Back in Moscow, Alexander's Military Academy, before the battle began, Yazov was still fantasizing about seeing such a situation: the non-commissioned officers carried out volleys accurately and violently, and then the Bolshevik rebels and wheat swept by sickles kept falling down. Yazov was as confident as Karekin, thinking that the non-commissioned officers of the Russian military academy could beat up the rabble that the Bolsheviks pieced together.

But this is not the case.

Kulikov's soldiers were firing desperately. Their fire rate was amazing. Their enthusiasm was indisputable, but their accuracy was terrible. No bullet could hit the Bolshevik rebels who were constantly approaching. On the contrary, the bullets returned by the Bolsheviks knocked off at least twenty of their brothers.

At this time, Yazov suddenly realized that his non-commissioned officers were not much stronger than the Bolshevik mobs. They lacked practical experience and were just a group of beautiful greenhouse flowers. When they really went to the battlefield, when gunfire and cannons stimulated their fragile nerves, when they saw bleeding and death, their combat skills could not be exerted by 10 or 10.

A brief, only a few minutes of firefighting cost Kulikov nearly thirty soldiers, while the Bolsheviks suffered minimal losses. If the person who unfortunately sprained his ankle was included in the casualties, then the Bolsheviks did suffer casualties.

Of course, the Bolshevik workers' Red Guards' firing skills were as bad as those of the non-commissioned officers, but they had the advantage of firepower. The PK machine guns that followed the attacking troops moved together, and the artillery fire support from the rear allowed them to suppress the firepower of the White Army. Specifically, the White Army could hardly raise their heads.

However, after advancing within 100 meters, the workers' Red Guards stopped moving forward and just stayed in place to open fire at the White soldiers. Instead of continuing to shorten the distance and let the battle enter the hand-to-hand combat stage.

This disappointed Kulikov, who lacked weapons and ammunition, was ready to use hand-to-hand combat to solve the problem. He found that all his plans were lost. Their enemies were not interested in hand-to-hand combat at all, but just wanted to use powerful firepower to sweep his defense line from afar.

Under the fire shooting, the mentally broken White soldiers quickly abandoned their posts, and at first only a few soldiers. Then they became more than a dozen, then dozens, and finally the officers joined the ranks of soldiers. Everyone began to retreat to the Alexander Military Academy... More accurately, it was said that it was a swarm of fleeing in a panic.

Surviving, nearly two hundred white soldiers could move into the academy's buildings with hands and feet. Behind were the Bolsheviks who were hastily disbanded their formations to pursue. No matter which side, they looked messy, no organization, no command, only chaos.

It seems that soon. In less than a few minutes, Yazov's defense line will collapse completely. Of course, if the major can regroup the troops and use various buildings of the academy to set up new defense lines, then he can continue to delay time...but, because not every "if" can become a reality.

However, Yazov decided to try it out. He found Kulikov who had retreated and shouted to him: "We must rebuild the defense line, Matvi, or we will all become Bolshevik prisoners."

"I know! Major!" Kulikov replied, "but what should we do?"

"As you said before, let your soldiers all enter the building and exchange fire with the Bolsheviks, the walls and furniture should give them some cover. We must fight a vigorous street battle!"

Just as Kulikov was about to say something, Yazov interrupted impatiently: "If we don't do this, the Bolsheviks will be able to occupy the entire academy in a few minutes." He waved his arms angrily, which made him look very ferocious: "We must guard the Alexander Military Academy. Even if we can't, we must create time for retreat for the men of the National Rescue Committee. If they fall into the hands of the Bolsheviks, then the entire Moscow will fall, and then we will be all over!"

Kulikov didn't like Yazov's speech at all. It seemed that their major planned to buy time for a group of self-righteous officials to escape at the cost of his life at the expense of his soldiers. This made Kulikov quite unhappy!

"Major, maybe we shouldn't support those damn bureaucrats in the first place! Maybe we shouldn't be involved in this battle in the first place!" Kulikov roared angrily.

"There is no bullshit. If the government falls, if the Bolshevik pagans come to power, our property and our land will be taken away by them! I will never allow such a thing to happen!" Yazov shouted loudly, "I will never give the land left by my ancestors to those heretics with both hands!"

Yazov's hysteria left Kulikov with no choice. As an officer from a small aristocratic landlord, he had to guard his land. So he could only accept Yazov's orders and take a risk for those damn bureaucrats.

Kulikov turned his head back and shouted at the messy non-commissioned officer under his command: "Gentlemen, you have heard it! We are fighting to preserve our hopes, and immediately enter the building next to the street, which is our new position."

"I don't think it's a good idea, lieutenant." A trooper muttered, but immediately his collar was grabbed by Kulikov. "Welfare officer, please listen to me. Now go to the house on the left and stick there until the end of the battle. Or I shoot you right away!"

