This was so bad, it was so bad. Trotsky kept complaining since he hung up Fu Longzhi's phone call.

His anger was obvious. He never expected that Voroshilov would have the courage to lie to disobey and to withdraw vital information. This self-righteous stupid donkey almost made him doomed.

Especially when Trotsky knew that the enemy he was facing was not an army he had originally estimated, and another division was added. When he thought of their continuous flow of coming from Pskov and Great Novgorod, he really wanted to shoot Voroshilov on the spot immediately.

The problem was that he could not do this, which was also the most annoying thing about him. Fu Longzhi only removed all Voroshilov's post and sent him to the Discipline Inspection Commission. However, it was obvious that Fu Longzhi did not intend to investigate the responsibility of the stupid man. He punished him in person, but was just for the people below to see. This bastard was probably going to be punished with a serious warning within the party.

Trotsky was quite dissatisfied with this, but there was no way. Just like the tutor, he had to pay careful attention to the struggles within the party, make cautious choices, and deal with Voroshilov, which might arouse Stalin's resentment.

Although Trotsky was not afraid and never took Stalin seriously, that guy was a member of the Politburo and Lenin. After all, he moved his whole body and Trotsky could only swallow his anger.

Just as Trotsky was sulking, Grigori Ivanovic walked in with his head held high.

"Comrade Trotsky," he saluted Trotsky in his movements, suppressing the anger in his heart, "According to your order, I have transferred my troops back from the town of Torkovic."

As the Great Novgorod's enemies flocked to the crowd, they divided their troops to defend the town of Torkovic to commit suicide. In fact, after Trotsky had urgent consultations with Fulongzhi, he immediately changed the original plan. The defenders in Luga City would no longer fight and retreat, but would do everything possible to drag the enemy down. The troops near the railway bridges stepped up time to repair or strengthen fortifications and prepare to deal with an arduous battle. After the First Machine Gun Regiment destroyed the bridges and ships in the town of Torkovic, only a small number of troops were left to monitor, and the main force immediately returned to assist in defending the railway bridge.

Grigori Ivanovich, who was unknown, was very dissatisfied with this order. His troops had not rested for two days. He had just arrived at the destination and had to return the same way before he could catch his breath. The soldiers were quite resistant to this order.

Grigori Ivanovich thought his boss had made a serious mistake. At first, Trotsky should not have ordered him to lead his troops to Torkovic, but should have sent a small number of troops to destroy the bridges and ships in the town of Torkovic, and then should not have ordered him to give up his mission and return to his original place. Anyone who is constantly tortured will feel unhappy. What's more, his soldiers are already exhausted physically and mentally.

Of course, Grigori Ivanovich himself was the same. In fact, if it weren't for his senior officer, he would have found somewhere to lie down like an ordinary soldier, and would never have stood upright like a wooden stake in front of Trotsky. He felt very tired and tired.

"Comrade Trotsky, I hope you can give me an explanation."

"Sit down first, Comrade Grigory Ivanovic." Trotsky sighed. He knew exactly why Grigory Ivanovic was angry, but despite this, he still had to call his troops back to him. Grigory Ivanovic was not aware that the situation had changed, and it was understandable that he had resentment.

His serious expression confused Grigori Ivanovich. He looked at the other comrades in the office and found that their expressions were also strange. This was a situation he had never seen before, so he temporarily put away his anger and waited for Trotsky to tell him the answer.

Without more nonsense, Trotsky went straight to the subject: "Comrade Grigory Ivanovich, I must first ask you, have you blown up Torkovic's bridges and destroyed all the ships that can be used to cross the river?"

"Yes. Comrade Trotsky."

"Very good." Trotsky breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that Grigori would have been a lie to me like Voroshilov, and immediately he recounted the new situation.

"What?" Grigory Ivanovic bounced up like an electric shock. "This is not...how is this possible!" He almost shouted "This is impossible". Grigory Ivanovic knew very well that their troops were very tight. It was very difficult to deal with the enemies in the direction of Pskov. He had only cooked one table of dishes. As a result, two groups of enemies came, how could this be good?

Grigori Ivanovich became nervous and completely forgot the little dissatisfaction of the pioneer: "What do you need our First Machine Gun Corps to do? Just give orders, Comrade Trotsky."

"Please sit down, Comrade Grigory Ivanovich." Trotsky asked him to sit down, and then said: "The situation in front of you is quite serious. As our strongest combat force, your First Machine Gun Regiment immediately takes over the defense of the front of the railway bridge and seize the time to strengthen the fortifications immediately. Comrade Fu Longzhi will try his best to buy you some time in Luga!"

Of course, this is not all Trotsky wants to say. He said to Grigory Ivanovich seriously: "I have contacted Comrade Lenin, and he told me that Kornilov was already in a turtle in Petrograd. The rebellion can be quelled as early as tomorrow night, the morning after tomorrow... So we must do everything possible to hold back the enemy... at least we must insist on tomorrow noon. Only after tomorrow noon can we blow up the railway bridge!"

