Senas and Zermikas almost made Bisuski angry. Why? Because the two people have the same opinion - the blockade of Vovomin must be strengthened!

So how to strengthen the blockade? Naturally, it is to draw the offensive troops out and go to the outside to watch the venue. To put it bluntly, Senas meant to save his troops from the desperate offensive battle, and he didn't want to continue the attack.

For Zermikas, as long as Senas does not continue to cause trouble for him and does not hold him to the wrong responsibility, he will be happy to go with the flow.

In this way, could Bisuski be happy? He wanted to conquer Vovomine as soon as possible, to go north to reinforce the First Army, and to counter-surround the Jews and fight annihilation war. It was urgent for him and could not afford to delay.

According to Senas's opinion, the offensive troops were drawn to improve the siege and blockade, so how could they eliminate Vovoming's enemies? It was impossible to conquer the enemy with large investment before, but now the offensive troops were drawn to be able to become any idiot.

Even Bisusky could guess the true thoughts in the hearts of these division commanders. In his opinion, these guys just want to work hard and shirk responsibility! Why do you say that? Think about it, the offensive troops have been weakened, so there is a saying that the attack will be unfavorable in the future. The offensive troops can completely complain about their lack of strength! At that time, these clowns can also put the responsibility clearly!

For Bisuski, the current situation is very difficult. If the offensive troops are drawn to strengthen the blockade, you will naturally not have too many fantasies in the battles later. Instead of drawing offensive troops and continuing to attack wildly, these grandsons have the same explanation - it's not that we don't work hard. It's because the enemy's firepower is too fierce!

According to the quarrels, they were probably not responsible at all, and the president who needed to pay for it was him.

Thinking of this, Bisuski wanted to give himself a mouth immediately. He shouldn't have asked his godfather for help, nor should he be sure of that shit-like conclusion. He affirmed that this conclusion was actually causing trouble for him, giving the grandsons in front of him sufficient excuses to shirk them.

Bisuski was in a difficult situation. At this time, he could not change his conclusion to deny his godfather, otherwise he would be disrespectful to his godfather and would also be slapping himself. He didn't want the grandsons in front of him to make jokes!

For a moment, Bisuski was very moved: "It's either his own line or it's hard to command. If the one who besieged Vovoming in front of his eyes was my first army, how could such vague things come from!"

However, at this time, Porsky's condition was not better than Bissusky, and even worse than Bissusky. After another fierce battle for a day and a night, his three divisions had completely lost contact and could only fight on their own. Even the First Division and the Second Division were completely dismembered and were being eaten up little by little.

"Have you contacted Pranic?" Porsky asked weakly.

"There is still no news." Deputy Commander Dedula sighed. In fact, he and Porsky knew very well that it was only a matter of time before Pranic was eliminated after the breakout of the First Division failed. Maybe at the moment they were talking, Pranic had already surrendered?

Dedula underestimated Pranic. Although this division commander was a little naive, he was still full of integrity. After the breakout failed, he led his remaining small troops to fight against the East Prussian People's Liberation Army, and had no intention of surrendering at all.

In the dark basement, the unkempt Pranic cheered his subordinates: "Brothers, perseverance is victory! Every second we persist, there is more hope. Commander Polsky and Your Excellency Bissuski will never ignore us. As long as we persist to the end, victory will definitely belong to us...ah cough...ah cough..."

Pranic has said something like this many times. Maybe it is useful when it is said the first time, but when it is said the tenth time, or even the hundredth time, it seems to the soldiers like Grandma Wang's foot binding cloth - it is smelly and long.

In the eyes of the soldiers, what Pranic called boosting morale is better than saying the murmur of a mentally ill person. This division commander, who had been tortured by the battle, had nothing left in spirit except this last straw.

After Pranic coughed a few times, he suddenly asked, "What time is it?"

"Report to the division commander, one noon!"

"A little?" Pranic's eyes looked so empty and his thinking was even more dull. After a long time, he asked, "Why aren't you having a meal yet?"

This question is very realistic. Food is the most important thing for people, and eating a full stomach is the most basic need. However, on the battlefield, similar basic needs become the most luxurious enjoyment in some cases.

For example, now, Pranic's troops have not opened fire for three days. After consuming the last little bread snatched from the common people the day before yesterday, Pranic's troops have been hearing their stomachs screaming.

Let me put it this way, there is nothing else in this dark and dry cellar except bricks, and even drinking water is a problem, let alone eating.

Soon Pranic realized that he had asked a stupid question, probably he was fainted from hunger. He suddenly stood up from the ground and said passionately: "We must find a way to get some food, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Pranic felt a sudden star and dizzy look on his eyes. He fell to the ground with a gulp.

"Teacher!Teacher!"

When the soldiers woke up with all their fingers, Pranic licked his dry lips and ordered: "Organize troops and try to find some food and water!"

