As mentioned earlier, Bisuski already knew that the situation was not good. If he did not make the final effort...uh, or struggle, he would be finished.

For a hero like Pisusky, once it is time to die, he will definitely be able to give up everything, and his dying struggle will be extremely fierce. After learning that the 29th Division and the 202 Mixed Brigade could not leave the battlefield to reinforce the 27th Division, the president immediately sacrificed his last capital.

He urgently pulled another strong man in Warsaw, almost using muzzles and bayonets to force the residents of Warsaw to join the army. After a day and night of mobilization, he pieced together two militia divisions. Bisuski personally commanded the only three remaining militia divisions in Warsaw and threw them into the battlefield without hesitation.

Not long after leaving Warsaw, he ran head-on into the 1st Cavalry Division of the East Prussian People's Liberation Army that had been blocking the 30th and 34th Divisions. In the first attack, Pisusky invested a total of six regiments. The Volunteer Ft-17 tanks supported by his godfather opened the way and launched wave after wave of fierce attacks under the cover of overwhelming artillery fire.

The battle ran from the early morning until dawn, and Bissusky not only attacked himself, but also ordered the 30th and 34th divisions in the encirclement to attack at the same time, attempting to break through the defense line of the First Cavalry Division by attacking on both sides.

The first cavalry division fought very hard, and was attacked by two divisions on the front and back. For a moment, the division's troops seemed to be short of strength. Even the division's direct troops, the guards and the kitchen squad were on the front line. Even if it weren't for the chief of staff, the division commander Aden would have prepared to go to the front line to participate in the battle himself.

At that time, the first cavalry division had only one thought: "Even if it was dead, the enemy could not rush over!"

To be honest, the fighting will of the first cavalry is beyond reproach. But it is really outnumbered. And under the strict order of Bissusky, the Poles also took the initiative and rushed forward without hesitation. They were really ready to die.

There is no way to do this. Although Zermikas and Mikalayunas have conflicts with Pisuski and are unwilling to work hard for Pisuski, they are now at the critical moment of their life and death, and it is impossible not to sacrifice their lives!

Under the impact of nearly 10 regiments of four divisions, even if the officers and soldiers of the First Cavalry Division swear to resist to the death, the defense line was still slightly eroded. By 10 o'clock in the morning, the First Cavalry Division had only the last line of defense left. Let's put it this way, the straight-line distance between the 30th Division and the 34th Division and the three militia divisions of Bisuski, west of the defense line, were no more than three kilometers!

It can be said that Bisuski could use a telescope to see Mikalayunas and Zermikas on that side.

At that moment, Bisuski saw hope. He knew that he could pull out the 30th and 34th Divisions with just one more effort. With the addition of these two divisions, it would be simple to rescue the 11th in the south. Anyway, Warsaw, which was the least effective, was not an empty city.

"Fire the artillery, shoot out all the shells, and kill all the Jews on the opposite side!" Bissusky gave the order with joy. "Let the Volunteer Tank Brigade also attack, and let the Air Force also assist in the war. It must be successful in one go!"

It can be seen that Bisuski is really willing to give it his best. The cannons, tanks and planes are all sent out. This is almost all the trump cards given to him by his godfather.

On the battlefield, more than thirty ft-17s were launched together, and the roar was deafening. They moved forward slowly but powerfully, crushing the firepower points of the first division step by step. Over them, rows of shells were flying, and in a few seconds they would land on the position of the first division.

Rumble... Rumble... Rolling smoke rushed into the sky with a series of loud noises. This shelling lasted for half an hour, almost exhausting all of Pisusky's inventory.

"Very good, very good!" Bisuski was very satisfied with the performance of the tank soldiers and artillery. This extremely oppressive style of play made his suppressed mood in the past half month relax. He said confidently: "The dust has settled, and the Jews are finished!"

In Bisuski's view, under such a storm of offensives, no creatures could survive on the opposite position. The poor Jews should have been crushed to pieces. All his troops needed to do was collect the dead Jews.

However, Pisuski was too happy. When his militia followed behind the tank and charged forward, gunfire broke out on the position that seemed to be lifeless. Not only were the Jews not killed, but they still attacked his troops calmly and vigorously.

The militia behind the tank were constantly knocked down, but more people threw down their weapons and ran away. For ordinary people, chanting slogans is one thing, and going to the battlefield is another. In this game where veterans can wet their pants, it is not surprising that recruits, uh, or rookies who have not received any military training at all, are scared to death.

"What is embarrassing, the supervisor team, the supervisor team!"

Under Bisuski's order, the supervisory team skillfully set up the machine gun. With the order from the upper peak, Maxim's tongue immediately swallowed up the poor worms who had just escaped.

"Only move forward, not backward!"

The poor militia were like rats in the cracks, and under the threat of machine guns, cannons and bayonets, they had to regain their momentum and return to the battlefield.

"Very good, that's it!"