Grigori Ivanovich understood why he had to insist at least not tomorrow at noon. As long as he could last until tomorrow at noon, he would spend more than ten hours. Then even if the railway bridge was blown up, the two enemies would turn to Great Novgorod again and would not be able to arrive at Petrograd on time, so naturally he would not have any impact on the situation.

However, this task is not simple. After all, the First Machine Gun Regiment is just a regiment, and it is difficult to stand up to the siege of several divisions for more than ten hours. At least Grigory Ivanovic is not sure.

"The three thousand workers who were stationed at the railway bridge will be under your command. This is also the only troops I can provide to support you. There is no reserve team behind you, only Petrograd! The Central Committee and I have only one requirement - to block the enemy within the prescribed time at all costs. If you fail, our revolution will be in danger."

Grigory Ivanovic really felt the pressure. However, in the face of this pressure, he was not timid, but straightened his heels and saluted solemnly, "I will definitely complete the task!"

Trotsky nodded with satisfaction and motioned the secretary to open the map: "Now. Let's discuss the current situation. Comrades, please look at the map." He pointed to the map and said to others, "Our defense line is here..."

In Luga City, the fierce battle continued. However, the commander of the battle had been replaced by Fu Longzhi. After more than ten hours of fierce fighting, the troops at his hands suffered heavy losses and the reduction rate was as high as 60%. However, no matter how hard it was, he wanted to buy more time for the First Machine Gun Regiment.

"Comrade Fu Longzhi. The municipal hall is lost again. Are we organizing a counterattack..."

"No need!" Fu Longzhi said lightly.

This was the third time that the Municipal Hall had lost in two hours. The first two times, they immediately drew the suicide squad and regained the position, but now, Fu Longzhi really couldn't get out any man.

"Tell me, no matter what, I must hold on for another hour!" Fu Longzhi ordered firmly: "No need for one second!"

The battle on the streets has become fierce, and both sides are red in their eyes. They gritted their teeth and fought over every street, every house, and even every wall. Of course, the White Army has an absolute advantage in terms of numbers, while the Workers' Red Guards have an advantage in terrain. Both sides are half a pound and eight taels. The killing is difficult to solve.

"Soldiers, the regiment commander has given the order!"

A white battalion commander was mobilizing his subordinates in front of the station, and in another building separated from him, Koremiyaka carefully poked his head out and looked at their every move.

"We must seize the damn building in front of us. Kill all the dogs and bastards inside and avenge our dead brothers!" The White Army commander shouted in sensation. Every word of his fell into the ears of Koremiaka.

"Company Commander, the enemy is about to start attacking again!" Koremiaka woke up the company commander who was dozing in a daze.

"What?"

Koremiaka retelled loudly: "The enemy is going to attack!"

The company commander picked up the Uz submachine gun without hesitation and said with his teeth and claws: "Everyone has it, be ready for battle!"

On the other side, the pre-war mobilization continued, and the Bai Army Battalion Commander asked: "How much ammunition do we have left?"

"Not many, on average, each person is less than five rounds, Major."

"Then how many brothers do we have?" asked Battalion Commander Bai again.

"Not half!"

The Bai Army Captain smiled bitterly: "Now, I finally don't have to worry about insufficient weapons."

"What did you say, Major?"

"Nothing said!"

The White Army battalion commander smiled self-deprecatingly. It is common for the Russian army to have more people than guns. For example, when his battalion started, only half of his brothers had fire sticks in his hands, while the other half could only stab the soy sauce with guns. This is also why Russian commanders like to use human-sea tactics, because this can greatly alleviate the embarrassment of insufficient weapons.

"Start the attack and charge!"

When three green signal flares rose in the sky, the White Army commander gave an order without hesitation, "Go forward! Keep moving forward, don't retreat, kill all the Bolsheviks!"

With his shout, hundreds of staggering men picked up their rifles and launched a charge to the opposite street in an orderly manner. However, this made no sense. At least in Keremiaka's view, this kind of charge was no different from killing.

"Fire!" At the same moment, the second company commander also issued an order without hesitation, and the submachine gun and the machine gun fired at the same time, allowing the bullets to hit the White Army in the charge like raindrops.

In less than half a minute, the White Army that was involved in the battle retreated. After losing half of its comrades, the remaining White soldiers began to turn around and run towards their starting positions, stumbled and became a mess, and they were eager to leave this terrible hell.

But they have no way out.

"Continue to attack! The country and nation are calling you, soldiers, attack, move forward bravely, and destroy our enemies! Don't retreat, Russia does not need cowards!"

The White Army Battalion Commander shouted, but eventually, when he realized that language could not stop the defeat, he began to turn the warning into reality.