When night fell, the remaining troops of the First Division sneaked out of the hiding mouse hole as Pranic ordered and sneaked into the surroundings. Their targets pointed directly at the kitchens, cellars and wells of the local residents.

"This group of bastards seems to be almost dying of hunger!"

When Ubolevic received the news, he first laughed and then fell into deep thought. Of course, he was not considering the issue of eating, but considering how to tighten the noose around the enemy's neck.

"Order the offensive troops to confiscate all food and medicines, and block all wells and tap water pipes. The bastards died of starvation and thirst!"

Another day passed in the blink of an eye. Pranic, who had barely eaten some potato skins, was so hungry that she was so hungry that she was thirsty. In addition to being hungry, she was also a problem. Let's put it this way. Even if there was a toilet full of shit and urine in front of him, he would plunge in without hesitation and drink it.

However, there were still only bricks in the dry cellar, and even after digging down for five or six meters, there was still no trace of water.

"Don't waste your energy, it's impossible to dig out water here!"

"Teacher...but without water, brothers really can't hold on?"

Pranic snorted coldly: "If you can't hold on, you have to persist! We are Polish soldiers, and it is our duty to be loyal to our country!"

As soon as the words were finished, the sentry on the cellar began to shout down: "Teacher, no, no. The deputy commander and more than a dozen brothers surrendered to the Jews!"

"This scum!" Pranic punched the wall hard, "Why not stop him!"

The sentry replied weakly: "Teacher Commander, no matter how you say the deputy commander is a man. If he hadn't been able to hold on, he might have..."

"Shut up!" Pranic roared with all her strength, and the huge echo shocked everyone in the cellar's ears, and everyone felt Pranic's anger.

"From now on, there is only one way to treat deserters!" Pranic became more and more excited, and he almost danced his hands and feet and was jumping up and down: "Kill! Kill! Soldiers escaped and killed the squad leader, the squad leader escaped and killed the platoon leader. The platoon leader escaped and killed the company commander... All the company must be punished if they escape by one person!"

The excited Pranic did not notice it. When he shouted to kill, the expressions of the others in the cellar changed. An indescribable feeling lingers between the soldiers and the officers.

"Now, catch all the remaining people in the cellar over there!" Pranic gave the order with murderous intent.

In his almost murderous gaze, the sentry reluctantly carried out his orders, and after a while, the sentry walked back alone.

"What's going on?" Pranic's eyebrows stood up, like two daggers, "Can they all run away?"

The sentry didn't dare to look at Pranic's eyes at all. He replied dejectedly: "The deputy commander took away all the injured brothers. Those seriously injured brothers really couldn't stand it anymore. If they dragged on, they would definitely die, so the deputy commander..."

"I don't want to listen to these nonsense!" Pranic shouted again, "You still call him the deputy commander? He is a traitor! He is a deserter! Everyone can kill him! Now, you just need to tell me if there is anyone there!"

The sentry replied in a low voice: "There are five or six brothers left!"

"That's all!" Pranic glared at him again and said viciously: "Bring them here!"

The sentry raised his head suddenly and begged, "Teacher?"

Pranic stomped his feet suddenly and said angrily: "You didn't hear my order? Go and execute it immediately!"

The sentry left helplessly, and a few minutes later, several soldiers who were shaking and still wounded were brought in.

"You just watched Krava (deputy commander) escape?" Pranic asked gloomyly.

"Teacher," said the chief sergeant, who was headed: "Deputy Commander..."

Pranic immediately corrected: "Krava!"

The Chief Adam's apple moved and said helplessly: "When Krava saw that the wounded were really unable to stand up, she said she could not watch them die, so she told us that the wounded must be sent away..."

"Then you agree?!" Pranic roared with murderous intent with her eyes bulging.

The Chief of the Sgt. At this time, he regretted it and had the urge to cry. Of course, this was not because he "let go" the deputy commander, but because he regretted not obeying the deputy commander's advice: "Brothers, for this war, we have already been loyal to the country. Under the conditions of complete despair, we can only surrender... If I were you, we would not choose to stay and continue to suffer. Our commander is definitely not a broad-minded person. It is probably a worrying result for you to stay!"

It really made Krava say that Pranic, full of anger, had completely ignored his charisma. He had only one thought in his mind - my authority was seriously provoked. If he could not make a quick decision to kill this "unhealthy trend", the morale of the troops would soon collapse!

No one in the cellar expected that Pranic would be so cruel. When he quickly pulled out his pistol from his waist and shot the Chief's head, the others exclaimed!

"Shut up!" Pranic waited for his blood-red eyes, pointing at the smoky gun at the corpse that was still twitching. He shouted in a bad voice: "This is the end of disobeying my orders! No one can violate my orders without paying the price!"

If it weren't for the extreme thirst that other soldiers and officers in the cellar could not swallow their saliva at all, Pranic would have heard the neat sound. Looking at the terrified soldiers and officers and seeing the uncoverable fear in their eyes, Pranic was very satisfied. He thought the effect was very ideal!