The non-commissioned officer who was grabbed by the collar was frightened and had to accept the order. Then, Kulikov issued more orders.

"Warning Officer Maxim, find me some people to control the building on the right."

"Warning Officer Nikola, lead your classmates into the auditorium."

"I need fifty people to control every building around me, and if anyone volunteers to go..."

A minute later, the non-commissioned officers who could still hear the orders and were willing to execute the orders began to rush to the buildings that Kulikov asked them to control, piled all the moving things in the house next to the window as fast as possible, and leaned there to open fire at the rushing Bolshevik rebels.

Although the shooting skills of the White soldiers did not improve compared to before, the first time the Bolsheviks felt the obstacles encountered by their offensive. They stopped moving forward again, quickly dispersed, and exchanged bullets on the streets with opponents on the roofs of the houses. After a period of regression and chaos, Kulikov seemed to have regained his feet and stabilized the front.

"The enemy controlled many buildings and used them as bunkers to block our local troops. The comrades had to clean up every house one by one..."

Soon Migoyan got the news, and his eyebrows were twisted together. He didn't want to fight a arduous street battle. He didn't have that much time, nor did he intend to make such a great sacrifice.

Just as Mi Gaoyang was nervously thinking about how to solve this problem, Li Xiaofeng spoke indifferently: "Let the infantry withdraw from the battle."

Migoyan looked confused: "Comrade Andre?"

"Let the infantry withdraw from the battle. We must save time and reduce personnel losses." Li Xiaofeng explained. He repeated his order again, "Let the infantry withdraw from the battle. After using artillery fire to destroy the buildings occupied by the enemy, then let the engineers and the fire spitting soldiers prepare to enter the battle, clean up the ruins, and eliminate all enemies!"

Mi Gaoyang was shocked. He fully understood what Li Xiaofeng meant. Someone didn't intend to get involved with the enemy at all. He would destroy wherever he resisted! Even after hearing what he meant, he had no intention of accepting prisoners. He was ready to clean up all the White Army without leaving any one!

This gave Mi Gaoyang a more intuitive impression of someone's decisiveness, and he couldn't help but think that if he had not agreed to someone's conditions a few hours ago, but chose the path of confrontation, maybe at this moment, someone's hideous fangs would not be aimed at the poor Bai Jun, but at him.

Although Migoyan was not afraid of someone's fangs, he definitely did not dare to say that he could handle someone's provocation easily. I am afraid that at that time he had to devote more energy to the fight with someone, and he was likely to miss the opportunity to obtain more credit in Moscow. When he thought of this, he was very pleased with the wise decision he made in the first place.

At the same time, on the other side of the city, the tense armistice negotiations were underway, which made Rudnev feel embarrassed. During the negotiations, bad news continued to harass him. First, the National Rescue Revolutionary Committee sent him a stern-worded questioning letter. He strongly condemned his disrespectful attitude towards the Mensheviks and the Cadet Party allies, and asked him to immediately make a sincere apology on the related matters to win the understanding of his allies.

Rudnev didn't care much about this kind of bullshit questioning. As long as he could use negotiations to solve the problem, then all this was not a problem. But what gave him a headache was that the bad news was not limited to this.

Not long after, Major Welsining called to ask for reinforcements. His army was bleeding from the front of the General Administration of Posts and Telecommunications and Telecommunications. After paying a very heavy price, he failed to get close to the General Administration of Posts and Telecommunications.

When Rudnev thought of only a hundred Bolsheviks guarding the General Administration of Posts and Telecommunications, he wanted to beat Versining in the face. One thousand people could not beat a hundred people. What else could such an idiot have?

Of course, among the piles of bad news, there was also "good news". Bunakov sent news about Karekin - Karekin's troops encountered a powerful obstacle from the Bolsheviks in the direction of Shelpkhov and Stupino, a hundred kilometers away from Moscow. They were afraid they could not arrive in Moscow at the agreed time. Karekin expressed his deep apology in the telegram, saying that he would do his best to break through the Bolsheviks' blockade as fast as possible.

In this regard, Rudnev misunderstood what Bunakov meant, and did not expect that this was a bad news that had been modified and processed. On the contrary, he did not think it was bad news at all. He was very gloating. He wanted to know what expressions the Cadets and Mensheviks who learned the news would be. The biggest reliance of those fools was lost, and Rudnev would get more time. With this time, he would definitely achieve greater results at the negotiating table!

The confident Rudnev was ready to do something big, and was about to use sharp words to strip away the pants of Zinoviev and the Bolsheviks. But he never expected that the only "good news" was essentially bad news.

"Comrade Andrei, Comrade Mikoyan, great news!"