"Fire!" Battalion Commander Bai ordered without hesitation.

With the baptism of double firepower, the White Army that launched the attack soon disappeared from the street. Except for a few lucky pitiful worms lying in pools of blood, the others were completely relieved.

"Do you need a gun?" Koremiyaka asked in a low voice.

Looking at the poor people struggling dyingly, the company commander shook his head. Although he sympathized with their experience, war was war and there was no kindness at all.

The company commander whispered: "We need to save ammunition!"

For the same reason, the Bai Army Battalion Commander turned a blind eye to his subordinates who were struggling in a pool of blood. The same thing had happened more than once this afternoon, and he was also powerless to change the reality.

"Do you want to rescue them?" a warrant officer asked in a low voice.

The White Army Battalion Commander sneered: "If you want to die at the gun of the Bolsheviks, you can do this!"

When three red signal flares rose into the sky, the White Army's repeated death assaults were finally suspended again, and both sides temporarily stopped to replenish their physical strength and spirit for the subsequent battle. It was also at this time that the officers of the two armies had time to count their losses.

There is no doubt that the White Army suffered an unimaginable price. This price was so huge that Major General Ananievich felt unbearable, and the officers who reported to him did not even dare to look at the statistics in their hands, but just recited mechanically: "Most of the thousand officers and soldiers who participated in the attack died in battle..."

In fact, it was not that most of them died in battle, but that they were basically completely finished. Those who were not dead for the time being were just sucking on the streets. When their blood was dry, they would naturally die.

One thousand soldiers, or two battalions! This number made Ananievich feel a headache. The loss was too great, and he knew that in fact, most of the soldiers who died did not die from the Bolshevik bullets, but fell under the gun of the supervising team.

However. This is his order. Ananievich does not think there is any error in this order itself, it is just...

"General, I must say." The officer said boldly, "Every one of our officers and soldiers is very precious. If the battlefield discipline continues to be implemented, I am afraid..."

"If our troops are not attacked by the enemy, they start running back, and I will not use the supervising team." Ananievich snorted, "If our soldiers are really willing to sacrifice for Russia, they should keep moving forward."

"General..."

"How many soldiers do we have? I want real numbers."

Ananievich interrupted him, and the major general did not want to continue discussing this issue at all. It was not that he liked to use the supervision team, but because the Shangfeng had already issued a death order, he could only use tough measures.

"Less than five thousand people." The officer thought for a while, "including a large number of minor and seriously injured people."

Ananievich was stunned for a moment. He vaguely remembered that when he arrived in Luga in the afternoon, his division had more than 8,000 strong young men. After only a dozen hours, it shrank by more than half. When did the mob's combat power reach this point?

If it were the past, he would have complained to his superiors and immediately led the troops to retreat. However, today it was not possible. Lieutenant General Gramovic had already issued a death order and must break through the Bolshevik defense line today. They must arrive at Petrograd before 10 o'clock tomorrow morning. There is no condition to be said.

Ananievich sighed and asked, "How many people can fight?"

"Including the minor injuries, there are about three thousand people."

"Select half of the best soldiers who can fight and prepare them." Ananievich ordered, "I will launch a raid."

"Rais?" Because he was too surprised, the officer's eyes widened. He had heard the same words several times today. Every time Ananievich said he wanted to launch a raid, but one raid would turn into a strong attack, and then... nothing happened.

"But our soldiers were quite tired..."

Ananievich yelled in an unquestionable tone: "Prepare them!"

After hesitating for a moment, realizing that he had no other choice, the officer had to salute and execute the order.

In the north of Luga City, Fu Longzhi, whose position had been severely compressed, was also counting the casualties. When he retreated to Luga, he had more than 7,000 workers on his hands. After removing the more than 3,000 people guarding the railway bridge, more than 4,000 people were placed in Luga City. After a fierce battle, more than 1,000 people were killed and more than 1,000 people were injured and retreated from the battle. Although the remaining more than 1,000 people barely resisted the enemy's attack, everyone was injured.

However, he knew very well that these casualties were worth it. He persisted longer than expected and bought more time for the First Machine Gun Regiment behind. Thinking of the First Machine Gun Regiment, Fu Longzhi was very curious. In the afternoon battle, a company of the First Machine Gun Regiment had been acting as a firefighter. Wherever the battle was the most difficult, they could be seen wherever they were.

Fu Longzhi originally thought that this company would be wiped out by the enemy soon, but the casualties reported just now, the company only reduced its personnel by 20%. To be honest, he didn't believe in this data at all at first, until his correspondent went to check it personally, not only affirming the authenticity of the number, but also bringing back a very shocking result!

This second company alone eliminated more than a thousand white troops, and the injuries were even more infringed. It can be said that they almost completed nearly one-third of their record. How powerful and so amazing! Even Fu Longzhi was eager to know how they did it... (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.)
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