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Volume 3 Far East Story Chapter 462: Only by staying alive can we win.

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    Being abandoned by the main force of the brigade is obviously an indisputable fact. The temporary battalion commander in front of him has become the only hope for all the wounded members of the Budyonny Cavalry Division. After all, this guy also leads a cavalry platoon of more than 30 people, and there is also a platoon that has experienced the test of war.  The Browning heavy machine gun, which had not been damaged in any way, was captured from the coalition forces, but whoever the gun is in will be emboldened, right?

    With the questioning of the wounded man with a bandage on his head, more and more wounded Red Army soldiers felt a helpless pressure, either to die in battle or to be taken prisoner. There seemed to be no third way out. The problem was, earlier  My own unit massacred nearly 100 coalition prisoners. If we surrender now, who can guarantee that the coalition will not shoot the prisoners in retaliation?

    For a while, everyone was buzzing around the battalion commander Belov, making a comrade the battalion commander very upset. The guy pulled out his revolver and pointed it into the sky and fired continuously.  Three shots, while shouting, "Shut up, everyone! Shut up, everyone!"

    The wounded soldiers of the Budyonny Cavalry Division became quiet. A few of them looked at the battalion commander, Comrade Pavel Alexeevich Belov, with expectant eyes, while most of them looked desperate.

    "Everyone listen to me! Listen to me! Shut up and be quiet!" Belov yelled while thinking, I can't stay here for a long time, beating is simply asking for death. If you want to save the lives of the wounded, it seems that the only way  I can lay down my weapons, but I, Belov, managed to become a battalion commander. I must not just take the blame for the regiment commander Romanenko and the second brigade. I have to think of a way. I have to think of a way.

    The guy's eyes rolled, and his soul was blessed. He turned to the acting battalion political commissar Babel who had just returned from the coalition's death gate, and said, "Comrade political commissar, you have heard the cries of the soldiers. Now we are not commanding the war, but  This is the moment that determines everyone's life and death. If you are not careful, your entire army will be wiped out. You must listen to the opinions of the masses, and even more to the opinions of the political commissar!"

    "Ask me? You are the commander with the highest position here, so of course you will obey the orders of the battalion commander!" Babel said to his battalion commander in a daze without any intention of becoming the political commissar of the battalion.

    "No, no, no, Isaac Emanujlovic, comrade political commissar, at this life-or-death moment that determines the fate of the army, of course you must listen to the political commissar's opinion. Time is running out. As a political commissar, if you have anything you can tell us quickly.  Let's talk about it, guys, I will definitely support the political commissar's opinion!" Belov refused to shirk, forcing the political commissar to give everyone an idea.

    Babel, the acting political commissar of the battalion, scratched his head when he heard this and said hesitantly, "You really want me to tell you? The Cossack leader of the coalition forces has a bad temper. He said he would give us thirty minutes. If we don't put down our weapons, we will all be wiped out. I  It seems impossible to fight, no one will survive. In order to retaliate, the coalition forces on the other side want to wipe out all of us in one fell swoop! If we continue to resist, they will just kill us!"

    As soon as the battalion political commissar said this, many wounded Red Army soldiers around them collapsed on the ground as if their backbones had been ripped out. Many of them muttered to themselves that they were out of their minds, and some even began to make the sign of the cross and pray to their Lord and call their mother.  There were also quite a few young wounded soldiers who were crying together. The chaotic and noisy voices on the battlefield kept them thinking!

    "Quiet, everyone! Quiet, everyone!" Battalion Commander Belov shouted, waving his arms, and turned to Babel, "That's very good, go on, Comrade Political Commissar, everyone listens.  Now, at this critical moment of life and death, a determined Bolshevik political commissar must make the decision for everyone. Comrade political commissar, are you a Bolshevik? "

    "I am a Bolshevik" At this time, how could Babel dare to say that he was not a Bolshevik? This guy had joined the Bolshevik Party when he was working in the Cheka. Otherwise, how could he have entered a secret organization like the Cheka, even if he was just a member of the Bolshevik Party?  translate?

    "That will be much easier, Comrade Political Commissar, time is running out, so you should hurry up and give us an idea!" Belov chuckled and urged Babel to continue talking.

    "Let me tell you! Either die in battle or lay down your weapons. Most of the survivors are wounded and unarmed. It is impossible to continue fighting with the enemy. My words are over!" The battalion political commissar quickly cut through the mess and expressed his intention.  attitude, but kicked the ball to battalion commander Belov.

    "I understand! I agree with the political commissar's opinion. The wounded are all alive and unarmed and cannot continue to fight. Even the regiment commander Romanenko came to the same conclusion here!" Battalion Commander Belov said loudly, and the guy directly ignored Ba  Beer starts with the sentence "Fight or die" and then follows the following paragraphs.

