The encounter in the grove lasted less than half an hour.
One battalion and one company of the seventh regiment of the third division of the Foreign Legion killed 450 Russian soldiers, losing 47 of their own, and almost all of them were injured.
Another miserable victory.
Considering that the Foreign Legion was ambushed by an enemy twice as large as its own, considering that this was a hastily organized unit, considering that the language in this unit was not even uniform.
It's pretty good to be able to do it like this.
In accordance with the predetermined order, the 1st Company continued to advance, and their target was Lyubimovka, a town slightly larger than a village.
Lyubimovka is located in the northeast of the grove. After passing the grove and walking forward for less than ten miles, you can see only a ruins of ruins.
This is Lyubimovka.
Damn it, didn't the military order say it was a town? How the hell could you tell it was a town? Chen Yongsheng poked at the brim of his hat, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Yes, this is Lyubimov Karvon's affirmative answer as he looked at the military map in his hand.
At this time, Carl von and Chen Yongsheng were huddled near the left front wheel of the armored vehicle, observing Lyubimovka in a somewhat obscene manner.
Just be obscene, it's better than losing your life
Zheng Jing was sleeping in the armored vehicle, as if all his energy had been exhausted. Zheng Jing fell asleep as soon as he entered the armored vehicle. Even Chen Yongsheng couldn't help Zheng Jing take off his shoes to wake him up.
So Chen Yongsheng and Carl von left the armored vehicle and moved forward on foot, leaving enough space for Zheng Jing.
Chen Yongsheng is a little unsure that we can find supplies here.
It's probably impossible that Carl von would be even less confident.
Damn it, search up and down, move forward with a posture, move forward with a fighting posture. Chen Yongsheng, who originally planned to experience the Russian style, was greatly disappointed, but fortunately he did not lose his vigilance.
Ljubimovka is a very traditional Russian town. There is no planning at all. The houses are quite scattered, and the distance between houses is about twenty or thirty meters.
In the center of Lyubimovka town, there is a small square that usually exists. This was supposed to be the activity center of Lyubimovka residents and it was also a landmark building.
But in the current central square of Ljubimovka town, hundreds of corpses are neatly stacked.
Boss, this is normal. This area has been a tug of war. Today the Bolsheviks will occupy this place, and tomorrow they will be driven away by Denikin's troops. No matter who occupies this place, a group of civilians will always suffer. Karl von
With a sarcastic face.
As a feud, Carlvon, who has German nationality, has reason to laugh at the Russians, kill them, kill them, no matter who wins this victory, the Russians will die.
But they are both human beings, and even if they are feuding, they cannot hide the deep sorrow in Carl von's eyes.
Kinds can kill each other. Only humans in the world would be so cruel to their own kind.
Kalvon has been in the army for many years and thinks that his heart has become numb, but when he sees the cruel scene in front of him with his own eyes, his heart still can't help but twitch.
Whether they were children or old people, they were all shot to death from behind with guns at close range. Depending on how neatly the bodies were, they might have been taken over in batches and then shot in batches.
Maybe when the latter group of people were being escorted over, his mother, wife, or child might fall in front of him.
What kind of despair and cruelty is this?
It's really terrible.
No wonder this place looks like this. Chen Yongsheng looked around at the ruins and ruins, and there was endless loneliness and desolation in his voice.
If Denikin's troops occupy this place, all those who support the Bolsheviks will be massacred; if the Bolsheviks occupy this place, all those who support the Provisional Government will be massacred. It would be okay if it is only occupied once, but if the war situation
Repeatedly, once it gets into a tug of war, all the people here will be massacred, because as long as there are people alive, they must be supporters of the enemy, and there is no neutrality. Carl Fon is helpless and sad, like an abandoned person.
The child sat on the piano at his feet and muttered to himself.
This piano may be the beloved toy of a child in the square, but now, the child has turned into a cold corpse, and the piano can no longer produce beautiful syllables.
Damn it, no matter how much hatred I have, Chen Yongsheng stopped talking nonsense and squatted down with his eyes blank.
boom
There was a loud slamming of the door on the armored vehicle behind him, and then faint heart-rending wails could be heard.
Chen Yongsheng and Carl Fon exchanged a surprised look. Chen Yongsheng stood up and ordered: Lao Ka, bring your people over to dig holes. Bob, your people are responsible for guarding. Qiao, bring your people over to help. Let's bury the people first.
Besides, if the bodies are left exposed in the wilderness, a plague will occur.
Chen Yongsheng is also ready to help. The one who dies is the one who is most likely to die.