Watching his troops "steadily" advance, Bisuski laughed again. This time he carefully checked the situation on the battlefield. The Jewish firepower points were constantly crushed by ft-17, and their trenches were constantly occupied by trembling militias. Their resistance was getting weaker and weaker, and they could no longer make any waves!

Woo... Woo... Woo...

A dull roar came from the top of his head. Bisuski didn't have to look up and knew that it was the Air Force sent by his godfather. To be honest, he felt that the Air Force was coming a little late, and when he arrived at the battlefield at this time, he could only play a role in making a comedy.

But even adding icing on the cake is better than doing nothing. Looking at the remaining position of the first cavalry division, Bisuski felt that the plane would solve all problems soon.

Twist... Twist...

The flames of the machine gun swept over the position of the first cavalry division, but what Pisusky did not expect was that the dense rain of bullets did not fall on the heads of the Jews at all. All of them were consumed by his militia. There were even two ft-17s that were about to occupy the position caught fire and burned in the strafing, and finally turned into a big fireball.

"Idiots, what are you doing!" Bisuski jumped.

However, jumping is useless, because the Air Force's second dive has begun again, and it is not only bullets but also bombs that fall in this dive!

After the smoke of gunpowder spread, you could see fallen militias and burning tanks on the battlefield. In Bisuski's opinion, this wave of attacks that were almost certain were easily disturbed by the Air Force. Suddenly, the president began to get furious: "Idiots! Idiots! You trash only know how to brag, you will only help you!!"

As Pisusky waved his fists to curse the plane sent by his godfather, his chief of staff carefully reminded: "Your Excellency, that...that seems not our plane..."

Not our plane?

Bisuski was shocked. The sky in Poland has always been a godfather. He could hardly afford to play with the Air Force, which seemed very noble and powerful. He finally picked up a little bit of foreign land left by the Germans, and most of them were rags. He didn't believe that sloppy Jews could fly into the sky.

But he couldn't help but believe it. Just as he was jumping, the third wave of planes began to dive again. The pouring machine gun fire directly swept his command center. At this moment, the Star of King David, who was pictured on the fuselage, told Pisuski that this was indeed the enemy's plane!

"Where is our plane?" This is the first sentence Bisusky shouted after getting up from under the table, "Let them come and drive away these damn flies. If you let these Jewish flies do whatever they want, my troops will be killed by them!"

This is not an exaggeration at all. After several dives and strafings, the Polish militia on the battlefield were in chaos and could not take any further steps. Taking advantage of the chaos of the Poles, the First Cavalry Division quickly regained its momentum, not only stabilized its position, but also regained many support points that had just been occupied by the Poles.

"Prepare the anti-aircraft machine guns and drive away these damn Jewish flies immediately!" Pisusky yelled angrily, "and then continue the attack immediately. I will meet with the 30th Division before noon!"

Sukhoi, who fought with British gentlemen, almost fell under the Polish anti-aircraft machine gun. Of course, the situation of the British gentleman following him was not much better. Polish soldiers who had no experience in air combat could not tell which planes in the sky were their own people and which were enemies. So they treated them equally and would not let go of any planes, especially those guys who kept diving were thorns in their eyes and thorns in their flesh!

This situation was soon exploited by the cunning little beard. Since we cannot get rid of our opponents through our real skills, we might as well use a knife to kill people. I hope those stupid Polish foot cloths below can be stupid.

Once again, Sukhoi took the initiative to dive and took the initiative to shoot the Poles with the strongest firepower area. Not only that, he also teased the Poles - "Catch that bastard! Hurry!"

The angry Bisuski drilled into the table again under Sukhoi's strafing shot, which made him, who had always been proud, look embarrassed. He crawled out from under the table and slapped the dust on his body, the president issued a death order.

Under Bissusky's order, most of the high-fire firepower was concentrated on Sukhoi. More than a dozen machine guns used pouring fire to make the beard taste the taste of walking a tightrope. Of course, the British gentleman who followed him was not much better than him. For Polish militia with very bad shooting skills, it is common to call him to go east and kill west!

Soon, a bullet aimed at Sukhoi hit the nose of the British gentleman, and his car, the camel in the air, suddenly spit out a stream of black smoke. It has to be said that the British gentleman has exploded with 200% combat power this year. He magically controlled the plane that was about to strike and used a refreshing roll to get rid of the firepower on the ground.

"Oye!"

Sukhoi, who had been tilting his neck to observe the "tail" behind, shouted excitedly. Almost as the "tail" rolled, he also made a beautiful roll, changed the direction of the machine's nose with a drift-like action, and bit it hard.

The offense and defense were changed, and the poor British gentleman was about to taste the power of the Russian rash man. Sukhoi chased him like a mad dog. He followed this one bite and kept greeting the poor gentleman with his sharp minions.

The British gentleman tried his best to get rid of this bloody opponent. But Sukhoi told him with a spirit of lingering and beating that you are dead!

At that moment, on this battlefield, everyone's eyes were attracted by these two crazy pilots, so that both sides on the ground forgot to fight and looked up at the sky with nosebleeds.

Twist... Twist...

