"When will the 22nd Army Corps arrive?" Lieutenant General Fyodor asked.
With the German offensive growing increasingly fierce and their own losses mounting horrifically, it was obvious they could not hold out in Chełm city for much longer. They could only pin their hopes on reinforcements.
"The 22nd Army Corps set out yesterday morning. By my calculations, they should arrive this afternoon. But if Boris deliberately drags his feet on the road, then that is hard to say. After all, our situation is critical, and the Germans are too powerful. Boris will not come running eagerly to throw his life away." Lieutenant General Golovin said with a gloomy expression. If it were him, he probably would not be in such a hurry to rush to Chełm either.
"No. We cannot let that fellow drag his feet any longer. We need more reinforcements. Otherwise, with the Germans' formidable attacking power, I am afraid we will not even last three days," Lieutenant General Fyodor said.
"Then we can only send the general a telegram and have him urge the 22nd Army Corps on," Lieutenant General Golovin said.
Lieutenant General Fyodor nodded. He and Lieutenant General Boris were both lieutenant generals commanding army corps; their ranks and positions were equal. Therefore, they had no way to order Lieutenant General Boris to do anything. Only General Dimitriev had that authority.
The Germans' razor-sharp offensive had inflicted grievous losses upon the Russian forces garrisoned in Chełm. Left with no other choice, they could only turn their attention to the reinforcements, hoping they would arrive in time so they could hold Chełm for longer.
Outside Chełm city, at the headquarters of the German 17th Army Corps, Lieutenant General Seeckt, the corps commander, and a group of division commanders were listening to reports from the front.
"General,