Sir, I am Staff Sergeant Wycliffe of the 45th Division of the Eighth Army. A Russian wearing the uniform of the South Russian Armed Forces ran over quickly.
Before Denikin became the commander-in-chief of the South Russian armed forces, he was the commander-in-chief of the Russian Eighth Army, so now Denikin also has this organization.
Oh, it seems that you are not in good condition and Wycliffe still wants to tease you.
Damn you. This is what you call the damn safe zone. Why were my troops attacked in the safe zone? Haven't your people already cleared the area? Then where did those damn Bolsheviks come from?
Chen Yongsheng stepped forward, grabbed Wycliffe by the collar, and kept asking questions and scolding him.
First, sir, before yesterday, this was indeed a safe zone, but just last night, a group of Bolsheviks raided here, and then they disappeared. We are also looking for their stammering excuse.
Wycliffe didn't know what kind of attack the troops in front of him had encountered, but looking at the embarrassment of the guys in front of him, it was obvious that they had also suffered a lot.
In fact, the Foreign Legion is very mysterious to the Russians. Russian generals regard the Foreign Legion troops as their saviors, as if they can conquer the whole world as long as the Foreign Legion cooperates in fighting.
As for ordinary Russian soldiers, they don't think they are much worse than the Foreign Legion, and maybe they still want to compete in their hearts.
Wycliffe in front of Chen Yongsheng obviously thought so.
Hey, please let go of my child, will you? A somewhat old voice sounded.
This is an old man with a gray beard. His beard is very distinctive. There are two common mustaches on his lips, but there is a thick goatee on his chin. His sideburns are neatly built. His eye sockets look a bit deep and cannot be seen.
The focus of his gaze was so clear that it felt a bit erratic.
Yes, General. Chen Yongsheng recognized the badge on the old man's shoulder. Although he was a little reluctant, he was still able to maintain the basic etiquette of standing at attention and saluting.
The Chinese, Tatar, French and Lanfang generals fired a series of cannons.
Chen Yongsheng, a native of Lanfang and also Chinese, expressed that he never forgets his ancestors.
Oh hehe he is such a stubborn little guy. The admiral didn't take it seriously.
If there are no other instructions, I think my people will continue to work. Chen Yongsheng is really a bit stubborn.
Ever since this old man appeared, he has attracted everyone's attention. This old man is calm and composed, and he seems to be used to the attention of others.
Chen Yongsheng was not used to it. In the foreign legion, even if Qin Zhiyuan came to inspect, the soldiers would not stop their work without the order of the commander of the headquarters.
It looks like you are in some trouble. The Admiral is very interested.
Yes, we just encountered an ambush. We wiped out all of them in the area you promised to be safe. Of course, we ourselves suffered heavy casualties. Chen Yongsheng is prouder than ever.
Oh, how many of them will be asked to find out.
Not sure about the total number, but we wiped out all the enemies within sight, about one battalion, about 450 people, and we also suffered more than half of our own casualties. After all, we only had one company, 180 people. Chen Yongsheng knew how to answer every question.
Almost instantly, the generals who followed the old man let out a chorus of gasps.
The old man's face also changed slightly: 450 people
If the military intelligence was lied about, it would obviously be a big deal, but if there were no lies, it would only mean that the combat effectiveness of the Foreign Legion is far superior to that of the Russian army.
For a moment, the old man even doubted whether the young man in front of him had killed a good person and taken credit for his crime. In the history that these old guys knew, the Chinese often did this.
Yes, 450 people. We only collected the bodies of our own brothers. We did not move the Bolsheviks, they were all left there. Chen Yongsheng followed the regulations.
In the Foreign Legion, according to regulations, whenever possible, all corpses must be taken away after the battle. Those corpses will be cremated uniformly, and then the ashes will be returned to their families, along with a modest sum.
pension.
In troubled times, human life is as cheap as a dog, and everything is clearly marked with a price, even life.
After listening to Chen Yongsheng's words, the old man tilted his head slightly with an expressionless expression. Immediately, an officer galloped his horse and whipped his whip and led a group of soldiers away. It was obvious that he wanted to confirm the authenticity of what Chen Yongsheng said.
Chen Yongsheng didn't take it seriously and saluted again and prepared to go back to work.
You have already participated in a battle, and it seems that your condition is not good, so you should rest now instead of doing anything that will affect your combat effectiveness. The old man is still talking about it.
The dead are the most important. No matter whether they were noble or humble in life, people should be treated kindly after death. Chen Yongsheng refrained from swearing, but there was no politeness left in his words.
Yes, the dead are the most important
The old man shrugged and stopped talking. At the same time, there were people behind the old man who came to help, even those distinguished generals. To be continued.
