In an empty field, Buluhell and his company used great perseverance to block the Cossack cavalry that rushed over quickly. There were almost no fortifications or artillery. One hundred and twenty soldiers in the entire company could only rely on a rifle that was about to be smoothed out. More than a thousand Red Army soldiers were running wildly towards the village of Dyadin on the ridge.

Dutov sat high on the horse's back and put down his telescope easily. The leading cavalry company rode a horse and charged as soon as it discovered the Red Army. With their speed and impact, it was as easy to penetrate the ridiculous defense line of the Red Bandits as it was to pierce a layer of window paper. Anyway, Dutov himself thought so.

"Let the troops behind speed up and don't let the Red Bandits go!"

Dutov issued this order very easily. Perhaps in his eyes, Buluhell and Boris' troops were just a plate of dishes on the dining table, even setting up knife and fork, waiting for him to open his mouth to enjoy.

But Dutov soon discovered that the dish was not that delicious, and even the dish was not a dish at all, but a plate that could break the granite that was full of big teeth on his mouth.

Dutov's cavalry launched a charge with great ease and pleasure. Perhaps they felt that this charge was just a display of the impact of the cavalry. Almost any light infantry without support would only escape when facing them.

They were wrong, very wrong. Three hundred meters away, none of Buluhell and his young men fled. Everyone, under the command of the officer, poured bombs violently at the speeding cavalry.

The Cossacks soon suffered, and people kept getting shot and fell off their horses, and people kept getting into the mud. Their behavior of waving their sabers and dancing was a group of ridiculous clowns in the eyes of the Red Army soldiers opposite.

Many years later, Keremiaka recalled: "The third company commander did not agree to bring me with him before, because I was injured. I strongly protested against this statement. Yes, one of my arms cannot be lifted, but this does not affect my walking. It does not affect my marching! Even if I only have one hand, I can help the comrades bring more ammunition, and help the machine gunners carry gun frames... Even if I only have one hand, I will go to fight the White Army in Dog Day and avenge my company commander, political commissar and all the brothers in the first company!"

"After my constant plea, the third company commander finally brought me with me. When we arrived at Dyadin village, the Dutov Cossack gangsters who attempted to sneak attack Baikalitwa collided with us. Under the leadership of the regiment commander Comrade Buluhell, we fought a miraculous blocking battle... The Cossacks did not expect that we would not give in, nor did they expect that the muddy fields would turn their horses into delicate ladies who could not move their legs."

"...Those idiots thought they could drive us away with a saber like before, but they were hit by our head-on attack... I shook my handle desperately and loaded the canvas belt. The machine gunner Peter was so happy that his fingers had not been released from the trigger. A belt was loaded, and they were all fired in an instant. If Peter had dared to do this before, the platoon leader would kick him hard in the butt, warning him to shoot so uncontrollably. He would have sent him to the military court... And now, the platoon leader wished this guy faster, and it would be better to shoot all the bullets out in one breath...Markchin's water storage tank had already started to steam. If there was no cooling effect of water, the barrel would probably be so red... I can be sure that this barrel would definitely be scrapped after the battle..."

When the machine gunner Peter finished his last ammunition belt, the living Cossacks and horses were no longer visible in the muddy fields opposite. Before the Third Company collapsed, they were in chaos first. With the order of the officers behind the temple, they ran away in a panic like a lame rabbit. If it weren't for Buluhell's order, they would not pursue. The young men in the Third Company were heartbroken and beat the fallen dog.

"A row is responsible for covering and cleaning the battlefield, and the remaining comrades retreat immediately!"

Buluheer was very clear-headed. The more important reason for this victory was that the Cossacks were too careless, and they rushed up to the vanguard. When the main force behind came up, they still wanted to block the opponent in this empty field. It was like a fool. It was better to stop when you saw it, and quickly retreat to the Dyadin village behind it!

Buluhell's judgment was correct at all. When Dutov witnessed the ugly appearance of his vanguard in a telescope, he went crazy on the spot: "Shoot that idiot! Cossack doesn't need cowards!"

Under Dutov's order, his main force quickly advanced forward, and he wanted to eat Buluhell and Boris in one breath. However, his movements were still a little slower. When he arrived at the previous battlefield, a row of people had already cleaned the battlefield very comfortably and retreated into the village of Dyadin with the Cossacks' sabers and spears.

"Attack? Your Excellency?"

Dutov glared at the staff officer fiercely. For the proud Cossack, how could he not take revenge after suffering such a big loss? According to his temper, he should flatten this damn small village and kill all the villagers and the Red Bandits together. Only in this way can he eliminate the hatred in his heart!

"Your Excellency, but the terrain is not good for us..."

This is true. Dyadin Village is a small mound of soil on the banks of the Don River. Although it is definitely not very high at an altitude, it may be only eight or nine meters away. However, the surrounding village is full of trees, and the trees and slopes hinder the impact of the cavalry. I am afraid that it will not be possible to rush in blindly.

