One Hundred and Seventy-Eight Circles

The Poles were completely stunned, and they still don't know what kind of enemy they are facing. (Starting) They fought very calmly on the Eastern Front, and even part of their troops had already invaded the territory of the Soviets, but facing the Germans on the Western Front, they seemed to be completely out of rhythm.

For example, the 6th Division of the Polish Krakow Army Group opposite the 3rd Armored Division of the German SS. They received an order to gather troops to attack Germany, but when the division commander Garokov mobilized his troops At that time, his first line of defense collapsed.

Facing the German tanks and armored vehicles, the Polish defenders who had just come out of their fortifications and were about to attack obviously had no way. They quickly gave up resistance and were captured or chased in groups. Division Commander Garokov finally learned that the first defensive position had been breached, and it was time for the SS Panther tanks to break into his second defensive position.

Garokov decided to gather his troops and set up a third defensive position around his division headquarters. He even mobilized the cavalry from the division reserve, hoping to organize an effective defense to prevent the Germans from attacking. crazy attack.

"Who gave this bullshit order? I received an order ten hours ago to ask my troops to attack the German border, but the Germans just happened to fight over when my troops were gathering!" Garokov said in his The headquarters became furious: "Are those generals above spies for the Germans?"

"Call the Legion Command! Ask them what happened? How could the German army advance tens of kilometers in a few hours?" He shouted to the adjutant: "Let the Legion Command correct the order! Then advance Let the cavalry charge! Otherwise we will be defeated inexplicably!"

"Report! Commander! There is a problem with the phone! We can't reach the regiment headquarters!" An officer held the phone and reported helplessly: "It may be that the German soldiers cut off the phone line!"

"Send someone to investigate! Speed! Let the cavalry check the communication lines! Immediately let the soldiers arrange the surrounding defenses! Since the German army can cut off the telephone line, it proves that they are not far from here!" Garokov Immediately issued an order.

"Boom!" "Thuk!" Outside the headquarters, someone suddenly started firing violently.

"What's going on? Have the Germans already hit here?" Garokov asked in surprise: "Go and see immediately, why did they suddenly open fire?"

"Yes!" The adjutant hurriedly saluted and ran out of the room to investigate what happened. He hadn't been out for a long time, but the sound of guns and guns became louder and louder.

Suddenly a huge and tragic explosion sounded beside the building where the command headquarters was located, and the shrapnel splashed in an instant shattered the glass and passed through the bodies of two officers who stood at the window and looked out.

It hit the surrounding walls, followed by blood and dust that filled every corner.

The shock wave knocked everyone in the room to the ground. Wall coverings and lime fell from the shaking ceiling. The whole piece of the ceiling closest to the window had collapsed, lying obliquely on the place where the window was originally. The outer wall with the windows was gone at this moment.

"Cough cough! Cough!" Garokov was knocked to the ground by the shock wave. Fortunately, he was not injured. A telephone operator with a face covered in white ashes pulled him up from the ground, and he squinted while coughing. Circle your own headquarters.

The door to his headquarters had been blocked by the rubble of the stairs, but fortunately he could now walk directly into the street through the old window. The two officers by the window were now two corpses, one half covered by the collapsed floor. A telephone operator was lying on the table with blood on his face, and it seemed that there was no need for rescue.

Garokov and the only surviving telephone operator in the entire headquarters bent down and crawled out of the house that was in danger of collapsing at any time, fell into the huge crater created by the bomb outside the window, and then went up, panting heavily. climb up. The sound of explosions kept coming around, and as soon as he showed his head in the crater, he saw his troops chaotic like a flock of sheep being driven back and forth by the sound of explosions.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and pulled him. Garokov finally climbed up the deep pit. Before he had time to think about it, he bent down and ran under a wall before he had time to turn his head and take a look at who it was. gave him a hand.

Just when he turned his head, his adjutant had just pulled up the telephone operator from the crater, and the two ran towards him one after the other. Until in front of him, the two of them sat down on the ground.

"Report! The formation of enemy bombers was discovered just now, and they are bombing now!" the adjutant said out of breath.

Garrokov wanted to kick in the past: Of course I know this is a bombing! And I knew it a lot earlier than your notice! But he glanced at his adjutant, and finally gave up scolding because he rushed over to save them.

