Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

"Your Excellency, Commander, the Soviet artillery fire is too fierce. The forward positions have been bombed with thousands of holes, and they can no longer withstand it." While Yannik and his team were wandering around the front line, the headquarters of the Rovno Group Army on the Eastern Front, several people A subordinate is reporting the battle situation to the commander Slawi Krakovsky.

However, there was no anxious look on his face, because the forward positions he mentioned were actually just small villages with only a dozen houses. The Soviets had been storming these small villages for three days. Artillery fire reduced the entire village to rubble but failed to capture it. Every attack would only cause the Soviets to drop countless corpses and then retreat in embarrassment.

Commander Rakovsky nodded. "I know the soldiers fought bravely. Let them withdraw to the permanent fortifications tonight." The Poles like the defense mode of not giving up an inch of ground, but they were defeated by the Germans on the Western Front. The command of the Eastern Front The officials finally learned their lesson and decided not to make fearless sacrifices again. "It's just that once we retreat, the Soviet heavy artillery positions will also move forward and continue to bombard our positions." They do not have as advanced and numerous bombers as the Germans, otherwise the Soviet artillery positions would not be so arrogant. Until now.

The commander of his cavalry brigade suggested. "Your Excellency, Commander, I think we can send a few cavalry units to sneak attack the Soviet artillery positions overnight."

Commander Rakovsky's eyes suddenly lit up and he felt that this plan was feasible. "I think it's feasible. But the attack target shouldn't be too big. It's best to use the cavalry company as the basic unit to launch a quick counterattack against the Soviet artillery positions. That's it. Send out scouts immediately, be sure to find all the artillery positions, and do To be defeated in one blow!”

According to the specific characteristics of artillery, the positions that are generally deployed on the second line are mainly large-caliber support artillery positions; while other infantry artillery, combat defense artillery, etc. need to be fired at close range. These small-caliber guns are nothing, it is the large-caliber artillery that causes them trouble.

At this time, there were no advanced surveillance satellites that could clearly see every move on the ground, or radars that could specifically measure the trajectories of artillery shells and calculate the opponent's artillery positions; there were only a few radars that could find out the location of the opponent's artillery positions. Method.

One is to use reconnaissance aircraft for aerial reconnaissance, but for the current Polish army, this method is a luxury.

There is also an "observation balloon". Although this thing looks stupid, when the weather is good, the observers on the balloon will clearly observe the location of the enemy's artillery positions, and then guide the large-caliber howitzer fire coverage . During the Battle of Nomenkan, the Soviet Army dispatched air force fighter planes many times to destroy Japanese balloons, which even triggered a large-scale air battle. In the end, the Soviet Army, which had air superiority, destroyed the balloon, which illustrates the role of this thing and the Soviet Army's fear. However, if there are obstacles such as hillsides in the middle, this observation method will be useless.

The third method is to rely on people and send scouts to search. This is also the only method Poland can rely on at this time.

After the meeting, Commander Rakovsky contacted other Eastern Front group headquarters and informed them of the plan to send cavalry to attack the Soviet artillery positions. He agreed to attack at the same time tonight to unexpectedly destroy the Soviet artillery positions.

As night fell, the scouts sent out gradually returned the location of the Soviet artillery positions.

At midnight, cavalry companies set off quietly from various positions. Each horse was girded, and each of its four hooves was wrapped in a piece of thick linen cloth and tied tightly with hemp rope. In this way, the horse's neighing and the sound of the horse's hoofbeats were minimized, making it easier to conceal its whereabouts.

This is Polish land. They are all native Poles and know every inch of land and every river here.

The crowd easily passed through the Soviet forward positions and continued to move toward the second-line artillery positions.

"Damn it!" Nicholas was the captain of one of the cavalry companies. As soon as they arrived about a thousand meters away from their target, the horse suddenly raised its front hooves, and the whole person jumped off the horse in embarrassment. Fell down. Before Nikolai could get up after falling, he heard a Russian curse and the sound of pulling the bolt of a gun.

