The Baron's direct division fought extremely bravely. One soldier fell down and another soldier rushed forward immediately. Although the front was shaky under the repeated attacks of the Red Army, it was still firmly in the hands of the government forces. Fu Longzhi became a little anxious. He did not expect that the enemy could still organize such a defense line in such a situation that the defeat was successful, blocking his way. He knew very well that if the enemy could not be defeated as soon as possible, the previous plan for this battle would not be able to achieve the pre-result. His goal was to completely defeat, and even eliminate most of the Far East government troops, so that they had no power to advance westward, thus giving the entire Battle of Serov. However, now, from the surface, his plan seemed to be more than half successful, but due to the enemy's desperate resistance, the Far East government troops that were defeated in the early stage had suffered heavy losses, but they were unable to successfully encircle and annihilate them. From a tactical perspective, the goal was not achieved.

The attacking regiment had been damaged more than half, and the enemy's tenacious will moved Fu Longzhi. In order to ensure the strength and sustainability of the attack, Fu Longzhi sent another regiment to the scene. The arrival of the new force made the Far East government army's position in danger.

At this time of the battle, both sides were already red in their eyes, and even the baron who was commanding on the front line had a color. The pistol he had held in his hand had already been inserted back to his waist. Now he found a rifle like an ordinary soldier and squatted in a simple fortification and continued to shoot at the charge enemy.

"Your Excellency, you can't stand it anymore, retreat! Retreat quickly! The enemy is about to attack!"

"Nonsense!" The blood-stained baron lost the elegance of the ordinary nobles, and his ferocious expression was like an angry male army. He cursed at the guard battalion commander without looking back: "The position is still in our hands! I won't go anywhere! My warriors and I will not step back!"

"Your Excellency..." The guard battalion commander advised anxiously: "You are the commander-in-chief, you must retreat! The position can no longer be defended...Your Excellency!"

"Get out! I'll shoot you if I say something else!"

The baron turned around and his bloody eyes scared the guard battalion commander, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

No longer going to Gu's loyal subordinates, the baron continued to pull the bolt to shoot. The moment he pulled the puller, he clearly saw a Red Army soldier charging at the opposite side falling under his gun, smiled slightly, and silently chanting 12... This was already the twelfth enemy under his gun, and at this time he had already put his position aside. He needed to use this fighting method to wash away his shame. Even if he finally fell here for a long time, he could not let the family's appearance be covered with dust.

The Baron's stubbornness and determination ordered the guard battalion commander who tried to persuade him to retreat to be helpless. Since the battle, more than half of the direct divisions have suffered casualties. Even the Baron's guard battalion was only the size of a reinforced company. More than half of the soldiers fell down during the battle and could no longer get up.

This was a bloody battle. During the Russo-Japanese War, the highest casualties of the Russian team were the Battle of Fengtian, with the Russian casualties reaching 21.6%, thus losing the war. Logically speaking, the casualties of a unit were as high as 1/4, which was already an iron army. Now the casualties of the Baron's direct division and guard battalion have exceeded 50%, but they are still fighting, which is a miracle.

But no matter how miracles are, they cannot change the reality that the enemy is too small. The troops lacking complete fortifications and heavy weapons can support the enemy's attacks several times, and now they have surprised the opponents, but no matter how tenacious the resistance is, they cannot stop the enemy's fierce attacks one after another. The time of the position's fall has been counted down.

The soldiers around him fell down one by one in artillery fire and bullets. If it weren't for the guard's desperate cover, the Baron would have gone to see God long ago. He tapped the plate machine again and killed the fifteenth enemy. When the Baron pulled the bolt, he found that the rifle had no bullets.

"Bullet! Bullet!"

He turned around and shouted to his side, but no one answered him. After a closer look, the guards on both sides had already died, and the soldiers fighting a little farther away could not hear his shouts. The positions were filled with rumbling artillery fire and howling bullets. Drop the rifle without bullets, the Baron climbed to the side of the sacrificed guard and took down his gun, pulled the bolt and found that there were the last three bullets. At this time, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. He knew that when the three bullets were finished, everything was about to end.

"Come on! Damn Bolsheviks! Let you taste my awesomeness!"

Three bullets killed two charger Red Army soldiers, and one of them did not hit the target. The Baron sighed with regret, threw away the empty rifle, and took out his pistol. There was the last bullet in his pistol, which was left for him. Now the time is coming soon. The Baron watched the Red Army getting closer and closer and helplessly. As the enemy approached, he even saw clearly the face of a Red Army soldier rushing towards him. What a young face. The other party may not have grown up yet, right? Sixteen or seventeen years old? At this age, he was riding horses and hunting in his father's courtyard... The autumn in St. Petersburg was golden, a beautiful Russian girl... and that euphemistic song... How much I want to go back to the past...

A trace of tenderness flashed in the Baron's eyes. He slowly raised his gun and pointed the muzzle at his temple. Now, just need to gently pull the plate machine, and his head will explode like a broken watermelon. Although this way of death is terrifying, it is the fastest and least painful way. He is ready to welcome the final arrival.

The attacking Red Army finally rushed to a place more than ten meters away from the enemy under great losses. The enemy's resistance became weaker and weaker. Seeing that the opponent's position was about to be broken through, the goddess of victory had waved to the Red Army, and the excited Red Army soldiers couldn't help but shout.

"Da da...da da da...da da...!"

Just as the Red Army soldiers were about to rush into the position, no one expected a violent machine gun sound. First one, then two...three..., which had already rushed to the front, raised the bayonet to attack the government army that had lost resistance, and suddenly fell a large area of ​​the Red Army. Before the remaining Red Army soldiers could come back to their senses, the flying bullets knocked them down one by one.

"Your Excellency! Reinforcements! Reinforcements!"

The seriously injured battalion commander dragged his body toward the baron. Behind him was a bloodstain. His legs, who was still alive a few minutes ago, had been blown off by shells. Although his handsome face was twisted due to pain, it still could not hide the ecstasy in his heart.

At this time, the Baron had already put down his gun and stared at the reinforcements coming from behind. One soldier after another rushed to replace the soldiers' positions of the direct division who had lost their combat effectiveness. The machine gun positions of three people were set up one after another, and a mortar platoon set up the gun barrels on the spot and fired at the Red Army troops opposite at an extremely fast speed. The Baron could see clearly that although these soldiers were wearing government uniforms, they were obviously the top-notch people, which meant that the reinforcements he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

A part of the Chinese Far East Army finally arrived at the last moment, which gave the Red Army, who had already seen hope of victory, a blow to the Red Army, who was charging, was in chaos, and he had no choice but to retreat temporarily due to heavy losses.

After repelling the Red Army, the Chinese soldiers who arrived quickly seized the time to rest the defense line and rescue the wounded. At this time, the Baron was finally gone. The injured Baron was carried to a safe area and bandaged and cared for by the guards, and then sent to the rear hospital.

"Where is my guard battalion commander? Where is he?"

"Your Excellency, I'm very sorry..."

The Baron's inquiry got such an answer, and he looked a little sad, but soon struggled to get up from the stretcher.

"Your Excellency, your injury must be treated in the rear, and the shrapnel on your body must be removed by surgery."

"No! I don't go anywhere, I want to stay here, I want to watch the enemy with my own eyes!"

"Your Mightiness……!"

"Needless to say! Please let your commander come!"
Chapter completed!