The Black Sea Fleet's "accidentally" recapture of Rostov not only gave Trotsky the opportunity to appoint old officers for himself. It also greatly shocked the White Army. Originally, as they launched an attack, seized Donetsk, Lugansk, and easily captured Rostov, it seemed that the great cause of restoration was about to come.

Just as they were thinking about the Zhang Da force and how to pursue the victory, they first tripped and fought in the Black Sea, and then Rostov's back door was closed again. What's worse was that the warships of the Black Sea Fleet kept sweeping along the Don River, making them ineffective.

It has to be said that the destroyers of the Black Sea Fleet are much more efficient than those of the Red Army's scattered soldiers. In the past, the White Army chased the guerrillas, but now they are being chased by warships and hit the Black Sea Fleet's warships head-on, even the established White Army had to flee.

The situation is indeed not good. The White Army's activity space, especially the momentum of eastward development, was cut off, and they were blocked in a small area centered on Donetsk and Lugansk. If you do not get rid of this passive situation quickly, you may be surrounded and eliminated.

Krasnov looked at the military map on the table with a worried face. As the "commander-in-chief" of the Ukrainian White Army, he nominally commanded more than 100,000 troops, including the Czech Legion. However, he himself knew very well that the only thing he was willing to obey him was the team left to him by his old superior Karekin. Neither the Czech Legion nor the White Guards revolted from the Donetsk uprising did take his order seriously.

The Czech Legion was more willing to accept the direct orders of the Allies. Without the permission of the Allies, Krasnov could not mobilize the Czech Legion's soldiers. Now, facing the bad situation, he had to convince the Czech Legion. Otherwise...

After looking at Crimea, Rostov, and then looking at Kharkov on the map and along the extremely active Don River in the Black Sea Fleet, an invisible large net almost suffocated Krasnov.

"Have General Tydierihus not arrived yet?" Krasnov asked impatiently.

The adjutant explained helplessly: "The General is contacting Mr. Thomas Massarik..."

Krasnov didn't have to listen to the words behind him. As Masarik's voice-over, Tytelihus almost obeyed Masarik's advice. Without Masarik's permission, he would not dare to contact Russian officers casually. Anyway, after working together for more than a month, he had never seen the commander express any tactical opinions independently, and everyone thought he was a phony.

Sighing, Krasnov could only continue to focus on the homework on the map. Now there are fewer choices left for the White Army. At least compared to when Rostov was not yet in the fall a few days ago, there are much fewer choices.

In the past, based on various miscellaneous opinions and bargaining at home and abroad, the consensus was to establish an anti-Bolshevik base in southern Ukraine, in the direction of Crimea and the Caucasus.

Using this area as a base, the White Army will consolidate and develop, and the British have even made solemn promises that they will use Iran as a springboard to provide support to the White Army through the Caspian Sea. At that time, there will be a lot of arms and food!

At that time, Krasnov also thought the plan was good, occupying the granary of Ukraine, obtaining oil and coal mines from the Caucasus, and with the logistics support from the UK. It should be no problem to gain a foothold in this area.

That's why they targeted the Black Sea Fleet, Crimea and Rostov at that time. If the Black Sea Fleet could turn against each other, it could be said that the entire Don and the lower reaches of the Volga River would become bridgeheads for the anti-Bolsheviks.

But it was like a dream, and it came and went quickly. First, it hit a nail in the Black Sea Fleet and then was bitten back. With Rostov's fall, his troops' route to the south was basically blocked. Whatever establishing a stable base camp and a bridgehead became a joke, and now they are more like turtles in a jar.

Of course, it is not entirely a turtle in the jar. The Bolshevik net is not without gaps, and there seems to be loopholes to drill north and east. However, the problem is that no unified opinion can be formed within the coalition forces before, otherwise they will not attempt to consolidate the territory and develop south first.

Krasnov is more willing to attack north. Only by attacking Russia's hinterland can the regime be regained. Whether it is a stable base or a bridgehead, isn't the purpose of regaining Moscow and Petrograd? Since the base and bridgehead cannot be built now, just attack north and attack Huanglong.

However, in order to implement this plan, Krasnov first needs to convince the Czechs that, as the most important main combat force within the White Army, without their consent, it is not realistic whether it is east or north.

"General Tyjerihes, I personally think that he can only go north. Although the US and Japanese Allied forces in the Far East have occupied Vladivostok and are moving westward along the Siberian Railway. But I am frank, they are still too far away from us..."

Jijielihes didn't speak. He had talked to Masarik before. The far water in the east could not save the near fire. With their current state, it is very likely that the development to the east would be chased by the red bandits and beaten up. If not properly done, they would be defeated. It would be better to take advantage of the strong army and attack Moscow directly.

However, Masarik had concerns about this. When everything went smoothly in the past, he did not oppose the beating of the dogs who were defeated by the water. But now the situation is different. The Red Army hoarded heavy troops in the direction of Moscow and used the Black Sea Fleet to close the back door. The risk of advancing north rashly is too great!

