On a tall rectangular open space west of Stoke, thousands of Russian soldiers in gray and black uniforms were silently waving engineer shovels, carrying a load of soil from other places to lay on the ground, and dozens of empty oil barrels filled with stones were pushed back and forth. Around the open space, thousands of German soldiers sat in motorcycles and trucks with indifferent expressions staring at these Russians. The black machine guns made every Russian prisoner dare not have any improper thoughts.

The Russians' casualness made the German officers in charge of supervising them very dissatisfied. They kept using whips and leather boots to speed up the men. Even so, the progress was still slow.

"The Germans should have wanted to turn this place into an airport. Everyone should try to slow it down. Our peripheral troops will come to deal with us soon. The battle in the east sounds fierce. I believe the Germans will not last long!" Among the Russian prisoners, some officer-like people said to the soldiers around them and encouraged them to pass these words to others around them. Gradually, the crowd began to have a small commotion.

The German soldiers also discovered the situation here. They shouted "Don't talk" while dispersing the Russians who were surrounding them. At this moment, the two Russians actually started arguing. The kung fu film was staged immediately, and all the Russians stopped and watched the excitement.

On a small hill in the distance, Major Robert, the head of the temporary airport, looked coldly at the farce below. It was obvious that it was made by the Russians for intentional delay. It was not until several German soldiers rushed over to separate the two Russians that other Russian prisoners began to wave their shovels again.

Due to the heavy rain that had previously been muddy as an airport, the Legion Command had to use these Russian prisoners to build a new temporary airport. Both German and Russian armies had many engineer shovels, and Robert did not need to worry about tools. However, the Germans were not stupid, and they would not work hard for the Germans.

After talking to the Legion Command, Robert showed a strange smile on his face. He called the soldiers next to him and gave a few instructions.

More than ten minutes later, two Russian kitchen trucks drove to the flat ground. Robert walked to the car and picked up a simple loudspeaker and shouted in Russian: "Russian officers. Now I will implement the responsibility system for you. In a while, my soldiers will take charge of you in batches, and one group of people will be responsible for the construction of a piece of land. Which piece of land is completed and passed my acceptance, and these people can eat. Bread and potato soup are served at lunch today!"

Soon, the rectangular flat ground was drawn into dozens of square grids, and each grid was placed with a simple rolling barrel converted into an oil barrel. The Russian prisoners were divided into hundreds of people, each responsible for their own grids. When they heard about the meal, the Russian army slowly moved, but under the persuasion and intimidation of some Russian officers, their movements were still slow, and the project was not much larger than the previous block.

After a while, several trucks brought a group of "Russian prisoners". Although the faces of these people were dirty, they did not have the same fatigue and frustration as other prisoners. Under the leadership of German soldiers, they quickly walked into two grids in the corner and quickly waved their shovels.

Soon after, the aroma of potato soup on the cooking van began to flutter, and the stoves of toast not only made the Russian prisoners' eyes shine green. Many German soldiers kept swallowing. After Kimon's fall, the daily rations of ordinary German soldiers were generally reduced, and many of them were also roaring.

Led by the later group of "Russian prisoners", many Russian soldiers unknowingly accelerated their speed. Some Russian officers were still muttering, and Major Robert asked his soldiers to pull the chattering guys out of the crowd and beat them up.

In less than half an hour, the two small grids were leveled and compacted by later "Russian prisoners". Robert walked two rounds to inspect and inspect them, and waved them to go to the kitchen to collect food. After these people sat aside with bread and potato soup and enjoyed it in big mouthfuls, a hot scene suddenly appeared on the entire construction site. All the Russian prisoners worked hard. They had almost eaten anything since they were captured yesterday. They were already hungry, and everyone was in a desire for food and burst out again.

"We're OK, so are we!" Soon, a group of real Russian prisoners also calmed down their nag-flat land, and their excited shouts plunged the other Russians into even more crazy labor.

Robert walked to the flat ground. Although the mass of this grid was better than what the "Russian prisoners" had done before, he still shook his head, and the eyes of the Russians were full of disappointment.

"The ground here should be flattered, and the land should be pressed a few times, but I believe you can eat food as soon as possible!" As soon as Robert said this, the Russians swept away their previous desire and started to act actively.

"We're ready!"

"We're ready!"

The Russians shouted one after another, and Robert went to inspect and inspect again and again, shook his head again and again, but in the end, several Russian prisoners of war made the flat ground in their grid impeccable. Robert waved his hand, and they ran towards the cooking cart with joy.

However, when the Russian prisoners found that they could only get a little bread and potato soup, their eyes were full of doubts and confusion. They had clearly seen the first batch of "Russian prisoners" get large pieces of bread and bowls of soup, until they saw the "Russian prisoners" hiding behind the cooking cart and talking to other German soldiers with smiles on their faces, they suddenly realized, but it was too late.

The temporary airport project was completed in a short time and with high quality, and a German aircraft was soon launched and took off from this flat and solid land.

When the first reconnaissance planes were over the battlefield east of Stoke, the German infantry were withdrawing from the Russian position. Not far behind them, three Belarusian cavalry divisions rushed to the front. The pilots on the reconnaissance plane couldn't help but worry about their infantry brothers. What they saw from the air was that the infantry was still thousands of meters away to return to their positions, while the Russian cavalry was less than 3 kilometers away. After a brief estimate, they showed that the opponent's cavalry would follow their infantry into the position. In this case, the machine guns on their positions could not exert their power at all, and the infantry brothers were also facing cruel killing.

On the ground, Borus helped the limping Pulke and landed behind the retreating German infantry.