“The terrain on the north is relatively gentle, so we started to break through from there!”

Although Dutov was angry, he was not only good at doing anything. After observing the terrain of Dyadin village, he chose the breakthrough point in the north of the village. There was a road passing through the village, and his cavalry could rush into the village along the road.

At this time, Buluhell and Boris were also nervously setting up defenses. Dyadin village is located on the bend of the Don River. Walking down eight or nine kilometers is Baikalitwa. If you keep this village, you can block the White Army outside Baikalitwa.

"The enemy is likely to launch an attack along the road. We should not fight them head-on. We can rely on the villages and woods to deal with the enemy."

Boris fully agreed with this. He even believed: "This village is only a big fart, and there is no need for three battalions to defend. Take your troops away and go to Baikalitwa. There is only one battalion. It needs more support!"

Buluhel actually had this idea, but he was originally planning to let Boris go to Baikalitva, and he left to block Dutov.

"Don't talk nonsense to me, little guy!" Boris refused without hesitation, "I've been rushing all over the place since last night, and I just took this opportunity to rest my legs... You can't always eat meat. You must leave some soup for my young man, right?"

Buluhell knew that staying was not "eating meat". There was at least one brigade of the Cossacks opposite him, so it was just a chewing bone. However, seeing Boris' uncontroversial attitude, he could only accept the other party's kindness.

"I'll ask you here, comrade consultant."

After saying that, he shook the old man's hand heavily and then led his troops toward Baikalitva.

"Everyone cheer me up!" Boris roared with anger, "Let the army brothers see the power of our navy, and give the dog-good Cossack barbarians a little color!"

Dutov's troops quickly launched an attack, and a large group of cavalry rushed straight from the road to the village. At the reckless behavior, Boris snorted contemptuously: "Idiot!"

As the machine guns guarding the entrance of the village began to speak, Dutov's cavalry was like a brick on his head, leaving more than a dozen bodies behind. Cossack hurriedly retreated.

Putting down the telescope, Dutov asked the staff officer: "Have you marked the enemy's firepower point?"

The staff officer nodded quickly. He didn't want to make this boss angry again with a bad temper. "It's marked clearly!"

"Why are you still standing there? Tell the artillery to solve them!"

It turns out that Dutov's first attack was entirely a test. He just wanted to figure out Boris' firepower configuration and then destroy them.

The mortar hidden behind the Cossacks in the brigade spoke. I have to say that the artillery of the White Army was not bad and was very accurate. More than a dozen shells immediately covered Boris' machine gun fire point. After the violent explosion, Dutov, who had put down the telescope, ordered again without any emotion: "Attack!"

This time it was similar to the last time. The Cossacks were still swaying from the road to the village. They naively thought that the Red Army's machine guns were finished, and then they just needed to start robbing according to the previous sweep mode.

Tata Tower. Tata Tower...

When the new machine gun fire point emerged again and caught the cavalry off guard, these poor Cossacks really wanted to greet their boss's ancestors for eight generations.

Dutov was still calm, without any sign of distress or annoyance, and turned to his staff officer without any expression. The man quickly wiped his cold sweat and said hesitantly: "This is a new firepower point!"

"I know." Dutov glared at him, "I just want to know when I can destroy it!"

The staff member twitched twice and quickly replied: "Now!"

Dutov's mortar spoke for the second time, and another bombardment was bombarded, followed by the third attack. However, this time, the Cossacks did not blindly trust their boss, and no longer dared to swagger into the village, but slowly approached the village in groups of three or three.

This time, their actions were quite smooth, and the vanguard troops stood in the village smoothly, as if all Boris' fire points were destroyed. However, just as the overjoyed Cossacks poured into the village again, new machine gun fire points appeared again, and under the violent strafing, the Cossacks scattered again.

"Bastard!" Dutov finally became angry and was very dissatisfied with the performance of the artillery troops. He decided to give the artillery some color and tell them how serious the consequences of perfunctory superiors were.

Rumble, rumble.

The dull explosion made Dutov's ear move, and he subconsciously asked the staff officer: "Where cannon?"

The staff officer was also stunned, but before he could answer, a sharp whistling came upon them.

"Bombardment! Find cover!"

Before the staff members finished calling, the shells landed among the Cossacks. A red light flashed, and a few horses and people turned into a pool of minced meat. These days, only the White Army had been bombing the Red Army in a mess. They had never been counterattacked by the Red Army artillery fire, which greatly reduced their vigilance, so that they thought of evading after the shells landed on the ground and exploded.

To be honest, it was too late. So this round of artillery counterattack of the Red Army achieved unexpected results. When the first round of artillery shells landed, more than 200 Dutov's men were directly reimbursed, and even the artillery Dutov wanted to deal with was over. If the staff had not dragged him into a canal, the Cossack cavalry commander would have directly paid the account.

