"Where did Zhang's troops go?"

The battle had been going on for half an hour. Although the Baron's direct infantry division tenaciously resisted the enemy's attack, it suffered huge losses. The enemy was large and we were few. Fu Longzhi invested nearly 50,000 troops in front, as well as tanks and cannons. Although the planes above their heads had already lost bombs, while the Red Army was attacking, several planes flew over low altitude from the Far East government forces, which was obvious.

The Baron's direct infantry division was only over 10,000, lacking heavy weapons, and the hasty position was extremely simple. Moreover, because of the defeat of the vanguard troops, not to mention the soldiers below, even the Baron himself would have been panicked. If he hadn't been strict in the military and was commanding the most elite troops in the entire legion, he would have been defeated as soon as he started fighting.

The number of casualties at the front is getting bigger and bigger. The anxious Baron is very clear that his troops can at most block the enemy's attack. As for whether the troops still have combat effectiveness after the next wave of attack, God knows.

When he found that the situation was not good, the Baron immediately asked for help from the rear, because the only one who could save his fate on the other side of the river was Zhang Huchen's Chinese Far East Army. After sending a liaison officer, the Baron was anxiously waiting for the arrival of reinforcements. If Zhang Huchen's troops could arrive in time, perhaps the position could still be kept. If it came too late, once his direct infantry division was defeated, the entire Far East government army on the West Bank would no longer exist.

"Your Excellency, General Zhang has organized troops to cross the river quickly. He let us hold on for another hour!"

"One hour?" The baron's mouth felt bitter. It would be great if he could hold on for another half an hour. In the battle just now, due to the suppression of enemy artillery, the front-line machine gun positions were almost completely destroyed, and the casualties of the troops were as high as 20%. With his understanding of this army, it is not very likely that he would hold on for another hour. Will he be buried here today?

If there was a medicine for regret in this world, the Baron would have paid for everything to buy a bottle to drink. Regret is not as good as before. If he had listened to Zhang Huchen's advice, or if he did not compete with the Chinese, he would have transported a part of the Chinese Far East Army to serve as the defense of the beach in advance. Nothing would have been like this now. He could only blame himself, and his eyes were fascinated by merit and glory. His mind was full of defeating Fu Longzhi's front army completely, and then awarded the title of marquis or count by Her Majesty the Queen.

But now, let alone defeating Fulongzhi's front army, his government army is almost over. As for what the marquis and counts are, there is no need to think about it. If he can escape and die, the furious queen and the cabinet will definitely hold him accountable, and the destruction of a hero to a sinner is waiting for his final result.

"Stannislavsky! Stanislavsky!"

Thinking of this, the Baron's face turned pale. Will the family's light disappear in his hands? Listening to the sound of cannons coming from the opposite side, the Baron gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.

"Your Excellency! Are you looking for me?"

Soon, General Stanislavsky, with a rifle on his face, hurried over, and as the commander of the front, his left arm was slightly injured. The bandaged cloth strips were oozing out, and it seemed a bit inconvenient to walk.

"How about it?"

The Baron asked anxiously without caring about his injuries.

"The situation is very bad. Your Excellency, the frontier positions have retreated twenty meters. The soldiers suffered great casualties under the enemy's cannons and crazy attacks. The Red Army attacked us like crazy. Although their casualties are quite a bit serious, their people are several times more than ours!"

"Stanislavsky..." The baron said with a gloomy expression: "You will take a battalion and retreat immediately, and retreat to the beachhead to gather the retreating troops to organize the last line of defense. If I die in battle, the troops will rely on you to command the troops. You must not let Fu Longzhi occupy the West Bank. You must not!"

General Stanislavsky was stunned and hurriedly advised: "Your Excellency, let me stay! You are the commander-in-chief, and the final position should be organized by you. Let me command here!"

"Don't say it anymore." The Baron waved his hand and said without any doubt: "As a nobleman, I cannot leave my soldiers, and I must stay here in this situation. Stanislavsky, your responsibility is great, and the entire army will be in trouble. Now you are my last hope!"

"Your Excellency!" General Stanislavsky knew that the Baron was right. In this situation, as the supreme commander, he once he left his troops and retreated, he would probably not have to wait for the opponent to attack again to collapse. In order to gain time, the Baron must stay here and be with his soldiers. Only in this way can he boost morale, give the soldiers the last hope, and do his best to block the enemy's re-attack.

"Go! Don't waste time. In addition, in my name, I ask Chinese allies to come as soon as possible. If... hey... Stanislavsky, my old friend, I will depend on you next."

General Stanislavsky, who returned to the rear to reorganize the defense line, lit a cigarette and smoked hard. He knew very well that how many troops Stanislavsky could gather behind him and what kind of last defense line could be organized, which was determined by the final fate of the West Bank troops. Although he had sent people to ask Zhang Huchen for help, it would be not enough to get from Zhang Huchen's troops gathered to pass the pontoon bridge to the West Bank and reinforce him. The news I just got was that Chinese allies asked him to hold on for another hour, which was probably the courage to hope. According to his experience, the battle here would have ended long ago, and he would fall on this land with his defeat.

General Stanislavsky left less than a few minutes later, and the gunshots at the frontier began again. The Baron's face changed. He knew that another wave of enemy attacks had begun. Leaving half of the cigarette butts, the Baron took out his ivory-shaped pistol and rushed to the frontier with his guard battalion.

When they rushed to the front position, the position was already in flames, and the battle was extremely fierce. The Red Army on the opposite side launched another charge under the cover of the last two tanks. Ula's shouts resounded throughout the sky, and the rifle was bayonet, and it flashed with a terrifying light under the sunlight. The machine gun at the last part of the position fired desperately, but it still could not stop the enemy from approaching.

"Boom! Boom!"

Several shells, machine gun parts and machine gunners' bodies were thrown into the sky, scattering around the ground like rags. When the final machine gun position was removed by the enemy, the charge of the Red Army on the opposite side suddenly gave a burst of cheers.

"Russian warriors! Empire warriors! My comrades! Me! Peter Nikolayevich Wrangel! The Baron of the Empire! The Empress's General! We will be with you at this moment! Let us fight for the revival of the Empire! For our home and relatives and friends!

"For the Empire! For the Home! For the Family and Friends!"

Seeing that the front was about to collapse, the Baron led the team to rush forward by example. At this time, he was like an ordinary soldier. Seeing the commander-in-chief coming and fighting with him, the troops that could hardly stand were suddenly emitting the last courage. Everyone, from officers to soldiers, stood firmly on the position regardless of life and death, and although they had no heavy weapons, no cover from machine guns, only rifles and grenades were left in their hands, but under the combat power aroused after the outbreak, they still blocked the enemy's attack. Even in the end, a company commander organized a counterattack, several non-commissioned officers tied with grenades rushed to the last two tanks of the Red Army with their flesh and blood, and completed their mission of dying together with their lives.

"Report to Comrade Commander, all our tanks were destroyed, the attack was blocked, and there were great casualties. The regiment-level commander who served as the offensive requested a temporary retreat..."

Fu Longzhi listened to the latest report expressionlessly. He had just seen the scene of the last two tanks being destroyed by the White Bandit Army in the telescope with grenades. He did not expect that the White Bandit Army would have such brave soldiers, and when the large army was defeated, he only blocked the counterattack of his army with an infantry teacher and student who lacked heavy equipment.
Chapter completed!