"Borus, don't worry about me. You run away first! Otherwise we will be caught up by the Russians!" Seeing the Russian cavalry getting closer and closer, Pulk was a little desperate.

"Don't be stupid, have you forgotten the spirit of our legion? Never abandon your companions!" Borus did not look back at the Russian cavalry, but continued to support Pulk forward.

"Even if I run alone, we won't be able to run away from the Russians' horseshoe! But don't worry. Do you still remember the last order before the attack?"

"After the Russian cavalry appeared, they broke away from contact with the enemy according to the order. After seeing a green signal flare, all those who did not return to the position were lying on the ground?" Pulk found that the panic just now almost made him forget the order.

"That's right. Now I understand the meaning of this command!" Boruss looked admiring. At this moment, a green signal flare slowly rose into the air.

The pilots of the reconnaissance planes in the air were surprised to see that a dozen or a half of German infantry who had not retreated to the position fell to the ground in an instant. At this time, the Russian cavalry were less than 100 meters away from the last German army in the vanguard, and all the cavalry entered an area of ​​500 to 3,000 meters from the German position.

The Russian cavalry were very surprised by this, but they were shocked and frightened to see the Russian positions with a large number of Maxim heavy machine guns. These machine guns were not placed in the machine gun positions in the trenches, but were placed on the flat ground behind the trenches. The German machine gunners squatted behind the heavy machine guns and looked coldly at the whistling Russian cavalry. The barrel of the Maxim heavy machine gun on the tripod was slightly raised upward. All Russian cavalry had entered the range of this metal god of death.

The sound of more than 400 Maxim heavy machine guns firing at the same time is terrifying and pleasant. At this distance, a heavy machine gun bullet can even penetrate the neck of the war horse and then concentrate the riders. The front chests of the Russian cavalry in the front row were all penetrated by the bullets in an instant, and they didn't even have time to feel the pain.

He had already planted on the ground with his mount. They knocked out large mud pits from the muddy ground.

Faced with this sudden blow, the Russian cavalry in front were hit before they could slow down, while the cavalry behind did not know what was going on ahead and still maintained the impact speed. They suddenly realized that the front was cheerful, but at this time they were exposed to the German machine guns.

It is terrifying that countless bullets flew overhead. The German infantry were lying tightly on the ground, fearing that they would be hit by their own bullets if they raised their heads a little. In fact, no German infantry was hit by machine guns on their own positions. Instead, some unlucky guys behind were hit or overwhelmed by falling Russian cavalrymen, which was better than the unfortunate Boruss.

When Boruss and Pulk were lying next to a pool of mud worshiping the commander of this tactic, a violent collision sound came from beside them. A Russian cavalry company was directly planted in the mud next to them, splashing a large mass of mud.

"Ah! My legs!"

Pulk looked back and saw that the body of the war horse was pressing on Borus' left leg. Looking at Borus' expression with a painful expression. Pulk wanted to walk over and move the war horse away for him, but as soon as he lifted his head, he was pulled by Borus.

"You are crazy! Don't move around. Do you want to be hit by your own bullet? I'm fine, I can hold on!" Borus gritted his teeth and spit out these words.

Pulk didn't say anything. He tried to lower his head and crawl backwards. Borus's left leg was already bloody and bloody. He tried to move the Russian war horse away, but with all his strength, the heavy war horse remained motionless.

Pulk looked around and his rifle was lying quietly in the mud not far away. He climbed over hard, and his injured thigh felt ache, but he didn't care. Finally, he touched the rifle, removed the bayonet and crawled back.

"Bolus, don't move!" He shouted, then stabbed the bayonet into the abdomen of the war horse, and made a long hole. The horse's blood and internal organs slowly flowed out. The horse's internal organs flowed into Bolus' leg and also fell on Pulk. He didn't care about disgust and took out the remaining internal organs in the abdomen. When the war horse was only one shell left, he finally pulled Bolus' left leg out from under the body of the war horse, but he found that the leg had been crushed to a fracture.

"Ah!" Borus screamed.

"Don't move, your leg bones are broken!" Pulk looked around again. There was nothing to be used as a splint. They could only stay here and wait for others to support them.

After a long ten minutes, the end of the German position finally came to an end, and the machine guns on the German position stopped shooting. On the ground in front of the position, half of the matter was lying on the ground, a large area of ​​German infantry in gray uniforms on the ground, and the half behind were the corpses of black Russian cavalry and war horses, and the entire land was stained with blood.

After a few seconds of silence, a burst of cheers broke out on the battlefield. The German infantry, who were lying on the mud, got up one after another, and they waved their rifles excitedly. Not long ago, they thought they were going to be massacred by Russian cavalry. Now only nearly a thousand Russian cavalry have fled back to the woods. In fact, the Russian army east of Biavestok has been defeated. The Russian infantry who had retreated after the fierce battle just now followed the cavalry to prepare for a counterattack. When they saw this scene, they were stunned on their original positions.

"Strike back!"

With Chen Tian's order, the German soldiers turned around and rushed towards the Russian positions. The feeling of the pleasure of surviving the disaster made each of them full of confidence. Before they could contact the German army, the Russian infantry quickly retreated back, leaving behind many cannons and ammunition that had not yet been taken away.

After the German infantry charge team left, Pulk stood alone on the battlefield, and the medical soldiers gathered in the group were coming from the position. At this time, Borus was lying on his back with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the blue sky, and was almost twitching and deformed by pain, and a hint of relaxed expression appeared on his face. For him, the war might be over.

After attacking the Russian army east of Biavistock, Chen Tian did not allow his troops to pursue the east immediately, but ordered the infantry to clean the battlefield and rest on the spot.
Chapter completed!