his unlucky opponent - it was indeed a "small" ambush circle. Because the second company had more than 100 people, and there were very likely a whole battalion of enemies opposite them. No matter how you look at it, it was quite risky.

But the second company commander thought he could do this, ambush and wipe out the enemy army.

"PK machine gun. Uz submachine gun... I can give these White Army kids a little color, ah, that's it!" The second company commander was so excited that he was ready to beat the opponent. This was his confidence to have the courage to ambush the opponent.

At this time, no white soldier realized that he was entering an ambush circle. They had never thought that they would be ambushed by the enemy on the way to march, because there was no intelligence that the Bolshevik army was active in this area, and they would not believe that a company would dare to attack a battalion. Of course, more importantly, they were just the vanguard, and an army of more than 10,000 people behind them were slowly moving...

The White Army actually drove from Great Novgorod, and the situation there was not good. The strikers controlled the railway and they could not move forward any further. In desperation, they had to take a detour. Their division commander felt that detouring Luga was a shortcut. If they moved quickly enough, they could still catch up with the coronation ceremony of Supreme Commander Kornilov in Petrograd.

Yes, these soldiers believed that Kornilov would soon be able to completely occupy Petrograd and would soon become the new Russian tsar. At least their division commander said: "My soldiers, the great future is in your hands. As long as we move faster, we can witness the moment when General Kornilov ascends to the throne. And we will become the heroes who support him ascends the throne... Soldiers, do you know what this means? Medals, lots of rubles, gold, jewelry, and beautiful chicks!"

The soldiers were all very happy. They were imagining a bright future and were careless when they were on the way. They believed that as long as they arrived at Petrograd on time, it meant a lot of money... Even if most of the wealth was taken away by the officers, they could still get the benefits worth thousands or even tens of thousands of rubles.

Getting rich is the dream of every soldier who supports Kornilov. They are looking forward to the day when Kornilov succeeds. However, they will never wait for that day.

"The enemy has completely entered the ambush circle, Comrade Corp." Koremiaka reported.

The company commander had seen this in his telescope. He nodded: "Very good." Then he turned around and waved his hand gently at his soldier in the movement he thought was the most casual, "Fire."

As soon as the company commander's voice fell, several soldiers who operated the grenades aimed at the White Army's queue, then pulled the trigger. With the sound of the empty baggage, a row of black grenades flew out and exploded above the White Army's head.

The White soldiers were completely blinded. After a few violent explosions, a large gap appeared in their queue. Who made their marching queues quite dense, and the distance between people was very small. Even a grenade could achieve the killing effect like a shelling. At least seven or eight people fell on the landing point of each grenade.

But this was just the beginning. When the injured white soldiers began to scream, and when they realized what was going on, the PK machine guns ambushed on both sides of the road also began to squirt the flames wildly.

When the dense rain of bullets from the side swept across the entire marching queue, the panicked White soldiers had no chance at all and could only let the bullets hit their bodies. What's worse, their spontaneous chaos made the scene even more unbearable.

They completely ignored the officer's orders and blindly pushed and rushed their comrades in the queue, trying to escape from this terrible hell. However, this had no meaning. The only function was to slow down their escape - people kept falling down, and people were trampled by their teammates...

For the machine gunners of the second company, as long as they fire, the bullets can hit the target. The only thing they need to worry about is that there are not enough bullets. It can be said that this is not a battle, but a execution... or a unilateral massacre.

But the machine gunners were very excited. They screamed wildly, their index fingers tightly, shifting the gun back and forth, pouring bullets at all the targets that were still standing. In just a short moment, most of the white soldiers had already fallen. Many people saw God, and the rest were dying.

The White soldiers had never experienced such a terrible battle. They were frightened and urinated. Of course, the soldiers of the Second Company didn't care about these things at all, so they wouldn't care about the enemy's life or death. Like machine gunners, they raised their rifles in their hands, pulled the trigger frantically, and shot all targets standing or running.

A chaotic white army was knocked down like a sickle harvesting wheat, and then... and the battle ended. The excited officers and soldiers of the Second Company fired all the bullets in the barrel of the gun and began to prepare to reload the bullets. It seemed that they planned to kill all the enemies that could still move or struggle.

"Stop shooting! I CAO! Stop quickly!" The company commander quickly issued a ceasefire order, and he shouted: "I want to live, damn it, leave a few tongues, I want to interrogate them!"

Although I was very reluctant, the soldiers of the Second Company stopped. Soon, the sound of gunfire subsided. In the small ambush circle, only the screams and wails of the remaining white soldiers, as well as the hysterical screams of several poor people who were scared to death. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)

PS: Brain cramps, I wrote it wrong at the beginning, please modify it
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