To the west of the parachute brigade's defense line, eight hundred cavalry were waiting.
Tepunov conveyed his request for an attack by telegram.
The cavalry battalion commander, Little Warmansky, has been waiting for this permission for a long time. He looked back at the many cavalry soldiers behind him. It can be said that the spears are like a forest and the sabers are dazzling! The soldiers listened to the endless gunfire from the friendly forces, and everyone felt itchy in their hearts.
Due to military discipline, everyone is waiting for the order from their battalion commander.
Little Warmansky straightened his somewhat retro Budyonny military cap, drew out his saber, and the mount under his crotch also cooperated with its owner, causing Little Warmansky to perform a beautiful cross-sword and horseback in front of his men.
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He called loudly: "Just like the Cossacks of the Dnieper River in ancient times! Raise your sabers and spears and follow me! Attack the fascists! Drive them into the Dnieper River! Ula!"
In an instant, the cavalry battalion erupted into an astonishing roar, and the horses also neighed collectively.
Warmansky Jr. raised his saber high above his head and led the entire battalion in a group charge.
Most of these cavalry soldiers are very old, and their common feature is that they have driven horses, and some are even veterans of the Soviet-Russian Civil War. Their own horses must be fed and taken care of by themselves, and they are all responsible for them. In a short period of time, all
Captured horses form bonds with their new owners.
The charge of eight hundred cavalry caused the earth to shake. They ran wildly on the riverside plain at extremely high speeds.
The German troops, beaten by the fierce firepower of the Parachute Brigade, suddenly saw a wall coming towards them.
"What the hell, what is that? Is it a Cossack?! Is it a cavalry? The Russians still have cavalry?!" Quetzal couldn't believe his eyes for a moment, but he really saw a large number of cavalry coming towards him.
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What to do? What to do!
Quetzal was trembling. He saw that his men were running around in panic, and even the resistance was weak.
In fact, to resist the cavalry charge, gather the troops into a square formation, arrange all the machine guns, and the powerful firepower can kill all the cavalry.
The Soviet army naturally knew this, so the cavalry was dispatched in full force only when it was certain that the German army's psychology had collapsed.
Little Warmansky raised his saber high and shouted loudly: "Brothers, kill these fascists. We will not accept surrender and avenge our dead relatives!"
The cavalry gradually approached the fleeing German army. They formed soldiers riding on the wall, carrying spears, and pointed their spearheads forward. Time seemed to have returned a hundred years ago.
Tsarist Russian hussars charged Napoleon's army. Unfortunately, this group of 20th-century Germans did not calmly stop and fight back on the spot.
The Germans launched some counterattacks, and a few machine guns also killed some cavalry. However, when the machine guns' ammunition and magazines were exhausted, they found that the deputy shooter in charge of the reserve ammunition had long since disappeared.
The cavalry successfully shredded the last resistance of the German army. The horses impacted at a high speed of forty kilometers, and the powerful force directly knocked the enemies away. Some enemies were also stabbed to death without spear points.
The German soldiers who were lucky enough to survive immediately fell under the hooves of a large number of horses, and the iron horseshoes finally trampled them into a pulp.
The cavalry wielded their sabers and killed lone German soldiers wantonly. At least 500 people were caught in a melee with the cavalry.
There were no more cavalrymen holding spears, and the spears were still left on some of the dead bodies. They drew their sabers and continued to chop.
A German soldier suffered a psychological breakdown. He threw away his weapon and knelt on the ground with his hands raised in the air. He looked sad and muttered in German, longing for forgiveness.
However, Womansky Jr. did not grant mercy, and in this kind of melee, it was difficult for the troops to take prisoners. He did not speak, raised his saber high with his eyebrows raised, and chopped off the enemy's head in one fell swoop, and the blood dyed his uniform red.
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Most of the cavalry who continued to fight, they and their mounts were stained with the blood of the enemy.
After defeating this enemy, Warmansky did his best to control the formation, because he noticed that his troops had fallen into a melee with this group of lone Germans. The Germans had more soldiers, and they were still there.
Escape.
"Everyone, don't be obsessed with fighting. Get rid of these enemies quickly and let's continue the pursuit!"
His order was not noticed by everyone, and a small number of cavalry began to pursue, but were repulsed by German firepower.
After all, the cavalry has lagged behind the times, and their classical charge still cost a lot of casualties. Especially in melee, even the random shooting of a German submachine gunner can cause a large number of horses to be hit.
Only a small number of cavalry soldiers were equipped with pistols, and more of them took off the rifles they were carrying after dealing with the enemies in front of them, and began to shoot at the fleeing enemies.
The fierce battle lasted for more than ten minutes, and the German army had already run very far.
Little Warmansky was very upset, his eyes were bloodshot, and he only hated his inability to do what he wanted. After the long-distance assault and the subsequent fierce battle, the horses were very tired, and the cavalry needed to rest before they could attack further. It seemed that the last step to annihilate the enemy was
The glory of the attack will be left to the friendly forces.
Womansky Jr. raised his binoculars and looked north, only to see that the paratrooper brigade had formed a skirmish line and was advancing south.
Then he looked at the German troops who had already run away. They were running southward in a noisy manner. Suddenly, they all started to change direction again and ran towards the Dnieper River.
He laughed loudly: "Haha! It seems that the Germans were driven towards the river by our friendly forces like geese. Unfortunately, it is unknown whether these people can swim!"
Little Warmansky smiled very boldly, but coupled with his blood-red and terrifying look, his laughter was a little more ferocious.
A cavalry company commander rode his blood-stained white horse to the battalion commander: "Sir! We should sort out the team. Some soldiers are injured and need treatment. Everyone is very tired."
"Of course you have to rest. Look!" Little Warmansky pointed to the south, "The Germans are preparing to dive, and our comrades will help us eliminate them by the river. We are now arranging our troops, treating the wounded, and collecting the sacrifices.
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"What about the German prisoners of war?"
"Prisoner of war?" Womansky was stunned.
The company commander immediately replied: "My company has arrested more than fifty people, what should I do?"
"How to deal with it? I said before that we should eliminate them all, but we don't need to continue the pursuit for the time being. The situation has completely changed. Your company will gather the prisoners of war and tie up their arms. Those who do not follow will be shot directly. The remaining ones will be shot.
The prisoners of war below will be handed over to the commander, and I believe the command will not be stingy with rewards."
The originally lush riverside plain was suddenly filled with corpses, including Germans, Soviets, and some horses. The flowing blood dyed the grass red. The surviving Soviet soldiers dismounted and calmly began to clean the battlefield.
, as if it was a normal thing. And the horses seemed not to be surprised. There were no dead human corpses or corpses of the same kind. They lowered their necks, avoided the blood and water, and ate the grass by themselves.
Little Warmansky was smoking a cigarette here. He knew that he would not be responsible for the next battle, and the parachute brigade did not need to continue the attack. The Soviet troops ambushing in the north basically only needed to be spectators to witness the German army.