"!!" He instantly realized that this was the secret whistle of Russian soldiers. This guy must have fallen asleep and was woken up by a horse's hoof, which also shocked his horse!

He didn't even bother to draw his saber. In the dim moonlight, he pounced on the Russian soldier who was about to get up and strangled his neck fiercely.

"Bang!" Before the others could react, the Russian soldier pulled the trigger, and the crisp sound of gunfire broke the tranquility of the night.

"Asshole! Go to hell!!" Nicholas was extremely angry. This gunshot might ruin their plan and put them in a desperate situation. He pinched harder with both hands, yelling while pinching. "Lewan! Hurry, rush over!!" Lewan is the deputy company commander of their company. The sound of gunfire had exposed them, and there was no point in sneaking cautiously.

"Drive! Drive!" Lewandowski no longer hesitated and led the men on horseback towards the artillery position.

The gunshot just now and the neighing of the war horses indeed woke up the sleeping Soviets, but before they had time to enter the defensive position, the menacing Polish cavalry had already arrived.

The sentry on guard pulled the trigger desperately, but these Polish cavalry ignored the hail of bullets and rushed over like a group of madmen. After a meal of chopping melons and vegetables, screams continued one after another. The remaining Soviet troops were frightened by everything. They had no intention of holding on to their positions, so they turned around and ran away.

By the time Nikolai caught up, the Soviet troops in the artillery position were already running to death. It was a miracle that they "occupied" this 203mm heavy artillery position with only a dozen casualties.

Seeing Nicholas coming, Levan reported to him. "Company Commander, there are a total of twenty 203 mm caliber heavy artillery here. They should have been put in place not long ago. They are brand new and have not fired a single shot. They are really big fish. They have been asked to place explosives. What a pity. If only they could It would be so satisfying to pull this thing back and beat the Soviets hard."

Nicholas looked at the black muzzle and nodded with regret. "Yes, it is indeed a pity."

At this time, bursts of gunfire were heard in the distance, and it seemed that more Soviets were gathering here.

Fortunately, they had already placed the explosives. "Quickly retreat!"

Nikolai and his party rode away in the direction they came from as fast as possible. After they ran a certain distance, there were a series of explosions behind them, and the Polish soldiers shouted excitedly.

At around three o'clock in the morning, various cavalry companies returned one after another, most of them were injured or disabled. On the way back, the Nikola Company encountered a group of Soviets and lost more than half of them, but they gained a lot from this trip. They destroyed 12 of the 15 Soviet heavy artillery positions. Everyone was notified and commended by the Army Headquarters, which greatly boosted military morale.

While the Poles celebrated their victory happily, the Soviets on the opposite side were not very happy.

In the frontline headquarters, Marshal Voroshilov looked at the damage report he had just received with a gloomy face and gritted his teeth. "Are you a bunch of pigs?!" He had just arrived at the front two days ago and took over command of the nearly collapsed invasion of Poland. And his predecessor was sent to Siberia to dig potatoes within hours of his arrival.

They destroyed 12 of the 15 heavy artillery positions, two of which were the 203mm heavy artillery positions that were transferred with him two days ago. In order to show the importance of frontline attacks, the great leader Comrade Stalin allocated all the 203 mm caliber heavy artillery that had just been produced to him.

Fortunately, now, these cannons that gave high hopes have not even fired a single shot, and they have become a pile of scrap metal. This time they actually lost nearly 200 heavy artillery pieces. "A few cavalrymen beat you away?!" Even if they persist for a while. Surrounded by his own troops, as long as he persists for a while, reinforcements will arrive to surround and annihilate these enemies.

But now that the matter was over, he was too lazy to talk nonsense. He took the pen, wrote down a bunch of names, and handed it to the adjutant. "There is no need for these bastards to go to court-martial, they can be shot on the spot!"