"God! Where's our plane?" Garokov looked up at the formation of German bombers circling like vultures, and asked helplessly, "The enemy has already hit the door, why don't they take off to fight?"

"Sir! Our anti-aircraft artillery fire is too weak. There is no way to drive these planes away. It seems that they will only leave after dropping all the bombs." The adjutant pulled a steel helmet from a corpse next to him and put it on his head Go up, and said: "Let's evacuate the town! It should be safer outside."

Sighing, looking at the Polish soldiers running away with their heads in their hands, Garokov knew that things were beyond his control. The soldiers could only search slowly after the bombing was over. They just nodded to the adjutant, and took the only telephone operator who was still obedient to the command, bent over and ran to the edge of the town.

They quickly found a guard company that was not disrupted, but the poor guard company commander could only find 30 soldiers under him. With these soldiers, Garokov finally regained a little confidence. He began to send soldiers to contact the 1st regiment headquarters that had been disrupted.

By the time he found his 1st regiment commander, it was already an hour later, the German planes had already flown away, and his troops were still in chaos. His 2nd regiment has been defeated by the frontal forces of the German army, and some soldiers of the 1st regiment can't find their whereabouts at all. Now Garokov is not even sure how many of his 6 battalions are left.

"First! Send cavalry to repair the telephone line! Find a nearby telephone that can be used! I need to contact the Legion Command to report the situation I am facing!" Garokov said to his 1st regiment commander and adjutant: "The first Two, I need you to bring everyone you can find! Set up a defense line around this town! Make sure the two train locomotives are intact in the warehouse over there."

"Ask the engineers to check along the railroad tracks immediately! See if the nearby railroad tracks have been damaged by the Germans!" He told his adjutant: "If you can't find anyone from the engineer company, send 20 infantry soldiers over there! If you meet the Germans Just retreat back here! Send cavalry to scout all around! I want the exact movements of the Germans!"

"Tanks! The Germans are coming!..." A soldier shouted in panic, pointing in the direction of the border not far away. Before he could finish speaking, a bullet shattered his head. All around suddenly panicked, followed by a few soldiers who were hit by bullets and fell to the ground.

The soldiers who had just gathered together ran away again, which made Garokov, who was watching all this happen, have the urge to throw something: "Someone push the anti-tank gun up! Running so stupidly is not waiting to be slaughtered Is it?"

Several Polish soldiers backed up and fired back with their rifles. When they fired a shot and were pulling the bolt, they were hit by machine gun fire, rolled over and fell to the ground, moaning, and died after a while. There was no sound.

Pulling over the adjutant, Garokov ordered loudly: "I don't care where you look for it! Get me some explosives! Hand grenades are also fine! Go to the garage and blow up those two locomotives!"

While talking, he pulled the head of the 1st regiment: "Find someone to stand up to the German tanks! I only want you to stand up for 15 minutes!"

The head of regiment 1 nodded, but his heart was full of bitterness: In this situation, even if you let me hold on for another 2 minutes, I'm afraid I can't do it! He looked at the "chaotic" troops, gritted his teeth and rushed out, shouting to every Polish soldier he passed: "Counterattack! The artillery will come right away! Fire me!"

I hope that there is still time to destroy the locomotive. My division can be regarded as finished. Whether the army headquarters behind me can get the exact news depends on luck. Not to mention those officials who are far behind, it is him, the frontline commander, who has not figured out what happened until this moment.

There is no need for him to know, because just across the corner of a building from him, a beautiful tank with the number 113 painted on the turret is shooting violently, killing all the Polish soldiers who appeared on the street. sieve.

Just when the scene was too chaotic, gunshots rang out from behind him. Apparently, another German army surrounded the rear of the town, completely destroying the Polish defenders like the last straw. The psychological defense of the army. For a moment, the sound of kneeling down and begging for mercy even overshadowed the sound of machine gun fire.

Garokov watched in astonishment as hundreds of soldiers raised their hands, begging for mercy from a German paratrooper carrying a strange submachine gun with a bent magazine. On the other side, more than a dozen cannons stacked together were paralyzed in the corner, and no one thought of using these weapons to fight back against the invaders from the beginning to the end.

At this moment, he finally vaguely guessed the strength of the Germans, which may only add up to a dozen people—of course, there are also a few terrible tanks. These forces formed an encirclement that wiped out most of his infantry regiment.

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