That night, the executioner wrote in a proud tone in his combat diary: "I used powerful means to shock those half-hearted guys, and I saw the fear in their hearts. This fear made me regain control of the situation and fully believe that I could continue to persevere until I won the victory!"

Before Pranic's bold words could be dried up, his troops were hit by a new round of attacks. They had been dealing with the East Prussian People's Liberation Army by relying on cellars and sewer pipes, and quickly began to collapse under the attack of flamethrowers and cloud bombs.

The flamethrower is really useful against enemies hiding in the mouse hole. The raging flames can not only burn the Poles who are fighting stubbornly, but also force them to crawl out of the hole. And they fled to the ground in a hurry and were knocked to the ground by pouring bullets in minutes.

Of course, the effect of the cloud explosion bomb is better and ideal, but it cannot cause too much psychological panic to the Poles. Because more than 90% of the Poles who had been lucky enough to see the power of the cloud explosion bomb were dead. Most of the remaining small part fainted due to lack of oxygen and became prisoners in a confused manner, and naturally they could not tell their comrades about the terribleness of this weapon.

The Jews who had used cloud bombs were startled and according to the veterans' recollections, "Short after the battle began, the independent combat engineer battalion, which had been affiliated with the military headquarters, entered the battle. These engineers were different from the engineers we had seen before. Their mission was not just to clear mines, blow up obstacles, build bridges or build fortifications. These so-called engineers were all the best assaulters. The weapons they equipped were completely used to fight street battles or fight tough battles!"

The combat engineers basically do not equip full-power rifles, and most of them use short and capable submachine guns. Each of them has a set of heavy body armor that can withstand direct rifles at close range. Of course, the longest weapon used by these engineers is not guns, but grenades and plastic explosives.

They were responsible for opening holes in solid walls so that the large troops behind them could avoid passing through exposed streets. When they encountered solid fortifications or hidden and difficult-to-pull ground barriers, they were the first to drive the circuit with flamethrowers or recoilless cannons.

The 107mm recoilless cannon equipped by combat engineers is a powerful weapon for attack. First, use the broken armor bomb to knock open the enemy's turtle shell. If they are not killed by shock waves, crushed stones or cement fragments, they will add a cloud bomb.

Cloud explosion bombs can consume oxygen in the confined space in a short period of time and repeatedly form shock waves to "rinse" the internal space of the fortification. Generally speaking, Poles hiding in the fortification will die.

"The cloud explosion bomb is very powerful!" combat engineer Vanins recalled, "The warhead of this weapon does not carry high-explosive explosives, but high-energy combustion agents. When the warhead is shot into the enemy's fortification, two explosions will occur. The first explosion is that the explosive carried by the warhead 'spread' the high-energy combustion agent inside the fortification. When the high-energy combustion agent is fully combined with the air, the second explosion ignits these high-energy combustion agents, which can consume all the air in an instant, and even create a "vacuum" environment in a short time... The enemy will suffocate quickly. Of course, suffocation is not the only means of killing. Explosion, the shock waves and overpressure generated by the explosion continue to "bounce" on the walls of the fortification in a short time, causing damage like a tug-of-war..."

Of course, such an explanation is too written and too stylized, and it cannot make people intuitively understand the power of the cloud bomb. Next, Vanins continued: "In the battle to attack the last stronghold of the enemy's first division, according to the battalion commander's request, we concentrated all the recoilless cannons and violently bombarded the enemy's stronghold. Even the artillery behind us fired a large number of cloud bombs into that small area... The scene at that time was extremely terrifying. Even as a bystander, I felt lingering fear... The earth was covered by yellow fog, right next to most of the time... The earth was shrouded in yellow fog, right next to most of the time... The scene was so terrible.

Before the viewer could figure out how it was, suddenly, thunder was shaking and the earth was shaking. Suddenly, dozens of golden fireballs of all sizes rushed into the sky, trees fell down, and houses collapsed, screaming in the sky... After the battle, I could see that all the buildings were in ruins, and the people inside were either scorched or suffocated. Strangely, the bodies of the deceased were intact, without any traces of shrapnel, but their mouths were wide open... The worst was the soldiers who died in hidden fortifications, who had scratched their throats before they died..."

For the Poles, the cloud bomb was a nightmare, but for Ubolevic, the cloud bomb was a magic weapon that could quickly eliminate the enemy and gain victory. Under the attack of the cloud bomb, the strongholds that Pranic's troops were defended were removed one by one, the morale of the troops became lower and lower, and his temper became more and more popular.

But there is a very true saying: wherever there is oppression, there is resistance. As Pranic's atrocities become more and more outrageous, he is not far from the last moment... (To be continued...)

ps: Bow to thank the old students, hzwangdd and comrade Juventus!
Chapter completed!