"Compare with me? Cut!"

Boris looked at Dutov's troops, saying when the army would dare to compete with the navy for artillery. Not long ago, he contacted the Donetsk gunboat stationed in Baikalitva. After reporting the coordinates of Dutov's troops, Donetsk immediately gave Dutov a blow.

Dutov retreated, and his cavalry was actually more resistant to artillery fire than infantry, so he didn't want to stay where he was a living target. After retreating five kilometers in one breath, the guy stood still in shock.

"Send someone to inform His Excellency Krasnov that our army was blocked by a large number of red bandits near Dyadin Village. The enemy's firepower is very strong and has many machine guns and heavy artillery support. I can only retreat temporarily!"

In fact, Boris' firepower is not as powerful as Dutov imagined. The heavy artillery is from the naval gunboat, which is quite real. As for a large number of machine guns, this is Dutov's misunderstanding. A certain immortal left the Black Sea and supported Boris' Marines with more than a dozen PK machine guns. Compared with Maxim, who is bulky and not good at transfer, PK machine guns can be easily transferred.

It was precisely because Boris used this advantage that Dutov had an illusion that his machine gun fire point would be transferred immediately after every shot. Dutov's artillery bombarded an empty target every time, and there was no meaning except wasting shells.

But Dutov certainly didn't know that he didn't expect that a fairy who had traveled through time was helping Boris cheat. He used his old point of view to copying it, and naturally he would only draw wrong conclusions, and his wrong conclusions would greatly mislead Krasnov.

"The main force of the Red Bandits was discovered in the direction of Baikaretva? There were a large number of machine guns and heavy artillery reinforcements? How could this be possible?"

Krasnov was confused. No matter which direction he was heading, it was not going smoothly. He hit Mirerovo and touched a bag. He was blocked on the other side of the river and was anxious to attack Baikalitva. He actually fired the main force of the Red Army with heavy artillery reinforcement. This was like a rhythm of ambushing on all sides!

The continuous wall collision greatly weakened Krasnov's fighting spirit, and the foggy battlefield made him start to think randomly. When he was anxious and afraid, he had an illusion that the Red Army had begun to encircle him from all directions and was preparing to annihilate him in this area west of the Don River.

Krasnov panicked and telegraphed the New Constitutional Assembly and the Provisional Government far away in Ufa for help.

Savenkov said worriedly: "Gentlemen, according to the telegram I just received, the Red Bandits are preparing to carry out a large-scale combat operation in the Don River Basin, with the purpose of annihilation of our country-savior volunteers and Czech allies... General Krasnov urgently asked us to put pressure on the Czech allies immediately and cannot continue to hold their troops. We should work together to break through the Red Bandits' interception and open a path to Ufa..."

"Is the news reliable?" Avksenziev asked, "I just contacted the Czechs, and they didn't mean anything nervous. Could it be that Krasnov was exaggerating?"

Savinkov curled his lips and said, "What are the benefits of his alarmist words?"

Avksenziev snorted coldly: "We all know that General Krasnov has been trying to obtain all command of the Ukrainian troops in order to satisfy his personal ambitions... Maybe this is his excuse?"

With the birth of the so-called temporary regime in Ufa and the new constitutional congress, a new round of power struggles began to intensify within the Social Revolutionary Party. Focusing on the future Russian political system, the command of the army, and all kinds of trivial matters, these people quarreled every day and made trouble, and never stopped for a moment.

It can be said that as long as there is any opportunity to attack or attack opponents, they will not let them go. Savyvinkov, who had planned the first shot of Ukraine's anti-Bolshevik rebellion, became the target of public criticism. Avksenziev, Jinzinov, Bunakov and others kept trying to weaken Savyvinkov's influence. As long as this guy supports them, they will oppose it.

"Gentlemen, calm down! Let's get back to the point!"

Kolchak couldn't stand this noisy scene. Just now, in the blink of an eye, the theme of the meeting went from the situation in Ukraine to the dispute over the provisions of the constitution that was prepared thousands of miles away. This jumping thinking made him stunned and felt extremely worried.

Before returning to China, he had heard about how weird these people from the Social Revolutionary Party were. At that time, he suspected that the Bolsheviks deliberately vilified their political enemies. However, when he actually dealt with these grandsons, he realized that this was not ugliness, nor was it slander. Even rumors did not fully explain the incompetence and pedanticity of these people.

Anyway, Kolchak understood why Kornilov suddenly had a coup, why did he suddenly fire the first shot of the anti-social revolutionary party? It was not that Kornilov took the wrong medicine, nor that he had a brain disease! Because now he could not bear it anymore, and he had the urge to kill these idiots!

PS: Bow and thank Juventus for killing Comrade Potato in seconds!
Chapter completed!