In the town of Saboroger, Lieutenant Colonel Gail hurried to Feiglein, pointed to the map and said, "We are in big trouble. All the bases of the three cavalry regiments under him were attacked. The regiment commanders sent telegrams asking us to send reinforcements, especially the support of the Air Force."

Feiglein took out a box of Universe cigarettes, took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and took it back into his hand.

"The Air Force's reconnaissance plane has not yet been reported to it? How big is the Russian troops?"

"No news yet," replied Lt. Col. Gail.

Feigelein gently tapped the cigarette box with his right hand, and after thinking for a few seconds, he said, "Resolutely doing is not our combat style. I send telegrams to the regiment commanders, so that they must persevere until dark, and then use the night to retreat and retreat to the northwest."

Lieutenant Colonel Gale was about to leave after recording the contents when a communications officer rushed into the basement.

"We have just received a telegram from the Central Army Group Command that our division was transferred to General Studenth, whose command was located in Pinsk, which is the contact information of General Studenth."

Lieutenant Colonel Gale looked at each other and asked, "Did you contact the communications battalion and General Studenth's command? Is General Studenth's mission issued to us?"

"We are in contact and there will be results soon."

The communications officer just finished speaking, and another communications officer rushed into the basement.

"I just received a telegram from General Studenth that the enemy's attacking forces were above one army. He ordered us to delay the enemy's marching speed, at least twenty-four hours."

After reading the telegram, Lieutenant Colonel Gale handed it to Feiglein and said depressedly: "It seems that we can only hold on here for twenty-four hours."

Feiglein glanced at the telegram and immediately retorted: "No, implement the order I just issued, and the entire division will stick to dark until dark, then retreat northwest to gather in the Sarne area."

Lieutenant Colonel Gale reminded in embarrassment: "But General Studenth gave us the order to delay the enemy for at least twenty-four hours, if we retreat."

Feiglein interrupted Lieutenant Colonel Gale's reminder.

"He only said that we would delay the Russians for twenty-four hours, but he never said that we would use any way to delay. We should complete this task in our own combat style."

Seeing that Feigelein turned around and lit a cigarette, Lieutenant Colonel Gale did not persuade him anymore and immediately drafted a telegram to Feigelein sign and then issue it.

Feiglein had just finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, looked up at the basement ceiling, and turned around and walked out of the basement.

Walking out of the ruins of the church, Feiglein met Captain Majer, the guard company commander.

Looking up at the surrounding sky, Feiglein asked, "Where did the fleet just now come from? Ours or the enemy?"

Captain Majer pointed to the sky in the north and replied: "The ones who came from the Russians are very large in scale, at least fifty."

Feiglein stared at the fleet that was moving away and murmured: "The larger the enemy, the better. To borrow a famous Russian saying, make the storm come more violently."

Under the gaze of Feiglein, the Soviet army flew northward and leaped across the vast Pripyat swamp under the guidance of radio waves.

Almost as soon as he passed through the swamp, the captain heard a burst of excited shouts on the pilot plane of the fleet.

"I see you, I'll send you a signal right away."

The captain immediately spoke to other aircraft of the fleet via radio.

"We have arrived at the planned airborne area and be careful to find signals on the ground."

Soon, the pilot of the pilot plane found a large area of ​​white smoke rising from an empty grass on the ground, and the group then turned around and flew towards the direction where the smoke rose.

Flying over the grass where smoke was rising, the crew slowed down, the cabin door opened wide, paratroopers jumped out, and more than 500 white parachute flowers floated in the sky, and the scene was spectacular.

Over the whole day, the Soviet transport aircraft group and bomber group shuttled over the Pripyat swamp and airdropped batches of paratroopers to the north of the Pripyat swamp. As the number of Soviet paratroopers increased sharply, the control area of ​​the Soviet paratroopers expanded rapidly.

At 9:20 pm, the town of Sarne in the Pripiat swamp, Feglein, who was the first to retreat to the town, welcomed the first successful retreat unit, the headquarters of the Second Cavalry Regiment.

After the greetings, Colonel Shi Haina, the commander of the Second Cavalry Regiment, said angrily: "Our regiment lost at least four hundred people, and about fifty wounded people did not have time to retreat."

Taking off the military cap on his head and throwing it on the table, Colonel Shi Haina continued: "The main casualties of our regiment are from the Black Death God. Small and medium-caliber anti-aircraft guns are very lethal to them. If you want to defeat them, you must have the support of the Air Force."

Although it was the first time in a day when we heard about our request for Air Force support, Feiglein showed no impatience.

After patting Colonel Schhainer on the shoulder, Feiglein said, "I know, arrange your people to rest first, and we will meet again after dawn."

Over the course of one night, Feiglein received a telegram from various subordinate units. Three cavalry regiments, artillery regiments, assault artillery battalions, reconnaissance battalions and other troops successfully broke away from contact with the Soviet army and was turning toward the vicinity of the town of Sarne.

After confirming that no troops were surrounded, Feiglein breathed a sigh of relief.

"The Third Cavalry Regiment suffered the largest loss, reaching 900 men, but it doesn't matter. Although we suffered a certain loss, we regained our mobility. It's our turn to attack."

The 8th Cavalry Division of Feiglein moved into the town of Sarne overnight and reassembled, in the north of the Pripiat swamp, the northern shore of the bridge of the Zphony village of the Pripiat River.

Two Soviet paratroopers from the companies hid in the trenches by the river and spent the first night of the counterattack in a daze.

At around 4:20 in the morning, a paratrooper walking around the bridge with a gun suddenly stopped and stretched his head to look south.

Soon, the paratrooper's strangeness attracted the attention of other sentries.

When a paratrooper captain received a notice to arrive at the bridge, the sentry pointed to the southern highway and said, "Someone is coming, it's a cavalry."

The paratrooper captain nervously picked up the telescope and looked to the south.

A few seconds later, the paratrooper captain put down his telescope and shouted excitedly: "It's ours, the Cossack cavalry, report to his superiors."

After saying that, the captain jumped up, rushed across the bridge, and ran towards the cavalry in the distance.

Half an hour later, Moscow.

Stalin walked into the General Staff with his pipe in his arms.

Seeing the smiles on the faces of Huasilevsky and others, Stalin said: "I know it when you look at your expressions, there is good news."

Huasilevsky handed the telegram in his hand to Stalin like a treasure.

"Yes, Comrade General Secretary. This is a telegram sent by Marshal Bujonny. Our main force has repelled the sporadic German troops in the Pripyat swamp. The two Cossack cavalry divisions, as the vanguard, have rushed out of the swamp and the paratroopers will win."

Stalin smiled and spit out a smoke ring.

"The mission of the first phase of the Guillotine Operation was completed. The villain with a mustache will definitely not have a good sleep today. No, not only today, but for a long time in the future, he will spend a nightmare."
Chapter completed!