Ever since he found out that he had been abandoned, Obodo didn't feel good. He cursed the entire Ivanov family in his heart, but he had to pretend to be confident on the outside to appease the morale of the troops.
At this point, no matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice but to fight with the enemy.
Surrendering was out of the question. His roots were all in Russia, and his wife and children were still waiting for him to return and reunite with them.
He wasn't the only one who had no choice. All the officers of the 4th Division were the same. They could either block the enemy's attack and stall until reinforcements arrived, or they could die on the battlefield and use their blood to cover up their mistakes.
When a person had a strong desire to live, they could always use their superpowers.
The officers of the 4th Division started to go crazy. In order to stabilize the morale of the troops, the officers who were usually high and mighty all came down to the troops to ask about their well-being.
In order to save on food, Obodo even ordered the cancellation of the officers' cafeteria. All the officers and soldiers ate together. Etiquette was nothing in the face of survival.
The officers couldn't help but understand. The airdropped supplies were all of the same standard. They were all high-calorie food for the soldiers. There was no set meal for the officers.
Everyone knew that this private action had greatly offended Marshal Ivanov, and no one dared to report to him at this time.
Due to the limited capacity of the airships, they also had to transport weapons and ammunition. In order to save on transportation, the food that was delivered was all meat other than hardtack.
This time, the Russian Army's standard was similar to the British Army's. Beef jerky and hardtack were the main ingredients, with a small amount of canned fish. It was as if meat suddenly became worthless overnight.
Obodo wiped the blood from his mouth and bit the beef jerky with difficulty. He swore that he had never eaten such garbage food before.
He couldn't eat anymore, so he opened the canned fish. From the label, he knew that it was produced in Austria. If he wasn't wrong, it should be the cheapest freshwater fish.
This was a specialty of Europe. Due to the impact of industrial development, the rivers were heavily polluted, and many people didn't eat freshwater fish. As the number of people who ate it decreased, it naturally became worthless.
This cheap raw material became the favorite of the capitalists. As long as it was processed into canned food, who knew where the fish came from?
"The water is polluted, there's a problem with the fish." As long as there was no immediate food poisoning, the latent harm was nothing.
This was especially true for those exported to the Russian Army, where the quality was not guaranteed. Many unscrupulous merchants would mix in cheap potato flour, and fish was only a small part of it.
There was only one reason why the Tsarist government's procurement department was so fond of them despite all these shortcomings — they were cheap.
Not only the canned fish, but the beef jerky and hardtack that the Russians bought were also the cheapest products.
Since it was the cheapest product, the quality naturally could not be guaranteed.
Resisting the discomfort, Obo ate the canned fish. As for the beef jerky, he would leave it to those with better teeth. He didn't have the fortune to enjoy it.
Although the canned fish didn't taste very good, it was still worthy of praise. The canned fish had been specially processed so that the bones and bones could be eaten directly.
Time waits for no one on the battlefield. Slowly removing the fish bones was definitely not the right time. Based on the principle that the customer is God, the capitalists naturally have to satisfy this reasonable demand.
With some chemical treatment, the bones and thorns could be eaten. It didn't matter if there were any side effects as long as the person ate it for a short period of time.
Just as he was about to rest, a young officer barged into the command center and reported, "General, the enemy is attacking again. The 41st Division is requesting fire support."
Looking at the battle map, Obo frowned and asked, "Didn't we already send them an artillery regiment? Why do they need fire support again?"
The young officer explained, "The enemy's firepower is too strong. Our artillery is completely suppressed, so …"
Before he could finish, Obo waved his hand to stop him. "Alright, tell the 41st Division to think of a solution on their own. I don't have any artillery for them right now.
If the enemy's firepower is too strong, then we should hide first. This is a critical period, and we shouldn't idle at night. We can send some soldiers to dig holes.
If the enemy charges, we can fight them with our bayonets. Now that we are surrounded, we definitely can't beat the enemy in firepower, but we are more fearless than them. "
This was the disadvantage of the plains. Even if they wanted to take advantage of the terrain, they wouldn't be able to do so. If a hundred-meter high mound could be considered a mountain, then the 4th Division would be surrounded by a mountain and a river.
Obo was sure that the enemy didn't want to fight them to the death. Otherwise, their attacks wouldn't be so weak.
Attacking them piecemeal to continuously wear down their morale and strategic resources before finally forcing them to surrender was the normal way of doing things.
If they had to sacrifice 100,000 to 80,000 people to destroy the 4th Division, it would be a loss even if the Prussian army won.
…
In the Prussian command center, Mao Qi held his head with one hand and fell into deep thought.
The plan couldn't keep up with the changes. He had originally wanted to use the 4th Division as bait to lure the Russian Army's main force over to encircle and annihilate them, but the Russians didn't fall for it.
This way, the 4th Division of the Russians had become a problem. They had pinned down a large portion of the Prussian army's forces and made it difficult for them to advance or retreat.
If they had attacked the 4th Division from the start and not given them a chance to set up camp, the problem would have been solved long ago.
There were no ifs on the battlefield. Mao Qi could only swallow the bitter pill of underestimating the 4th Division's importance to the Russians and underestimating Ivanov's determination.
The battle in East Prussia had already started. The battle in the south was about to start, and the battle in Warsaw had already started.
The Russian Army had started attacking from the north and south. Since the 4th Division had pinned down a large portion of the Prussian army's forces, the Warsaw battlefield could only be defended.
The phone beeped, waking Mao Qi up from his thoughts. He picked up the phone and shouted, "I'm Mao Qi, what's up?"
A hoarse voice came through, "General, 7th Division's Commander Winslet is reporting to you. The enemy in the north has suddenly increased the intensity of their attacks. Our defensive line is in danger. Requesting reinforcements. "
It wasn't realistic for a division to stop an entire army, let alone a huge army like the Russians. It was even more impossible.
The defensive line was in danger. 7th Division had done a good job of holding off the enemy for three days before requesting reinforcements.
Mao Qi frowned. "Major General Winslet, the 11th Division will come over tomorrow to take over your defense. Can we hold on for another day?"
There was a moment of silence on the other side of the phone. After a while, the hoarse voice came again. "No problem, General!"
His tone was heavy, as if he had made a decision after a difficult struggle in his heart.
After hanging up, Mao Qi ordered an officer not far away, "Send a message to General Hanskaya immediately. Tell him to take down the 4th Division in a week.
Tell him the fish in the north has taken the bait. Don't waste any more time for a caged bird, or the fish will escape. "
A cornered beast would still fight, let alone a human.
Mao Qi could only give this order even though he knew that the enemy's resistance was at its most intense. If the 4th Division was delayed any longer, the Warsaw battlefield would be in trouble.
Although the Prussian Federation had built a perfect defensive line in Warsaw, even the strongest defensive line needed people to defend it.
Moreover, Mao Qi didn't want to defend Warsaw. He wanted to deal a heavy blow to the Russian Army in Warsaw, which would require even more manpower.
In order to surround the 4th Division, the Prussian Army had invested nearly 600,000 soldiers. They had originally planned to surround them and attack the reinforcements, but now that the enemy's reinforcements weren't coming, there was no point in delaying the battle any longer.
Even though he knew that once this order was given, the frontline would suffer heavy losses, these sacrifices were necessary for the overall situation on the battlefield.
The grim situation told him that the battle in Warsaw had to be ended quickly. The Government of Berlin needed a great victory to win over their allies, even if it was a victory with heavy casualties.
"Yes, General!" the young officer replied.
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