    "You're right! Even our brigade commander Gorodovikov came to the same conclusion here! Of course, the Kalmyk Regiment escaped long ago without leaving the brigade commander and division political commissar!" Who among the crowd saw hope of survival?  The wounded man shouted boldly.

    "Even if the division political commissar Xia Jianke is here, he still has toCome to the second conclusion!  "Another wounded man hiding in the crowd yelled.

    No one dares to say what will happen if Division Commander Budyonny is here. Obviously, for the wounded, mainly red Cossacks, in the Second Regiment of the Second Brigade of Budyonny Cavalry Division, Division Commander Budyonny is still a mythical existence.  Never lose a battle, never retreat easily, and never abandon comrades and the wounded.

    There is no word retreat in Budyonny¡¯s dictionary. The most the division commander Budyonny could say is, comrades, due to the needs of the situation, we have to move forward in another place!  Ula~~~

    "Everyone be quiet! Everyone be quiet! According to the suggestion of Comrade Isaac Emmanuelovich Babel, the political commissar, by the way, the Chinese have a saying, political commissar, what is your name?" Belov asked abruptly.  His own acting battalion political commissar.

    ¡°You can keep the green hills without worrying about having firewood!¡± Babel replied instinctively.

    "Okay! That's right! That's great! The political commissar has already said, "Leave green hills and don't worry about having no firewood." This is the decision. On behalf of the battalion Soviet, I decided that all the lightly and seriously wounded members of the Second Brigade of the Budyonny Cavalry Division  , we are not going to fight, put down our weapons! The coalition forces on the opposite side are also Cossacks and Russians. It is not shameful for us to do this, absolutely not shameful. Even if the regiment commander Romanenko is here, he will definitely do the same, even if the brigade commander is here.  , there will be no other choice!¡±

    Battalion Commander Belov waved his arms and loudly expressed his decision.

    "But comrade battalion commander, will the White Guards on the opposite side massacre the prisoners? If we had known, we shouldn't have shot more than 100 of the other side's prisoners" A wounded man who was ignorant of current affairs asked abruptly.

    "The opposite side is the coalition forces, not the White Guards. The coalition headquarters has an order that absolutely does not allow the torture and massacre of prisoners. This has been confirmed many times on the Ufa battlefield, otherwise the 30,000 people in Rzhevsky would not  Just laying down our weapons, we only have 1,700 people here, and we are not even in the eyes of others!" Babel, the battalion political commissar wearing glasses, said.

    "Excellent! After all, he is an intellectual, well-informed and able to analyze! Comrades! It has been decided! All lightly and seriously wounded people lay down their arms. This is a decision made by the Battalion Soviet. This is the decision of your battalion commander and battalion commander.  Carry out the orders given by the political commissar, comrades, you have to live to see the day of victory, but it¡¯s worthless if you die!¡±

    Battalion Commander Belov gave a fierce hug to the political commissar who had just rescued him, and at the same time waved his pistol and gave orders to the wounded around him to give up resistance.

    Hearing this, the wounded Red Army soldiers around them dropped their rifles and sabers one after another, and the position was filled with sadness and tears. However, the original atmosphere of death quietly dissipated a lot.

    "Comrade Political Commissar, I will leave you a class. You have dealt with the coalition commander. Whether the wounded can save their lives depends on your words. When dealing with the coalition forces, I think you have to rely on you, the intellectual and spectacled political commissar!"  Love lowered his voice and whispered in Babel's ear.

    "Batalion Commander? Aren't you with us?" Babel was surprised. Although Belov had only been the battalion commander for less than an hour, at this moment, Babel felt that this freshly minted battalion commander  He is able to hold things up and put them down. He is a good leader. Unexpectedly, after the battalion commander gave the order to give up resistance, he seemed to have other plans?

    "Nonsense! I, Pavel Alexeevich, am the kind of person who easily surrenders to the enemy! I still have 30 uninjured cavalry in my hand, and a Browning heavy machine gun! I will bring  Let this cavalry platoon withdraw to the east and fight guerrillas! The burden of the wounded will be left to you, don't worry, I will fight back sooner or later!"

    As he spoke, Belov waved his hand, and the more than 30 cavalrymen behind him got on their horses one after another. The man himself also jumped on the mount led by the bearded platoon leader, and raised his hand to salute the battalion political commissar Babel who was standing on the ground.  ,

    "Comrade Political Commissar, please lead everyone to save their lives and survive. Sooner or later we will see each other again! Victory belongs to the Soviets, and victory belongs to the glorious Budyonni warriors!"

    Then the man turned his horse's head, glanced around at the wounded who were as stunned as Babel and had not recovered, raised the whip in his hand, pointed to the east and shouted at the more than 30 cavalrymen behind him,

    "All cavalry platoons, follow me and move forward!" He said and rushed out at the lead.

    The more than 30 cavalrymen behind them shouted "Ula~~~" in unison and followed their battalion commander Belov eastward.
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