"Russians, surrender. You can't get out!" The answer was a hot bullet.

Olkovsky reached for the bullet pouch at his waist, but found nothing.

He looked back and saw a dozen pairs of eyes looking at him.

"No more?"

"No more, that's your last one."

Olkovsky sighed helplessly, and they persisted in Smolensk for two months.

Perhaps, they are also the only resistance force in Smolensk.

Because there was no sound of gunshots outside.

There are only two ways before them, either to be prisoners or...! die.

"Surrender! Or die."

Olkovsky glanced at his brothers. There were still thirteen men left in a company that had followed him two months ago.

Thirteen is not an auspicious number.

But at this point, it doesn't matter whether it's auspicious or not.

"Haha! You don't have to wait two months to surrender.

Captain Olkovsky, let's rush out together. Kill one to earn enough money, kill two to earn one."

Deputy company commander Krilev held a grenade in his hand, which was the last grenade they had left.

The Poles slowly approached, and just outside their barracks lay hundreds of Polish corpses.

In the past two months, no Polish person except the dead has been able to enter this barracks.

Polish soldiers held guns, bayonets reflecting the sun.

They walked slowly, after all, the ground was covered with corpses.

They all know a lot of people.

"Boom!" There was an explosion, and three Polish soldiers fell down.

Then, a shout was heard: "Ula!"

A group of ragged Russians rushed out of the barracks, some carrying rifles with bayonets in their hands.

Some people held chair legs, and some even held two rocks in their hands.

They were like madmen, shouting and roaring crazily. They probably didn't even know what the sounds coming from their mouths meant.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The gunfire rang out in an instant, and blood continued to spurt out from the screaming Russian soldiers.

"Ula!" Olkovsky shouted loudly, his body seemed to be filled with violent power.

The rifle in his hand hit the Polish soldier on the head. The force was so great that the rifle was even smashed.

Holding the half-broken rifle, Olkovsky stabbed the bayonet directly into the Polish body.

When he looked up, he saw the black muzzle of the Polish gun.

Olkovsky closed his eyes in despair, ready to bear the scorching bullet.

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang out, and the Polish soldier's head shattered like a rotten watermelon.

On the street, a strange iron car appeared.

The iron car was spray-painted with a big red five-pointed star, and the turret on the iron car was constantly spitting out tongues of fire.

The power of the 12.7 mm heavy machine gun was extremely violent, and they fired at everything they saw.

The Polish soldiers who were hiding behind the broken wall and shooting at the iron cart were cut in two by the bullets that passed through the wall.

Several half-cut Polish soldiers were howling desperately in a pool of blood. The sound was so miserable that Olkoliwski felt as if he had fallen into hell.

"The Ming Army! It's the Ming Army. My allies are here. The Ming people are helping us." He had never seen an armored vehicle, but Olkovsky had seen a blood-red five-pointed star.

He knew that this was the arrival of Ming's army.

No one behind him answered him, so he turned around. He saw all his brothers lying in a pool of blood.

Those who were not dead yet were wailing in the pool of blood.

Iron birds with huge roars appeared in the sky, and the bombs dropped by these iron birds made the earth tremble.

Strings of machine gun bullets, like fiery red whips, whipped the ground wantonly, plowing two deep grooves in the ground and tearing the Polish soldiers into pieces.

The Ming army came, and they were ferocious steel beasts that he had never seen before.

These things spit out green smoke and roared loudly. The tracks ran over everything, and trees as thick as their thighs were knocked down.

By the way, the Polish soldiers who were smashed under the tree and unable to escape were crushed together into a pulp.

Olkovsky's tattered Russian uniform saved him, and the machine gun that fired at everything spared him.

Walking zombies are walking on the streets of Smolensk. The bustling streets in the past have now turned into ruins.

There were corpses everywhere on the street and heads hanging on the trees.

The corpses of many children were lying quietly on the roadside, as if they were asleep.

Inside the house, many naked female corpses could be seen.

Without exception, they were all lying on their backs on the bed, their lower bodies in a mess.

The bodies were all fresh and did not look like they had died on the day of the invasion.

Full of hatred, Olkoliwski picked up the Polish weapons. Thinking of joining the Ming army, he stood on the roadside and shouted to the passing iron car.

Because from the beginning to now, he has never seen a Ming army soldier.

No one paid any attention to him, even though he ran with the train, no one paid any attention to him.

The Ming army was all sitting in the iron chariot, and no one stuck their head out.

His shouts were lost in the dust and loud noise!

But Olkovsky was not ready to give up, and ran behind the iron cart.

He didn't know why he wanted to follow the train, but he just wanted to follow the train to kill those damn Poles.

When running out of the city gate, Olkovsky felt as if his legs were filled with lead.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, but got no response.

He sat on the ruins of a house and looked at the train car that was gradually receding, his heart filled with sadness.

Suddenly, smoke and dust rose into the sky on the horizon.

The smoke even covered the smoke raised by the iron car!

That's...! That's...!

"Lithuanian PUGS. Damn it, these Polish dogs." After Olkovsky saw the red shield, he immediately knew who it was.

These guys entrenched in Vilnius are as difficult to deal with as the Polish Hussars.

Although machine guns have become ubiquitous, cavalry raids are still very useful.

At the beginning, it was these Lithuanian Hussars who joined with the Polish Hussars to divide and surround a Russian division that came out of the city to aid the border.

Poor people who could have defended the strong fortress of Smolensk were killed like melons and vegetables.

When he saw this scene, Olkovsky swore.

One day, he must make these betrayed Lithuanians pay the price.

Just as Olkovsky was gritting his teeth, on the other side of the horizon.

A large group of cavalry also appeared. These cavalry were armed with spears. They wore shiny armor and carried abstract-shaped wings with slightly curved tops on their backs.

This is the famous Polish Hussars!

In this modern era where machine guns are rampant, there are still countries with cavalry. There are only two weird countries, Lithuania and Poland!

But it's understandable, after all, the two countries were one country before. They had a common king, and the countries had been merged.

"Hussars...!" Olkovsky muttered.

They faced more than thirty iron chariots from the Ming Dynasty, although these chariots were invulnerable.

But...but there are thousands of cavalry on the opposite side.

The Ming Dynasty's iron chariot troops not only did not stop, but accelerated their speed and slammed into those cavalry!

Olkovsky's heart couldn't help but feel in his throat. The commander of the Ming Dynasty was too trustworthy.

How could such a small force dare to charge against the overwhelmingly superior cavalry?

The armies of both sides approached quickly, and the iron birds in the sky emerged from the clouds again.
To be continued...