The Soviet Red Army's Middle East Road Battle Cluster was around the command center of Chagang Town, and it was already a doomsday scene. The Red Cavalry Army, which formed the Middle East Road Battle Cluster, was the cradle of the generals of the Soviet Red Army in history, not only because they were Stalin's direct descendants, but also because of their great achievements in the civil war and the Soviet-Polish war. In this war, they once played the most critical role, laying the victory of the Battle of Chita with a long range of more than 1,300 kilometers. However, the subsequent development of the war unexpectedly turned into a nightmare, and before they woke up, there were only deeper and more terrifying dreams!

First, they encountered Japanese cavalry with strong combat power on the Hulunbuir grassland, and suffered two defeats that were almost wiped out, losing one-quarter of the cavalry's combat power. However, this was the beginning of the nightmare. Although they did not suffer any further losses in the subsequent battle, they suffered heavy losses in frequent contact with Japanese cavalry. On November 5, they were used as infantry and sent to dig trenches on the snowfield west of Kazakhsukum to block the Japanese army breaking through the west.

As a result, on November 8, they were waiting for the Chinese National Wehrmacht that came from the east. Their cavalry performed worse than the infantry of the Chinese heavy artillery machine guns and assault infantry. After defending for less than 12 hours, they lost their positions and began to flee with the remnants of the Fifth Army. However, their four legs ran faster than the two legs of the infantry, and they did not suffer much losses during the retreat. Originally, they could have run back to Manzhouli to reorganize, but on November 10, after retreating to Chagang Town, they received the order to hold on to death.

Indeed, they had lost most of the baggage and all the cannons on the way to retreat, and now only rifles, machine guns, as well as a few bullets and rations for two or three days. As for the Fifth Army, which was a few hours later than them, it was even more miserable. The army that once had nearly 80,000 officers and soldiers was only 30,000, and two-thirds of them were left with bare hands. As for the heavy weapons and baggage, they had long been lost.

There were not even a few machine guns. Everyone could see that such an army could not fight. So after asking the Revolutionary Military Committee of the Eastern Front Army, Voroshilov mixed the Fifth Army's troops and the First Cavalry Army to form a new horseless red cavalry army (all slaughtered and filled with rations). Then he deployed it on the snowfield around the town of Chagang, barely forming a circular defense line, waiting in despair for the moment when their entire army was wiped out!

The revisionist army did not let them wait too long. On November 11, the position of the Red Cavalry Army was attacked by the Zhongzhang Team with superior forces and firepower! There were no artillery, no machine guns, and no solid position to defend the Red Army officers and soldiers could only use their flesh and blood to fill the enemy's sea of ​​fire. As a result, they were naturally massacred by thousands! But Voroshilov and Budonni, who were as heartless as stone, still did not agree with any suggestions for retreat, and just ordered the troops below to stick to the last person and bomb!

The soldiers of the Red Cavalry Army, who had turned into infantry, were exhausted and driven toward the positions occupied by the Chinese army by the political commissar and security cadres. Apart from falling into the snow, dyeing the white snowfield red, there was no use. Even such a battle lasted less than 24 hours. An hour after the great mentor sent a telegram to the Red Cavalry Army to boost morale, tens of thousands of Red Army gathered in less than three square kilometers around the town of Chagang Town began to lose their organization.

As soon as the sky got dark, desperate Red Army soldiers began to retreat from the place they held to be called positions. At first, the political commissar and security cadres could still use the rifle machine guns in their hands, but soon the Red Army soldiers who had lost their minds shot and fired back! Political workers at all levels died in their posts, followed by the most primitive survival of mankind, defeating the lofty GC ideals. The soldiers of the Red Cavalry Army quickly lost the will to fight and collapsed under the fierce attack of the Central ** team.

Around the temporary command center established by the Red Cavalry Army, countless Red Army wounded and sick were lying everywhere. There was no medicine or food at all. There was not even a roof covering the cold wind. Only a few political cadres of the First Cavalry Army Command were mobilizing at the top of their voices, calling on the wounded Red Army who could still use weapons to climb out and participate in the battle! But the answers were the cry of the wounded, as well as the shouting of the names of relatives and praying. At this time, the name of Christ seemed to have become the only spiritual sustenance of these desperate GC-speaking soldiers!

"Well, great mentor, Comrade Lenin, members of the Political Bureau of the Russian GCD Central Committee, members of the Revolutionary Military Commission of the Republic, and members of the Revolutionary Military Commission of the Eastern Front. When you see this telegram, tens of thousands of soldiers from our First Cavalry Army of the Workers and Peasants Red Army have been buried in the Hulunbuir grassland of the Mongolian Republic.

