Chapter 51 - Chapter 51: My War

It's raining in Serbia.

Drip, drip.

It's raining in Serbia.

Drip, drip.

The weather was getting colder and colder, with snow mixed in with the rain. The seventy-year-old King Peter I sat on an ox cart and followed the army. Behind the army were refugees who were fleeing with them, and there was no end in sight.

The roadside was littered with people lying on the ground in all directions.

Once you stop, you will never wake up again.

Where they sleep, perhaps lilies will bloom next year.

Obviously they didn't lose.

They have clearly won battle after battle.

But they had to keep retreating.

Even the capital, Belgrade, had to be abandoned.

Why is this happening?

They don't know.

All they knew was that they had no food.

no coat

No boots.

No ammunition.

No artillery.

Nothing is enough, everything is lacking.

Even King Peter I's walking stick was lost, and he had to use a tree trunk as a substitute. After comparing, he found that the tree trunk was more practical. Peter I also had two pairs of knitted socks in his arms, which he could neither use nor throw away.

The woman was a woman named Macarena. She told him that her husband and brother had died on the Balkan battlefield for him, and now her only son could not die on the battlefield. She asked Peter I to take the two pairs of socks to her son Malenko.

When Peter I found General Stepanovich, General Stepanovich only told Peter I that the soldier named Malenko might have fallen behind.

In this cold winter.

What does it mean to be left behind?

It speaks for itself.

Peter I fell into a long silence.

This made Peter I not know what to do. The last time Peter I had to do anything was when he was in Korubala. As the king of Serbia, he sent telegrams to other countries and made requests to them in the most humble manner.

"Serbia and France have been allies since the beginning of the war. Now that Serbia is devastated, I can only kneel before you and ask for your help. Thank you for your selfless support and for your support for my people."

Fortunately, this humble request was effective.

When the Austro-Hungarian Sixth Army penetrated deep into the heart of Serbia, it meant that the Sixth Army's assistance had been

Aid from France has arrived through Greece.

Enough for Serbia to launch a counterattack.

Serbia could not give the Austro-Hungarian army any breathing space.

This is not an easy task.

They were facing one of the many ancient empires on this land, while Serbia was just a backward small country with an independence of less than 50 years and a population of only a few million. It had the common characteristics of all the Balkans: poverty, and it became even poorer during the war.

Serbia needed to tear apart the defense line of the Austro-Hungarian Sixth Army, which had stopped attacking, in the shortest possible time and force the Sixth Army to flee in disarray.

Then it was necessary to gather the two armies and march north without stopping.

The Austro-Hungarian Fifth Army was driven back from Belgrade.

Recapture of Belgrade.

Once Serbia's offensive slowed down and the Sixth Army's logistical supplies caught up, the war would inevitably fall into a long trench warfare again. It would be meaningless for Serbia to engage in a war of attrition with the Austro-Hungarian Empire given its size.

Serbia must replicate the Miracle of Tannenberg to win this war.

December 2, 1914.

It is still raining in Serbia.

Peter I picked up a rifle and chose to become a Serbian infantryman. This was the only thing Peter I could do.

As long as you are alive.

He had to do something.

The attack on Austria-Hungary on the evening of December 2 was very successful. Due to their understanding of the local terrain, the Serbian army launched a coordinated attack on Austria-Hungary, taking advantage of the heavy rain to damage the rear of the Austro-Hungarian Sixth Army as much as possible and to recapture strategic locations.

Faced with the Serbian army's surprise attack, the Sixth Army had no ability to resist at all. Their artillery was in the rear and could not be transported to the front line.

Several days of continuous attacks left the entire Austro-Hungarian Sixth Army completely unable to breathe.

By December 7th.

The Serbian Third Army had broken through the Valjevo Line held by the Austro-Hungarian Sixth Army and had captured a general, 49 officers, and more than 20,000 soldiers.

The entire Austro-Hungarian Sixth Army began to retreat.

However.

The Serbian army had no time to catch its breath. When the Serbian Third Army entered Valjevo, Field Marshal Putnik immediately mobilized the Serbian Second Army to advance towards Belgrade and join forces with the Serbian First Army.

December 8, 1914.

The Serbian army launched a full-scale counterattack on Belgrade.

The Fifth Army's attack on Belgrade was not as simple as the Sixth Army's. The Sixth Army had traveled a long distance, was unfamiliar with the terrain, had insufficient logistical supplies, and did not have heavy weapons such as artillery. It was only successful because of the surprise attack by the Serbian army.

The Fifth Army did not have that. The Fifth Army had already gathered its strength. They had artillery, they had logistics, they had food, and they had warm coats.

Serbia can have it.

Only the number of people of two armies and a heart that will never surrender.

Peter I held his rifle in his hand and looked at the brightly lit Belgrade in the distance with his soldiers.

This was originally their home.

Now it is the spoils of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

In the Belgrade Royal Palace in the center of Belgrade, it is said that the princess of the German Empire is there.

This is a good thing for Serbia. If they can capture this legendary princess, they will have the same power as Germany.

This is a bad thing for Serbia. Once the German Empire's army steps on

In Serbia, any resistance is a dying struggle.

Perhaps the legendary German princess was sitting high up in the Belgrade Palace, watching their futile and desperate struggle.

They don't know this.

The singing of the Serbian soldiers rang out in the darkness.

Looking into the distance, far away from the sea, that is my sweet village.

Serbia was waiting for me there.

Looking far away, where the yellow lemon flowers bloom, the Serbian army must open up a path there.

The Serbian army had to forge a path there.

Looking into the distance, where the white lilies are blooming, father and son gave their lives together.

There the father and son gave their lives together.

Accompanied by the soldiers' singing.

Peter I also sang along.

Then they raised their rifles.

Acco

mpanied by the officer's whistle.

They launched a death charge.

They must fight for their homeland, even if it is futile, powerless, and a desperate struggle.