EBE 1st Cavalry Corps
1st Cavalry Corps
The Dnieper River occasionally shimmers with faint light—it is a beautiful and majestic river, for which Gogol wrote his immortal words: "The Dnieper is magical and wonderful..."
On the eastern side of Korosten, near the Dnieper River, Budyonny's First Cavalry Corps appeared prominently on the horizon.
The First Cavalry Corps, seasoned by countless battles, was deployed from the distant North Caucasus to the Ukrainian battlefield, an unprecedented advance in the history of warfare.
The Fourth, Sixth, Eleventh, and Fourteenth Cavalry Divisions advanced one after another toward the "Krostián" region, assembling behind the front lines.
On their way to the decisive battle, they also took care of the Makhnov gang.
These are 16,500 cavalrymen, 16,500 warriors tempered by the scorching heat of the grasslands.
The Supreme Command of the "Redvet Alliance" and the Southwest Front Command did everything they could to ensure that the well-prepared and decisive battle was not discovered in advance by the Piłsudskis.
The headquarters at each front were closely monitoring the deployment of this cavalry force.
In Ukraine, proactive military operations have ceased.
The line connecting Moscow directly to the frontline command was ringing incessantly—instructions were being relayed via Kharkiv to the 14th and 12th Army commands.
On the narrow telegram strip were printed orders typed in Morse code: "Do not draw the enemy's attention to the cavalry's assembly."
Only when the advance of the Vistula Federation army threatens to draw Budyonny's cavalry into the war can the initiative be launched.
And now is the time!
A deafening roar erupted: "Kill!" Thousands of cavalrymen charged simultaneously, the alliance's strongest force facing them head-on.
The Vistula Federation offered no resistance whatsoever—the eastern defenses had just dispatched several men to reinforce the southern flank!
The demoralized Vistula Federation army offered almost no resistance, and the local forces collapsed instantly.
Budyonny's cavalry, with overwhelming force and without pause, continuously inflicted heavy losses on the enemy, completely destroying their entire rear area.
Filled with the joy of victory, the cavalry divisions advanced with unstoppable momentum, launching a fierce attack on the heart of the enemy forces in this area.
And Rochester finally saw what a general of elite troops was like.
Suddenly, a friendly soldier, who was clearly much stronger than everyone around him and was wearing heavy, blood-red power armor, appeared in the center of the battlefield, holding a huge power hammer in his hand.
The next second, the power hammer swept out with a whooshing sound!
"boom--!"
Without any suspense, the enemy's half-body was obliterated in a burst of blood mist, leaving only half of his torso to be carried away by the enormous kinetic energy, crashing into a group of enemies behind him like a rag doll.
This scene left both the players and Rochester stunned.
Guo Ruhe: [Holy crap, where did this genetic prototype come from?]
Going Astray: [It's unlikely to be a Primarch; this is at least an Astartes.]
AIR: [Wow, does this mean we can become like this later?]
Guo Ruhe: [It seems very difficult. You'd probably need to reach a very high position to do this, right?]
By this time, Rochester had a basic understanding of the individual combat capabilities of this world, and he had no doubt that he had probably arrived at an era similar to the "Terra Unification War".
Can I survive in Warhammer, Soviet Union?
The general in power armor quickly ran towards Rochester at an astonishing speed, charging directly into the group of knights, his power hammer sending one of them flying more than ten meters away.
Compared to ordinary soldiers who were instantly reduced to a bloody mist, the knights were clearly much more resilient.
Rochester was momentarily relieved; it seemed this "Astartes"-like fighting power wasn't as outrageous as he'd imagined...
The general in power armor glanced at the group of knights who looked every bit the "Crusader" and said, "The hope brought by Vladimir will surely replace the blessings of the ridiculous god you speak of!"
Before the general could finish speaking, he had already rushed forward. Upon seeing this, more than a dozen knights suppressed their astonishment, their longswords and lances gleaming coldly as they surrounded and attacked him from all sides.
Faced with this impenetrable encirclement, the general did not retreat but advanced, wielding the huge power hammer in his hands as if it were nothing.
A knight seized the opportunity, thrusting his lance straight at his face, but he merely tilted his head slightly, letting the sharp tip of the lance scrape against his thick shoulder armor, creating a string of dazzling sparks. Then, with a sudden twist of his waist, his power hammer swept out with a whooshing sound!
"Bang--!"
A dull bang rang out, and the knight was sent flying.
The remaining knights did not back down; relying on their numerical advantage, they brandished their longswords and slashed at the general.
The crimson figure displayed an agility completely disproportionate to its size amidst the flashing swords and clashing blades.
His left hand shot out like an iron clamp, actually catching a falling sword in mid-air and crushing it to pieces with a "crack". Then, he swung a heavy hammer, smashing the knight's helmet and half of his head, denting it.
The next second, he gripped the long handle of the power hammer and began to spin it. The spinning hammer head, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, smashed directly at the opponent!
In just a few breaths, the dozen or so knights who had been so imposing were completely routed.
Seeing this, the other knights all turned and began to flee.
The general did not pursue further, but stood still. A mounted soldier ran up to him and asked, "Commander, should we continue the pursuit?"
"No need. Take care of friendly forces, contact others, and assemble any remaining troops. Follow Joseph's orders. Enemy marines are said to have appeared over the Western Army Group. Wait for intelligence."
"Alright, I'll pass on the order right away," the cavalryman said, waving his flag as he rode his horse.
The general then turned to Rochester and asked, "You must be Comrade Rochester?"
"Do you know me?"
"Of course I know you. Commander Sokolov sent back a lot of battle reports, and they all mentioned you. My name is Timoshenko, Semyon Konstantinovich Timoshenko."
Timoshenko extended his hand and shook it with Rochester.
In a short time, Rochester encountered the third future Soviet leader—Timushenko.
Rochester was taken aback when he heard Timoshenko's words. If Timoshenko knew him through a telegram from Commander Sokolov, then it must mean that other generals knew him.
Rochester was overjoyed. His combat abilities had been recorded, and his name would be remembered—this would undoubtedly be a huge help to his future career path.