Chapitre 180: The end of the knight
The battle lasted from evening to dark. The Polish cavalry and the German "cavalry" faced off no less than 20 times. The frantic battle was not over until the last Polish cavalry fell under the guns of the German army.
"This group of people is really crazy!" Hans said as he stepped out of the chariot, looked at the blood-stained land and the corpses of people and horses everywhere, shaking his head.
This troop was very different from what they had encountered before. The cavalry troop they encountered in the past often collapsed at the touch of a button, but this one actually fought to the death and not a single one escaped.
It's as if they didn't come to fight, but to seek death.
They are indeed here to seek death. This cavalry unit that can fight with Hans is not an ordinary cavalry unit. They are a unit under the Polish Guards Cavalry Division, and their status is like the "Lyon" in the German SS. "Andres Guard Flag Team" exists.
The glory on them does not allow them to watch their capital be occupied, just as the "Führer's Guard Flag Team" does not allow anyone to provoke the majesty of Lyon. But as flesh and blood, they and their horses couldn't fight against the German panzergrenadiers with solid armor protection, so they had to choose to die in front of the capital, in order to use their own bones to jam the German steel war the wheels of the car.
Even if it gets stuck for an hour.
Therefore, although these Polish cavalry are mortal enemies, their spirit of delaying their attack even if they die has convinced these proud German panzergrenadiers.
They got off the chariot full of knife marks, took off their helmets, held them in their hands, put their left hand on their right chest, and nodded slightly towards the corpses everywhere.
This is the etiquette between medieval European knights, and this is also the modern iron knight's tribute to the traditional cavalry.
Warsaw Presidential Bunker.
One of Mosicicki's secretaries walked out of Mosicicki's office from the combat headquarters with a telegram. After hesitating for a while, he knocked on the door and walked in.
Mosichicki was closing his eyes, and when he heard a knock on the door, he raised his head and opened his eyes.
"Kieslowski, it's you." Mosicicki said tiredly, rubbed his temples with his hands and closed his eyes again, "I thought it was the Germans who came in. "
"Mr. President, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were resting." Kieslowski said embarrassedly, turned and walked out the door.
"No, I just squinted for a while." Mosichicki waved his hand, sat up straight and said, "What's the matter? Is there any news from our strategic counterattack force?"
Kieslowski sighed and replied, "Yes, my president, the strategic counterattack force has sent back news."
"How's it going? Did they reach the predetermined goal?" Mosicicki heard this, and his eyes that had originally revealed a strong sense of exhaustion regained their vigour.
"No, my President, our counterattack unit was defeated." Kieslowski said sadly, "Four cavalry divisions and three infantry divisions were completely routed, and the total casualties exceeded 50%, among which the most elite The Guards Cavalry Division has a total of 9,168 people from the division commander, Major General Swaff, all killed!"
Hearing the situation of the battle, Mosicicki's face that was still bloody turned completely pale, and the eyes that had just radiated a little vitality also dimmed again.
"I should have guessed it long ago." Mosicicki closed his eyes again and smiled to himself, "I killed those boys, because of my delusions, tens of thousands of soldiers shed their blood on the battlefield."
"No, it's not your fault, Mr. President, soldiers are born to defend their homes," Kieslowski said, "and the surviving soldiers didn't blame you at all. They sent back news that they were on their way to Warsaw. Come, they will unite with the Warsaw defenders and fight to the last person!"
"Alas." Mosichicki sighed, "If the soldiers of Segden and the 'Pomeranian' army had their consciousness, the situation would not have become like this!"
"Also, Mr. President, since the strategic counterattack has failed, there is no need for you to stay here." Kieslowski advised, "You still have a chance to leave before Warsaw is caught in the war. ."
"No, I said it earlier, as the president, I will accompany the capital of the motherland to live and die!" Moschicki smiled rarely, "If the Germans hit Warsaw, then I will be one of the people in this office. Soldiers, if they want to take this office land from me, they have to ask about my gun first!"
Then he glanced at Kieslowski, paused, and continued: "Kieslowski, let's go, you are still young, there is no need to accompany me, a half-dead man, to die. ."
"But..." Kieslowski was stunned for a moment.
Moschicki interrupted Kieslowski's words with a wave of his hand and said, "You don't have to die here, you still have a long way to go. If the motherland is really destroyed, you still need to rebuild it. It, like Piłsudski did."
Piłsudski is the restored president of Poland, which is now the country's founding president. He has worked hard for most of his life to rebuild the country, and finally seized the precious opportunity of World War I to re-leave the world for 123 years. Year-old Poland has returned to the forest of the world.
Therefore, Piłsudski, who had such great achievements, was also called "Polish Napoleon" by the Poles.
Kieslowski opened his mouth to refuse, but after thinking about it, he nodded, and decided to follow Moschicki's words and leave Warsaw.
He made this decision not because he was afraid of death, but because his motherland was not short of a corpse, but it lacked a guerrilla commander, a rebel leader, and a Piłsudski.
"What about my other colleagues?" Kieslowski thought of three other colleagues who were also Mosichicki's secretary.
"They? Hehe, they are more greedy for life and fear of death. If they leave, they will fall into the arms of the Germans!" Moschicki sneered, "So they can't leave Warsaw, they have to sacrifice for this country. own life!"
While the two were talking about Mosicicki's other secretaries, one of their "talking objects" ran into Mosicicki's office with a document and shouted, "Mr. President, it's not good! "
"What's the matter?" Mosicicki frowned and reprimanded, looking at the panicked appearance of the visitor, "Stabilize your emotions! You are the secretary of the president of this country!"
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