After more than ten days of hard fighting, our First Cavalry Army has been completely injured and killed. After a rough inspection, the Fourth Cavalry Division and the Sixth Cavalry Division have been completely wiped out. The Fourteenth Cavalry Division, the Sixth Cavalry Division, and the artillery cluster temporarily assigned to our headquarters have completely lost contact. Comrade Yakiel and Comrade Kulik are both missing. The troops that the Army Command can control are only engineers directly under the Army, remnants of the baggage troop, guards of the Army Command, and some Red Army commanders and fighters who have lost their establishment. Moreover, there is a lack of ammunition supply and no solid fortifications. The area under control is about to be subject to violent artillery attacks. The troops around the headquarters are raining, and the Red Army soldiers are suffering heavy casualties, and the entire army is about to be wiped out...

In this battle, the First Cavalry Army of the Workers and Peasants' Red Army failed the expectations of the Party and the people. Although it gave heavy damage to the revisionist invaders, it was unable to block and defend ten times more than our enemy's line of defense. Unfortunately, the revisionist enemy was too strong. Although our army had shed all its blood and made the greatest sacrifice, under the enemy's superior firepower and troops, it still could not make due contributions to the cause of human liberation. It was truly worthy of the trust of the Party Central Committee and the great mentor.

Now the enemy of revisionism has attacked near the Army Command. The Army Command staff have taken their weapons to prepare for the final battle. We will fight to the last breath, determined to dye the red flag red with all our blood and our entire life!

Long live the great mentor Lenin! Long live Russia GCD! Long live the Soviet motherland! Long live the workers and peasants' Red Army!"

Voroshilov watched with his own eyes as the communications director of the group army sent the last telegram he had drafted to the Eastern Front Command. He smiled with satisfaction. The senior Red Army officers gathered in the house looked like they were about to go crazy, some were crying, some were laughing. Some were muttering with their eyes closed, probably praying, and most of them had already changed into soldiers' clothes. They broke like shells around the First Cavalry Army Command, the First Cavalry Army Command. The air waves rolled up smoke and snow and soil to strike the strongest building in the town.

Voroshilov's eyes swept the people in the room and grinned: "Comrades, the time for scattering and breaking through has arrived. I order you to never be captured! If you really can't escape, commit suicide. Okay. Let's go!"

After saying this, Voroshilov stood up, rushed out of the house with two guards, and disappeared into the smoke of gunfire. The political commissar of the army who promised Comrade Lenin that he would fight for the last breath was lucky enough to escape to Manzhouli, where he was arrested by the Eastern Front security department. Later, he was released and served as the director of a printing factory in the Far East Republic. He was arrested and executed in the 1930s on the charge of Stalinists!

Budonnie, the commander of the First Cavalry Army, was lucky. He also fled to Manzhouli and was also arrested, but he was pardoned for writing a letter to Trotsky for begging for mercy. He returned to the army to serve as the commander of the Cavalry Division and commander. Finally, he retired as a cavalry lieutenant general.

It turned out that Yakiel, the commander of the Fifth Army, was even more lucky. He was a Jew of the Trotsky faction. Although he was also arrested in Manchuria, he was soon released and his official position was restored. Later, together with Ubolevich, he became the first marshal of the Soviet Red Army.

Since the Chinese National Defense Force did not have a plan to encircle and annihilate the Red Army in the town of Chagang, most of the Red Army officers and soldiers who gave up their positions to flee on this night survived. According to post-war statistics, several Red Army armies northwest of Chagang received a total of more than 20,000 defeated soldiers in the following two days. Later, the great writer Ostrovsky was one of them. The Chinese National Defense Force captured almost a number of prisoners in this battle, and later these prisoners caused considerable trouble in the prisoner-of-war camp.

Also on November 12th, on the snowy field, only more than ten kilometers away from the battlefield in Sagang Town, the remnants of the Japanese Xianbei Liya Expeditionary Army had reached its last moment. The remnants of the 15 Japanese divisions were mixed in an area of ​​only ten square kilometers. They were chaoticly posed a circular defensive formation, which was actually more like hugging them in a group to die. They were surrounded by troops of the Eastern Front of the Soviet Red Army, and there were about 170,000 to 180,000 people. If the besieged Japanese army had enough weapons and ammunition, they might be able to break out of this encirclement. However, the Japanese army, which was close to being exhausted, no longer had the power to come. They could only dig trenches to fight to the death, and strive to delay the arrival of the doomsday. The Chinese National Defense Forces waiting to advance west could rescue them before this!

The order in the encirclement was like the Red Army in Sagan, and it was a mess. There were 10,000 combat-capable Japanese troops and 30,000 to 40,000 wounded soldiers who were missing their arms and legs, and there were 4,000 to 5,000 officers and soldiers of the Northeastern Army, and they were placed in a safer area. Perhaps the Japanese thought that even if the Chinese National Defense Forces did not care about the lives of the Japanese, they would never give up their own troops. With these Chinese people, the Japanese here would have the possibility of survival?