The Czech Legion is an important bargaining chip to ensure the political status of Czechoslovakia in the future. Going to Moscow and decide the outcome in one battle. Although it is passionate and urges people to pee, what if there is a situation, what if it is defeated? Then wouldn’t there be no bets?

Of course, Masarik did not say toughly, he could only go east, not north. First of all, as Jijirihes said, it is not necessarily safe to go east. The sparsely populated Siberia is like a monster with a huge mouth, and the Czech army with thin arms and thin legs really can't fill it. Secondly, it is more important. Masarik had no right to decide. The dog chain on his neck was still in the hands of Britain, France and the United States, without the permission of his master. Can he act rashly?

So, in the end, Masarik could only tell Jijielihes: "Don't act rashly and wait for my news!"

The situation on the battlefield is changing constantly, and the most taboo thing is to wait. Jijielihes doesn't like this reply, but he can't be a family!

"God General. I appreciate your plan. It is reasonable to capture Moscow northward." Jidjerihes also said in his heart, "But the order I received is to wait for news and not act rashly."

Krasnov was a little happy after hearing the first half of the sentence. Who would have thought that Jijielihes would retreat again later. After a long time of work, he still had to wait. The problem is that he really can't wait anymore. According to the news he received, the Red Army is moving towards Moscow on a large scale. If you wait for an extra day, you may face more Red Army.

Although he looked down on the combat effectiveness of the Red Army, he was not so arrogant that he thought the White Army could be ten. He had to take advantage of the main force of the Red Army that was not completely concentrated and he should start quickly, otherwise, he would rather flee east quickly.

"I will report this to Your Excellency Masarik."

But no matter how Krasnov was slanderous, Tzerihes just didn't let go, kept silent and just waited, or would react to his superiors. This made Krasnov quite disappointed. Finally, he almost begged: "General, it is absolutely not a way to wait. So, whether it is to the north or east, Mirerovo, who is standing in front of us, must be taken..."

Before he finished speaking, Jidielihes refused: "With the permission of His Excellency Masarik, my troops cannot carry out operations. Please..."

Krasnov was also a little angry and said angrily: "I did not let your troops take action. I mean, my main force will move to the north. Wait for an opportunity to capture Milerovo... So I will greatly draw the Russian troops of Luhansk and Donetsk. Your troops will have two choices, either stationed in Luhansk and Donetsk, or cooperate with us to move north!"

Jijielihes was still shaking his head: "I can't..."

"That's your business!" Krasnov's tone became increasingly unpleasant. "I am just fulfilling the obligations of friendly forces. My troops will carry out operations and move northwards, and will not follow you. I am just reminding you that if the Red bandits take advantage of the opportunity, cut off our connection, and surround you in the direction of Lugansk and Donetsk, I will never be able to return to rescue!"

Jijielihus was stunned. He did not expect Krasnov to play this trick. Their troops were definitely not against the Red Army. Once Krasnov walked northward, he would not follow him, and there was a risk of being surrounded.

Jijielihus suddenly became nervous: "Genius General, I cannot give you an answer immediately. I will contact Your Excellency Masarik immediately. Please give me some time!"

Krasnov said a little boredly: "Then you better hurry up. Whether you agree or not, I will take action tomorrow morning!"

Jijielihus ran away like a fire, and Krasnov's adjutant asked curiously: "Your Excellency, what if Masarik doesn't agree?"

Krasnov shrugged and said unhappily: "I can't help if I don't agree!"

Krasnov's decisiveness just now was completely pretending, and his purpose was to force the Czech Legion to accept his plan. If the other party was still stubborn, he might not take any action and would not act alone.

Did Krasnov's plan work? Unfortunately, no! Masarik is not as easy to deceive as Tydierihes. He flatly refused the plan to advance north immediately and asked the Czech army to remain unmoved.

"What should I do now, Your Excellency?"

It's true that Krasnov would say he is not annoyed. Such a quarrel is simply annoying, especially when you face an opponent who is incompetent, the feeling of powerlessness can drive you crazy.

It took a long time before Krasnov said something from his teeth: "Carry military operations as planned and capture Milerovo first!"

To put it bluntly, Krasnov was still putting pressure on the Czech Legion to capture Milerovo. He just wanted to put on an air of moving north and see if you, Masarik, could still sit still! Of course, Krasnov would not throw all the main players in one breath, he just wanted to pretend.

As mentioned before, Milerovo is a small town northeast of Lugansk. It has railway lines and high-level roads that pass through the city and head north to Moscow. Of course, if you don’t want to go to Moscow, you want to see the scenery of the Volga River. You can also turn around from here to east. Anyway, it is only 300 kilometers away from Chalijin.

It can be seen that the reason why Krasnov chose to capture Milerovo was actually a joke, whether it was north or east. Milerovo could meet the conditions. And Lugansk was behind him, and he could still return if he couldn't.

But is Mirerovo really that easy to fight? Although this is just a small town with a population of only 20,000 to 30,000, it is an important transportation hub and a gateway to guard Moscow.

