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Ivanov turned to his chief of staff with a look of confidence on his face.

"See, Kovalenko? I told you this: these rebellions are just a farce of a few people."

"Now that we have the support of loyal Polish forces, this operation will go even more smoothly than expected."

Kovalenko frowned, still having doubts in his heart, but he chose to remain silent.

In the Soviet Union's military, excessive caution is sometimes seen as cowardice, and cowardice is not tolerated.

Ivanov patted Petrovsky on the shoulder.

"Colonel, you and your troops will be given an opportunity to prove your loyalty. You will join our vanguard to clear out the rebels in Warsaw."

Petrovsky saluted. "It is our honor, Comrade General!"

In this way, the Polish "loyal troops" were mixed with the Soviet army and advanced towards Warsaw together.

Along the way, they were joined by more Polish troops, who professed their unwavering loyalty to Moscow.

The Russian officers believed this so firmly that they even distributed weapons and ammunition to these "reliable comrades."

……

Two days later, the Allied forces arrived on the outskirts of Warsaw.

According to intelligence, the main force of the rebels is concentrated in the industrial area and government office area in the west of the city.

Ivanov formulated a simple and straightforward plan: the Soviet armored forces would attack from the front, while the Polish "loyal forces" would be responsible for outflanking and cutting off the rebels' retreat.

The battle began in the early morning.

The Soviet Union's heavy tanks roared into the streets of Warsaw, their turrets slowly turning and aiming at the fortifications along the way.

Surprisingly, the streets were almost deserted, with only sporadic snipers firing a few bullets from the windows from time to time and then quickly moving away.

"Where are they?" Ivanov asked in confusion. "Intelligence indicates that the main force of the rebels should be in this area."

Colonel Petrovsky soothed.

"Comrade General, they may be hiding in the basement or the bomb shelter."

"Warsaw's underground network was very complex, and the resistance movement during World War II used these hiding places to deal with the Hans."

Ivanov tapped the map impatiently.

"Then have your people find them! Search every basement and every sewer thoroughly! I want this farce to end before nightfall!"

Petrovsky saluted and quickly left the command post to convey the order.

The Soviet troops continued to advance, deep into the center of Warsaw.

To some extent, this almost unopposed advance made some experienced soldiers uneasy.

This was too easy, too easy to be a real battle.

By noon, the main force of the Russian bear had taken control of the government district and the radio station.

Ivanov stood in the central square and watched proudly as the Russian warriors raised the red flag on the government building.

“See, Kovalenko?” he said proudly. “In less than six hours, Warsaw is back under our control. These rebels can do nothing but run away!”

Kovalenko forced a smile, but his unease grew.

He noticed that the deployment of the Polish "loyal troops" seemed to deviate from the original plan. Most of them were concentrated in the rear areas of the Soviet troops, rather than in the front lines responsible for pursuing the remaining enemies.

“General,” he suggested quietly, “perhaps we should reassess the disposition of the Polish forces. Their positions don’t seem quite… logical.”

Ivanov sneered: "Now you want to teach me how to command troops?"

“The battle is over, Kovalenko. It doesn’t matter where they are deployed.”

At this moment, a signalman came running in hurriedly: "Report to the general! We have lost contact with the outer positions!"

“All radio communications have been cut off!”

Ivanov's brows finally furrowed. "What do you mean? How could it be..."

Before he could finish his words, a deafening explosion was heard from not far away.

Then came the second, the third... The entire center of Warsaw was suddenly filled with explosions and gunshots.

Kovalenko rushed to the window and the scene before him made him gasp.

Those originally "loyal" Polish troops are now firing crazily at the Soviet tanks and infantry!

“Betrayal!” Kovalenko roared. “General, the Poles have betrayed us!”

Ivanov stood there in disbelief, as if struck by lightning: "This is impossible... How dare they..."

But the cruel reality is playing out outside the window.

Those Polish soldiers who once swore allegiance to Moscow are now attacking the Soviet troops with weapons provided by the Soviet Union.

They occupied advantageous terrain, were familiar with the local environment, and knew the deployment of the Soviet army very well.

What's even more terrifying is that they cut off all communications and retreat routes of the Soviet troops, making it impossible for the various Soviet units to coordinate their actions and they had to fight on their own.

Every corner of the city became a battlefield.

The Soviet tanks could hardly move in the narrow streets, becoming perfect targets for the Polish soldiers' anti-tank rocket launchers.

The cut-off infantry squads fell into chaos, with some even opening fire on their own men.

The command center is no exception.

The "guard" led by Petrovsky suddenly changed roles and strafed the command room with machine guns. Only a few people such as Ivanov and Kovalenko reacted quickly and hid in a small bulletproof room.

"Why?" Ivanov leaned against the wall, his face pale and his voice trembling. "Why would they betray the Russians? We liberated them, rebuilt their country, and gave them everything..."

Kovalenko did not answer. From the small window of the bulletproof room, he could see the chaotic scene outside.

The Soviet soldiers fled in all directions, and the Polish soldiers chased them like hunters.

Those once invincible Soviet tanks have now become torches on the streets, with billowing smoke.

"Do you think we will always be subservient to Moscow?"

Petrovsky's voice came from the intercom, carrying years of suppressed resentment and the joy of victory.

"You call yourselves liberators, but you are invaders."

"Today, Poland is finally taking back its destiny!"