The advancing Soviet troops withdrew one after another. There were 500 people when they went out, but there were only more than 200 people when they returned. The Romanians also retreated with them, and only 60 people came back alive. Hundreds of them were lying on the battlefield.
The corpses of the Soviet soldiers who had planned the attack were still among the elite. It was obvious that the Soviet army had achieved a complete failure in this exploratory attack.
Since it is a failure, someone must be responsible for it.
Although the German army incredibly withstood the artillery fire and very bravely continued to block the artillery fire, the Soviet army's performance was relatively poor, and they retreated without permission.
Roshakov raised his gun and grabbed a soldier who was retreating: "Where is your battalion commander? Let him come to see me."
The soldier immediately cried and said: "Commander! Our battalion commander has died!"
"What? Where is the deputy battalion commander?"
"The deputy battalion commander also died! Many people died! Many people!"
Rosakov loosened his grip on the pistol. He wanted to reprimand his officers severely, but he never thought that he had already sacrificed his life for the country. But he was still angry in his heart, so he simply shelled the track of the BT tank himself, waiting for the commander to agree.
Koff comes out.
After a while, Chekov emerged from the roof with blood on his forehead, and his terrifying face also startled Roshakov.
Roshakov paused and rebuked in a critical tone: "I saw that your tanks retreated without permission, causing the entire army to retreat. You are responsible for this failed attack."
"What? I'm responsible? My friend, are you crazy!"
"What did you say? Is this how you talk to the commander?!"
"Yes! That's the way I talk about idiots like you." As he said that, Chekov got out of the car. His stomach was still full of fire, and his whole body was like a powder keg ready to explode. He continued: "German Army
Was it really defeated by our artillery? Not at all! Even the so-called destroyed tanks were false, and you provided wrong information."
Talking about the excitement, Chekov simply pointed his finger at Rosakov's nose and shouted: "My tank was almost destroyed by their No. 4! I was just a little bit closer to death, and the last tank crew of the Guerrilla Republic was finished."
.You said, who is responsible for this responsibility? Of course it is you. If we continue to attack, all the attacking troops will be annihilated."
Rosakov was speechless. Indeed, the man in front of him was an irritable powder keg. If he did any more extreme behavior, he might cause trouble.
The plan for an all-out attack by all units was suddenly terminated, and Roshakov had to observe and implement the guiding spirit of the commander himself, who said that "the enemy must be completely annihilated with minimal casualties."
All Soviet troops in Homnich really need to take a long-term approach.
Lavrenti, Vasilyev, Peronisky, Balzen, etc., all important officers gathered at Roshakov's frontline headquarters again.
Regarding the failed attack, everyone quarreled for a while, but it was quickly terminated under the coordination of Yevgeny, deputy commander of the 284th Division's Second Regiment.
The army has never been a democratic place. It is about absolute obedience and absolute orders and prohibitions. Regarding the unauthorized withdrawal of the offensive troops, they were indeed wrong, but the current issue is not about the mistake.
The top priority now is how to fight this battle? Should we continue to attack? How to attack? Attack rashly? No, no! That is not advisable.
Roshakov realized that the situation he was in was very delicate. He was the frontline commander here, and he should listen to him on how to attack the troops. However, the commander's own enemy attack force, the entire second regiment of the 284th Division, was here, and there were
The commander's favorite independent reconnaissance battalion. Their presence made Rosakov very indecisive. He had no idea what to do next, so he had to order all the troops to temporarily go on the defensive. As for how to fight next, it was up to the commander to decide.
Roshakov left the country to the army headquarters dozens of kilometers away, specifically to Yang Mingzhi.
At this time, a group of senior officers of the Guerrilla Republic, who had expected great success, received the tragedy of a setback in their army's offensive.
Yang Mingzhi, Yevlov, Fomin and other staff officers all read the telegram sent back. Everyone fully understood what happened in the morning battle.
Yang Mingzhi frowned, and he ordered all personnel in the headquarters to hold an emergency meeting in order to find a reliable way to win.
Seeing that everyone had moved stools to sit in the big office, Yang Mingzhi spoke frankly: "Comrades, you all know what happened just now. Frankly speaking, I never imagined that the German army could actually defeat our army's fierce artillery fire."
After preparation, we still fought decisively. Fortunately, the frontline troops responded in time, otherwise there would not have been 300 casualties. Everyone, what do you think? How should we fight?"
Yevlov had a bad temper during the battle. He stood up with a slap on his thigh and roared: "If you ask me, hit me hard. What are the casualties? As long as we persist and continue the attack, the German army will be completely destroyed."
Hearing his words, Yang Mingzhi's frown deepened. He said nothing, and everyone else could understand what he was thinking through the commander's expression. Only Yevlov didn't understand and even continued to speak.
"Oh? Berekov, what I said is wrong? Really, the Russians should move forward bravely. Without a small number of people, we can't break through the enemy's position, so let's all go together. We obviously have ten thousand people in Homnich. We are afraid.
What about the Germans?”
"It's so reckless!" Yang Mingzhi retorted: "We have studied for so long before, and we decided to use huge artillery support today. What is this for? Isn't it to reduce losses? Do you want the battle of Homnich to continue again?
Five thousand people were lost? Our troops on the front line are all elites, and they suffered heavy casualties. What will happen in the future?"
"But, the enemy is right there, we shouldn't attack?"
"This..." Yang Mingzhi scratched his head severely, and he said frankly to everyone: "Comrades, maybe many people hope that I can come up with a brilliant strategy. I have to confess to you that a strong attack will inevitably cause huge casualties, even if it is a tragic victory.
, the strength of our guerrilla republic has also suffered a heavy setback. If we retreat and become defensive, our logistics will collapse if we take it off for a long time. What do you think we should do? I need everyone's wisdom."
"Let's just vote by show of hands." Yevlov raised his hand first. He looked at Fomin: "Comrade Fomin, the three people with the most important positions here are you, me and Berekov. We vote by show of hands, and the minority obeys the majority.
.I support continuing the all-out attack, if you support me, please raise your hand."
The burden of decision-making was suddenly thrown to Fuming. He asked loudly: "Isn't there a better way? To be honest, I really don't want the troops to attack by force. Our current casualties are already too high."
Yang Mingzhi looked sideways at Fu Ming. He noticed that this man was not so anxious when he spoke, and seemed to be hiding something.
Yevlov continued: "A full-scale attack will cause heavy casualties, and if it is delayed, the logistics will collapse. We can either act immediately, or besiege them and gamble on logistics. If we can surround them until they starve to death and successfully block the enemy's reinforcements, we will win.
This is not a good idea."
Fuming shook his head: "It is unrealistic to wait for them to starve to death. After all, the German army must have a lot of food. Don't forget, they also have planes. If the enemy launches airdrops, you still expect them to starve to death."
"This won't work, and that won't work either. Fu Ming, do you have any advice?"
"Hey, maybe this is a method."
Suddenly, Yang Mingzhi's eyes lit up. He walked away and stood in front of Fu Ming: "Quickly tell me what we can do."
Fuming stood up in a mysterious manner, walked to the map table, picked up the clean white linen cloth to wipe the dust, and waved it a few times.
Yang Mingzhi completely understood what he wanted: "Haha, persuade him to surrender?"
"Yes, it is to persuade them to surrender. If those German troops knew the state of the entire Gomel area, I have some doubts whether they would resolutely resist."