Krasnov's offensive troops were composed of four infantry battalions and an artillery battalion. It was not that he was reluctant to throw himself into heavy troops, but that he really didn't need so many troops to attack such a small city. With too many people, he could not expand.

The attack began with the artillery, with 8 76mm artillery pieces pouring bullet rain in the direction of Milerovo. In fact, it is an exaggeration to say that bullet rain is too much. The firepower density is very small. The artillery slowly filled the shells into the barrel, and could not fire 4 shells per minute.

Although Milerovo is small, this little shell is really difficult to have any killing effect. Even smoke and dust cannot be made much. In a sense, such shelling is more like a deterrent, which is to tell Milerovo's defenders that I have cannons, and you who know the truth quickly!

If it were the past, this threat might have worked, but today is different. The one stationed in Milerovo was a different army. The First Machine Gun Regiment was a unit that participated in the October Revolution. The entire regiment had a high proportion of party members, and the proportion of the members was extremely loyal and enthusiastic about the revolution.

After Voroshilov's defeat to Lugansk, Voronzhi placed this backbone force at the forefront, and the company where Koremiaka was located was responsible for garrisoning Milerovo.

"Company Commander, the White Army Babies are coming!"

Keremiaka whispered to remind the company commander who was concentrating on his bayonet. The company commander was a veteran and didn't even raise his head. He said to himself: "Just firing these two guns? It's really unsatisfactory."

Koremiaka didn't know what degree of shelling was enough, but this kind of shelling did not feel fear. A few sparse shots fell, and apart from destroying some houses, they couldn't even hurt a single hair of our comrades. What's so scary?

"How many puppies have come?" The company commander who wiped the bayonet still had no intention of raising his head. It seemed that there was nothing more important in his world than wiping the knife.

"More than one hundred people. At least one company!"

Koremiaka tried hard, but there were too many white soldiers and couldn't figure it out at all, so he could only report a rough number.

The company commander still did not look up and said indifferently: "So little? You have no energy. When the dogs reach within two hundred meters, call me!"

Koremiaka was speechless. In fact, he felt that more than 100 people were already a large number of people. The enemy had invested a company in one attack, and at least one regiment of enemies had this courage.

However, since the company commander said that, he could only obey the order. He carefully poked out half of his head from the window and focused on the movements of the Bai army.

Putting down the telescope, Krasnov's face was filled with ease. After the shelling, he could not see any signs of Mirerovo's Red Army activities. It seemed that the Red Army had fled the city in panic before the shelling.

"Let the offensive troops speed up, we have limited time!" Krasnov ordered the adjutant.

The commander personally ordered how dare the White soldiers disobeyed? The White soldiers who were approaching Milerovo carefully at the beginning finally put down their last reserve and spread their legs and rushed forward.

"Company Commander, the enemy has accelerated!"

The company commander still did not look up and said calmly: "I said, call me within two hundred meters, why are you panic!"

Keremiaka curled his lips, feeling that the current distance is within the effective range, and he can give the enemy a little color. He does nothing, and it’s nothing to watch!

The battlefield situation at this time was a bit strange. The city was quiet. All the Red Army soldiers were watching the White Army's race, as if they were really watching the performance. The White Army was also happy and rushed into the city earlier. Not to mention making the first contribution or something, at least they could start robbing things first. Such an uncultivated city is better than a countryside village, right?

That's right, the closer we are to Milerovo, the farther the White soldiers' minds are from fighting and the sense of crisis. In their eyes, Milerovo is a tender little Aries.

However, Milerovo is really not a little Aries, and Red Army soldiers like Koremiaka will not admit that they are little Aries. Not only are they not a little Aries, but a group of lions with sharp claws.

"Company Commander, the enemy has entered within two hundred meters!" Koremiaka reminded nervously.

"Hey, just right!" The company commander finally raised his head. He held a cold dagger in his hand. Looking at Bai Jun who was rushing over with laughter, a crack broke into the corner of his mouth: "It just happened to let these dogs bleed!"

As he said that, the company commander licked his lips and ordered: "Notify all platoons and squads to listen to my orders, put the puppies closer and then beat them, and try to eat them in one breath!"

As the White soldiers got closer and closer to Milerovo, Krasnov showed a proud look. To him, Milerovo was already a cooked duck, and he would never fly again!

"Send a telegram to Jijielihes and tell him that I have taken Milerovo and let him follow up quickly..."

The sudden burst of gunfire interrupted Krasnov. The White Army, who had just arrived at the edge of Mirerovo, was hit head-on. The bullets shot from the corner of the wall made them fall over. At a very close distance, even the Red Army recruits who had not received systematic training could give them a pot, not to mention that most of the First Machine Gun Regiment were not new recruits.

Under the fire and fire, the first wave of the White Army's offensive collapsed instantly. Keremiaka followed the company commander to beat the White Army with a beautiful counterattack...

PS: Bow and thank you for instantly roasting potatoes, Comrade Juventus!
Chapter completed!