When Sukhoi finished shooting the last bullet on the plane, his nose almost hit the tail of the British gentleman. The last bullet successfully smashed the British gentleman's chrysanthemum and bloomed with the plane's skin. As the broken parts flew around, the British gentleman took his landline and then hit a slow-moving ft-17 with great accuracy.

With a loud bang, Sukhoi probably also created an insurmountable record - killing two birds with one stone. He used an attack to shoot down an aircraft and destroy a tank...

Sukhoi left the battlefield with satisfaction, leaving only Pisuski who jumped on the ground. The poor president was disturbed by the mustache and his friends with all his strength. So many years later, at the moment when Pisuski was angry, he was still cursing him: "Success was once so close to me, so close to Poland, just a little bit away, and I will rewrite the process of history... And all this was disturbed by a Russian sissy who only likes to drink black tea. I hate him! I hate him for the rest of my life, and the next life! If there is anything that can make me happy, it is to strangle that damn sissy with my own hands!"

Unfortunately, no one can help Bisuski realize this wish. After he died, Poland soon destroyed its country again. Next time, the sissy who was cursed by him will enter Warsaw as a hero to welcome the cheers of millions of foot cloths...

Sukhoi and his young men saved the first cavalry division very promptly. After that, Bisuski no longer had the ability to launch the previous crazy attack, which made the man squander most of the shells in one breath. And as the 12th Division of the Polish National Defense Force was brutally encircled and annihilated, the 7th and 8th Divisions of the East Prussian People's Liberation Army arrived at the battlefield in time, not only surrounded the 30th and 34th Divisions, but also drove Bisuski and his militia back to Warsaw.

At this time, the situation on the battlefield was basically clear. With the destruction of the 10th and 12th Divisions of the Polish National Defense Forces, the initiative on the battlefield was completely controlled by the East Prussian People's Liberation Army. As long as they were willing, they could use knives to the remaining wiping cloth on the battlefield at any time. The only thing they need to consider is which unit is more beneficial to eliminate first.

At this time, the Polish army on the battlefield was divided into four regiments, and the 30th and 34th divisions were already deeply encircled and completely separated from other friendly forces. The 11th division closest to them was also tightly stuck and was unable to help them rescue them. As for the 27th Division in the east and the two militia divisions, they could not break through the 10th Division of the East Prussian People's Liberation Army. Behind them, the poor 29th Division was suppressed by Gruu and had no temper at all. Not to mention the reinforcement of the 27th Division on the back, they themselves were all clay Buddhas who crossed the river and could not protect themselves.

"You can consider eating the enemy's 30th and 34th divisions first. These two divisions are already in trouble, and it is not difficult to eliminate them!"

However, under this good situation, the opinions within the East Prussian People's Liberation Army were not so unified. For example, the commander of the Third Army, commanding the 7th, 8th and 10th divisions to fight south, believed that persimmons should be picked up and pinched, and first took down the 30th and 34th divisions surrounded by them, and first ate the cooked duck.

This suggestion seems to be very safe. After eating out the 30th Division and the 34th Division, it completely cut off the ties between the remaining Polish troops on the battlefield and Warsaw, which seemed to be conducive to the next stage of combat.

But Triandafilov disagreed: "The enemy's 30 and 34th divisions have indeed been surrounded. It seems that it is not too difficult to eat them, and they can achieve good results. But I think there are many problems in this. First of all, these two divisions have built relatively strong positions before and leaned closely together. It is probably not easy to eat them. According to my estimate, at least all our troops are needed to concentrate our current forces; secondly, once we concentrate our troops first to attack them, we must have no extra strength to take care of the 11, 27, 29th Division and 202 Mixed Brigade in the south. These three divisions are not surrounded by us. Once they are asked to breathe a sigh of relief, they will inevitably take the initiative to leave the battlefield. In other words, in the end, we will eat at most the 30th and 34th Divisions, but let the enemy's three regular divisions, one regular brigade and two militia divisions away. I want to ask, is this cost-effective?"

All fools can calculate this. To the current level of the war, annihilation of the enemy is the ultimate goal. However, Kayal also has doubts: "If we attack the 27th and 29th Divisions in the south first, our troops may not be enough. We cannot annihilate the five enemy divisions with just four divisions!"

Triandafilov replied confidently: "It is natural that we cannot annihilate so many enemies with existing forces, but why should we use such a little force to fight annihilation war? We must see that according to the previous combat plan, our mission is just to stick to the enemy, just to prevent them from escaping, and now we are fully capable of doing this."

As he said that, Triandafilov gestated on the map: "The 7th Division went south and stuck to the enemy's 27th Division with the 10th Division. The 202 Mixed Brigade and the two ridiculous militia divisions were not a problem at all. The 29th Division was responsible for Gruu. In this case, Comrade Ubolevich solved the enemy of Ukinia and led the three divisions to go south quickly. Why worry about not being able to wipe out the enemy at all?" (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!

ps: Bow to thank the lost Comrade Canfeng and Comrade Juventus!
Chapter completed!