Chapter 1112 The tragic victory of victory and the tragic defeat
The battle finally ended, the victory was tragic and the defeat was tragic.
The eyes of the Paratrooper Brigade and the Second Regiment faced the soldiers of the Third Regiment. Everyone just stared at each other. No one was cheering for the victory of the battle. There was only numb silence and some sad expressions from the female soldiers.
cry.
Some soldiers sat there panting heavily, then rolled up cigarettes, staring blankly at the corpses on the ground and exhaling smoke.
All the soldiers began to search for the corpses, pulled their own wounded out of the pool of blood, and shot the enemy's wounded to death.
Especially in the process of handling the corpses, Womansky's cavalry played a big role. The ropes tied the feet of the corpses, and a horse pulled multiple corpses and gathered them together. This work has just begun.
It was the first bloody battle that little Warmansky had ever experienced. He was not blinded by the killing. Even cleaning the battlefield was the most important task at the moment.
And this war had a great impact on Anatoly. Everything was like going back to 1941. In the face of the crazy attack of the German army, they laid down their weapons. Anatoly and many Soviet soldiers became prisoners of war and witnessed
There were many vicious enemies, so after he was lucky enough to join the Red Army again, he also instilled the evil of the enemies into his soldiers.
In a sense, the third regiment's courage to fight with the enemy's bayonet crazily is due to the spiritual indoctrination of his regiment leader.
However, courage and hatred cannot enhance the stabbing ability much!
After all, the Soviet army was facing a modern war, and there were too few opportunities to engage in organized bayonet battles with the enemy! When the battle suddenly evolved into hand-to-hand combat, many soldiers simply took all the things that could be used as weapons and went into brutal fighting.
At this time, the Slavs' relatively strong physique also had a certain advantage.
However, the proportion of female soldiers in this Soviet army was too high. They also imitated the men's roar and charged at the enemy. When the distance was zero, they carried out bayonet battles, for which they paid a heavy price.
Walking on a battlefield full of corpses, Anatole was confused. He didn't know how to explain to his superiors that this was a battle with huge casualties.
The four battalions of the third regiment began to count casualties at the end of the battle. Basically, each battalion could only recruit the surviving soldiers of each battalion to its side at the personal call of its battalion commander.
Many people did not return to the team, and those who returned were basically healthy people. Even if they were injured, they were minor injuries that could be tolerated.
However, the statistical results were very bad. After each battalion commander informed their regiment commander Anatole of the data, they obtained the bloody casualties of the entire regiment.
"Damn! There are only 1,500 people counted. Are the remaining 900 people dead?!"
He thought for a while and realized that this data was preliminary. In fact, there were many still healthy people who had been missed due to various reasons, and there were also a large number of wounded who were not included in the statistics. These 1,500 people were the third regiment's current number.
The strength of the battle, and the other **hundred people, who are truly classified as permanent losses, will definitely not be so many.
However, a large number of dead bodies are right in front of you.
The scene in front of me is really blinking! Female soldiers! Especially female soldiers! They are the roses of the army, and they stain the battlefield with blood in the most brutal way. Their deaths touch the nerves of all the male soldiers, and also make Ah
Natoli issued an order to each battalion: "Let me reiterate for the last time, we will not take prisoners in this battle! Kill all the Romanians!"
The losses of the Soviet army mainly came from bullets. When the Roman army was trapped and still fighting, their shooting became more and more accurate as the Soviet army approached. The death of the Roman soldiers was also mainly caused by bullets! They did not fight until the two sides were at zero distance.
Bayonet, when the battle reaches this point, the defeat of Luo Jun is inevitable.
Just as the Soviet army was inspecting the pile of corpses and moving the corpses of both the enemy and ourselves, some Romanian soldiers who were pretending to be dead were discovered.
Because Anatole had emphasized the order, the soldiers carried out the order decisively! However, even if the regiment commander did not give such an order, the soldiers still had to take action.
The Roman soldiers' begging for mercy was of no use; they could not escape the fate of being shot on the spot.
Vladescu, the deputy commander of the Roman Army, was lucky. His unique military uniform made the red-eyed Soviet soldiers realize that this man was extraordinary! When he was inspecting this "dead body" with special clothes
, its nature of pretending to be dead was also discovered.
Several female soldiers suddenly realized that they had caught an enemy officer. Naturally, such people could not be shot directly.
So, Anatole was immediately informed of the situation.
Poor Vladescu, he was tied up and, under Anatoly's instructions, he was beaten and kicked by a group of female soldiers.
With this order, the women's anger was ignited again. Their comrades and sisters were killed by soldiers led by this officer, so he was the culprit. Fradescu endured the insult from the woman, and he was beaten until he vomited blood and almost reached the point of death.
He was smashed to death by the butt of the gun on the spot!
"Stop it now! We have to save this man's life and report it to the commander!"
Anatoly quickly took control of the situation. He found some documents from the Romanian army's clothes. Although he did not understand Romanian, he knew from the gorgeous military officer's certificate that this man was definitely not a low-level officer. Could it be that this man was still a low-level officer?
A regimental commander? He is not a regimental commander but also a battalion commander! In short, this is a big fish!
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Vladescu was beaten to the point where he was barely alive, and his team of 1,800 people, who originally had a team of 1,800 people, were beaten to the point where they were completely wiped out!
Yes, in this infantry regiment, its commander Ciobanu was blown into smoke, and its deputy commander was dying. Even surrender became a luxury for the vast number of soldiers. In the end, only ten soldiers were taken prisoner! They still surrendered to the infantry regiment.
A new wave of Soviet troops rushed out of the forest and surrendered, only to save their lives because of the other side's mistake.
Yang Mingzhi's frontline headquarters was at the rear of the large army. He arrived belatedly after the main force rushed out of the forest.
The Second Regiment and the Paratrooper Brigade began to clean up the battlefield. These soldiers were also shocked by the sight before them. They could not imagine that the female soldiers, who were usually regarded as flower vases, dared to bayonet with the enemy! This scene was more of a sigh than a sigh.
The shock comes from the sadistic facts!
He had already made an estimate of how the war would turn out. It was nothing more than the Roman army being defeated and a large number of enemies surrendering. However, when he saw the scene of corpses strewn across the field, he realized that his estimate was too naive.
"Damn it! Are these Romanians really willing to die in battle rather than retreat? What are the Third Regiment doing? Guards, go inform Anatoly, the commander of the Third Regiment, and ask him to come to me to report on his duties!"
"As ordered! Comrade Commander!"
Abram accepted the order. He did not know where the headquarters of the third regiment was now. After some searching, he finally found Anatole, who looked like he had been smoked with saltpeter.
The regiment leader was already mentally prepared. He stumbled and stood in front of Commander Yang Mingzhi, raising his right hand.
"Comrade Commander, Anatoly, commander of the third regiment of the 284th Division, reports, please give instructions!"
Yang Mingzhi glared at the officer in front of him and saluted slowly. There was only one question in his mind: "Anatole! I ordered your troops to attack the enemy's camp. Where is the enemy? Are all these corpses?"
"Yes! The enemies are all dead!"
"I also saw that you captured a large number of carriages and even field artillery. These are the enemy's baggage, and their baggage soldiers have also been wiped out?"
Anatoly shook his head honestly: "No! Comrade Commander! Many enemies still escaped! Their number is very huge, and we have no ability to stop and destroy them!"
Yang Mingzhi was puzzled for a moment, and he asked: "Strange! You said that most of the enemies have escaped. What's going on with the corpses here?"