Although they could already see hope of rescue from the sky that was red with artillery fire in the southwest, before the Chinese came, the Soviet cannons were still reaping the lives of the Japanese unscrupulously. Perhaps Stalin and Fu Longzhi had realized that the First Cavalry Army would not be able to win them the time to eliminate the Japanese Xianbei Liya dispatched troops, so the infantry's attack had basically stopped, and instead used the most fierce artillery fire to kill as much as possible. At least hundreds of cannons and mortars were roaring at the same time, turning the entire encirclement into a huge corpseyard with broken human bodies everywhere. Every shell fell, it could kill more than a dozen desperate Japanese troops!

At the entrance of the temporary command of the Xianbei Lia Expeditionary Army in a small village at the center of the encirclement, a group of blood-red middle and lower-level officers were crowded. They were all broken uniforms, some of them were wounded. It seemed that they had been fighting hard on the front line for a long time. These most fanatical young officers in the Japanese army came to request a final suicide attack. The nearly month-long escape and the days of being beaten out of Chita City have made them go crazy. In the eyes of these people, the Chinese team will not come to rescue them. Instead of staying in this encirclement to starve to death or being killed by shells that would fall on their heads, it would be better to fight them all in a vigorous manner!

"Your Highness, Prince! Please don't hesitate anymore. Order to attack! Let us use our own blood to clear the shame of defeat and awaken the people in the country!"

"This time the empire will fall to this point because it is because we believe in the Chinese people! Let's use our death to let the people know who is the real enemy!"

"Fight! Your Highness the Prince. Instead of dying like this, it is better to have a fierce battle! The warriors of the empire are not afraid of death!"

Hearing these Japanese devils' words, it seems that they are desperate to give up! These guys who believe that they can become gods after death are more brave than the atheistic GC warriors when facing death! However, their commander, Miyagi Miyaki, did not have the same steel will as Stalin. At this time, what he thought of was to keep the vitality of the Japanese army as much as possible.

The Japanese imperial uncle appeared neatly at the door of the headquarters. He had become obviously haggard and was thinner. His military uniform looked empty and his back was a little hunched. However, his eyes still showed a majestic expression, and he just glanced at everyone, and the young and strong officers were silent.

"We have not failed yet! The war has just begun! It is not time to commit suicide at will!" Xianyuangong shouted loudly: "Everything I have paid now is worth it. The lives of the 200,000 imperial soldiers are exchanged for 400,000 square kilometers of territory of Far East Prefecture! This is the price we have to pay to get the Far East Prefecture... Only by paying can we get something, and the Chinese have not obtained Far East Prefecture. Of course, there is no need to fight like us. But I still believe that they will still come before our entire army is wiped out. Because the headquarters just received a telegram from the Cavalry Group, the Chinese National Defense Forces have defeated the Soviet Red Army blocking troops in the area of ​​Chagang Town! They will be able to fight soon!"

The scene suddenly became silent, and everyone suddenly found that the Soviet Red Army cannons had stopped roaring! Suddenly, a major in his thirties sat down on the ground and cried. Then all the young officers started crying, wondering whether it was because of his life after the disaster or mourning his dead comrades?

There seemed to be tears in the eyes of the palace of Xianyuan Zairen: "You guys, it's not the time to shed tears! Because the war is not over yet! I order you to return to your respective troops. Be careful to guard your posts and prepare to launch a pursuit to the retreating enemy. Revenge the fallen Imperial Army soldiers! Remember, in the next battle, you must save the lives of the Imperial Army soldiers as much as possible! Because our troops with less than 100,000 people here are the seeds of the entire 15 Imperial Army standing divisions!"

"Avenge the soldiers who were killed!" A huge shout came from the scene. The young Japanese officers who were still crying just now all ran towards the direction of their troops with red eyes. Looking at their backs, Prince Zairen of Xianyuan sighed and murmured: "There are heavy casualties!"

"It's worth it, Your Highness, the blood of the Imperial Army has not flowed in vain!" Otani Kikuzo appeared behind the Immortal Palace for some time, and said lightly: "After this battle, Far East Prefecture is truly an empire, and no one can take it away from us."

"Isn't there really?" Xianyuanmiya looked back at his old friend and smiled bitterly: "After this war, China is no longer the original China... The lives of more than 100,000 Russians have allowed China to have an equal status as the empire! This is also the price for the empire to get the Far East State, a new and powerful potential opponent! Otani Jun, do you still think that our efforts for the Far East State are really worth it?"

Otani Kikuzo was silent for a moment, and he still focused his attention: "Yes! Your Highness, if there were no such war, China would still be a strong opponent! And the empire is likely to point its expansion target to Manchuria and Mongolia... Then it will be a life-and-death battle between China and Japan. Regardless of the victory or defeat, the price the empire will pay will exceed this war! Moreover, the Soviet Union will also reap profits, and this situation will be even more unfavorable to the empire."
Chapter completed!