Li Xiaofeng, who was talking to Mi Gaoyang, raised his head. He saw the communicator who rushed in and asked: "Did we have occupied the Alexander Military Academy and destroyed the enemy's command core?"

"That's not." The correspondent happily handed the telegram to Li Xiaofeng and smiled: "Comrade Fu Longzhi sent a telegram. He had repelled Karejin's bandit army and seriously injured this arrogant guy!"

"Impossible." Migoyang's first reaction was that this was ridiculous news. "Kalejin's troops were very powerful. Relying on Comrade Fu Longzhi's troops alone would probably not be enough to repel the enemy, right?"

Also questioning the news were the men of the National Rescue Revolutionary Committee. When they learned the news, their glasses were broken all over the floor.

"The Bolsheviks are not that strong in combat! They are just a group of mobs!" The representatives of the Cadets were angry and fiercely refuted the nonsense on the telegram. "They cannot stop General Karekin's progress! This must be a rumor fabricated by the Bolsheviks..."

"Please calm down, sir." The Social Revolutionary Party representative inserted just right, "About General Karekin's situation, we can send him another telegram to ask about the facts."

"This must be a rumor." The representative of the Cadets' Democratic Party still insisted on his opinion.

"I also hope it's a rumor." The Social Revolutionary Party representative took a more conservative attitude, and then he turned to the telegrapher. He asked, "Continue, sir, what's the bad news?"

The telegrapher sighed and replied: "Major Yazov asked me to inform the Committee that their defense was already in jeopardy, and he asked the Committee to move immediately."

"What?"

Compared with the news that Karekin had just learned of his failure, all the representatives of the National Rescue Revolutionary Committee, whether from the Constitutional Democratic Party or the Social Revolutionary Party, took a breath. They instinctively felt nervous and dangerous, and suddenly became panicked!

Yes, Karekin will not have a close relationship with them. For them, even if Karekin cannot come, they will not be in danger immediately. However, if Yazov does not defend the defense line, they will be directly exposed to the guns of the Bolsheviks.

The venue immediately exploded. The representatives who were greedy and afraid of death were frantically spraying saliva, condemning the Bolsheviks, but more of them attacked Yazov’s life:

"How did he command this idiot Yazov!"

"Removed this idiot's post and allowed the truly capable people to command our soldiers!"

"We should retreat immediately! Let Yazov arrange manpower immediately to protect us from evacuation safely!"

The Revolutionary Committee for Saving the Country and Rescue was also beginning to panic. After receiving a call, Smirlov's face became extremely ugly. His secretary relayed the bad news from Mularov!

"Damn it!" Smirlov hung up the phone heavily, his face twisting.

Lomov (corrected, it was careless before, it was not Molov, but Lomov) was alarmed by his movements. He looked up at him and was shocked - Smirlov's face was too bad, with dark clouds covered with lightning and thunder, and seemed to be in great indignation.

Lomov immediately became worried, which made the old friend's face look so ugly as it is now. I'm afraid the matter is very serious!

Before Lomov asked a question, Smirlov said with a pale face: "Mulalov called just now, our plan failed, and he failed to trap Andre Petrovic."

"What!" Lomov almost bounced from the chair in surprise and screamed, "Aren't you kidding? Didn't he slapped his chest and said that everything was fine? Didn't he say that the little trouble of Andre Petrovic had been solved?"

"That idiot got it wrong!" Smirrov's face was so gloomy that water dripped out. "His idiot secretary Arkirov actually admitted the wrong person very stupidly, and mistakenly regarded Ye Ruof as Andrei Petrovic..."

He stopped, but Lomov knew what he meant, and there was nothing to say afterwards, and there was nothing to say. A slight mistake ruined their efforts.

"What should we do now?" Lomov asked in a low voice, "Do you want to inform Gregori and Usievech..."

"No!" Smirlov interrupted him directly, "It is completely meaningless to notify him of this news now. We should not disturb Comrade Gregory's work! Let him continue to complete the negotiations!"

"What's the point of negotiation? As long as Andrei Petrovic is here, we can't really get into a standstill. That bastard will use the special commissioner and the central government's name to force us to continue fighting! He is simply unreasonable!" Lomov roared hysterically, "Even that brat will beat us into a counter-revolutionary, he will..."

"Calm down, Comrade Lomov! I know all you said!" Smirlov scolded, "I mean, we just pretend that we don't know there is a negotiation. Just think that the negotiation was completely made by Gregorian and Usievech."

Lomov immediately understood, "You mean, let them take responsibility!"

"That's right! No matter whether the negotiations are successful or not, we just think that we don't know anything!" Smirlov said firmly.

Lomov pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly, "This is the only way, just do what you said!"
Chapter completed!