In Nemilov, Tochenk was packing his bags.

He checked the sleeping bag, compass, gauze, shovel, socks and other tools needed in the field one by one and packed them up. After doing this, he checked that his military boots were not cracked. After doing this, he was satisfied.

As for the current life in the barracks, Tochenk is very satisfied.

Forgot to mention that Tochenk is a local Ukrainian. During the Tsarist period, he was drafted into the army and fought many battles. However, after the fall of Tsarist Russia, he was tired of being in the chaos of the Russian army, so he returned to his hometown Nemilov to live. In addition to renting a small plot of land, he often hunts in the nearby forests. Although the small life is not delicious, it is still passable.

However, after the merger of Rou, the local government mobilized him to join the Romanian army after learning that he had a former military background. Originally, he was reluctant at first, after all, he had just gotten rid of the war, and who would want to live that kind of life and death without his own responsibility.

However, the conditions given then made Tochenk's heart moved. As long as he joined the army, gave him the rank of sergeant, and had a salary of 72 lei per month, this was not bad for the somewhat destitute Tochenk.

So after the local government approached him three times, he agreed to enlist again, but this time in the Romanian army.

During this period, Romania recruited more than 10,000 people into the army in Western Ukraine, and they were divided into five recruit regiments for recruit training in Lviv, Vinnytsia, Uman, Odessa, and Kamenets. Here they had to learn simple Romanian in order to facilitate communication in the future when they entered the army.

This is also the experience of Eder to learn from the experience of his later country. It is completely unfeasible to form a single army of all ethnic groups in Europe, for example. This is training soldiers for those separatist forces.

As for Tochenk, it's not the same as a recruit. He did not join the recruit corps, but directly joined the combat unit. And immediately after joining the army, he served as a squad leader, and his subordinates were in charge of more than a dozen soldiers.

This time they were assigned the task of patrolling the mountains and forests, so Tochenk brought out all his habits of hunting. Just in case, everything has to be prepared.

When everything was ready, Tochenk checked the preparations of his soldiers.

The result was satisfactory to him, and everyone had done a good job of all the preparations. After all, with him as the squad leader taking the lead, how could the soldiers not follow suit.

"Okay, let's go, the platoon commander is probably waiting for us."

Led by Tochenk, the soldiers lined up with their backpacks on their backs and followed him outside.

"Tochenk, I'm just waiting for you three shifts."

After seeing them appear, the platoon commander was already waiting here, and the other soldiers said. "Let's go."

So Tochenk took the soldiers and followed the team towards the forest.

The group wore non-slip military boots to climb mountains and wade through rivers, and walked in the snow-covered mountain forest. Bare trees, hard-to-find animals, and the mountains and forests are so desolate in winter. And they carried heavy belongings on their backs, and they struggled through the woods, and everyone was tired and sweaty.

"There's a post up ahead, and we can spend the night there."

The platoon commander pointed to a mountain beam in front of him and cheered at his own soldiers.

Sure enough, after hearing that there could be a house to rest for the night, the group quickened their pace. The wooden spire of the sentry tower, which was faintly exposed at first, became more and more revealing as they walked.

"Look, isn't that almost there?"

The platoon commander continued to cheer up his soldiers.

And the more he walked into the watchtower, the more Tochenk felt his heart beating, as if something bad was waiting for him at the watchtower.

At close to five hundred meters, the crows scattered around the watchtower caught his attention. The hunting experience made him immediately feel that something was wrong.

"Wait a minute."

The platoon commander, who was caught by Tochen, turned around and asked, "Tochenke, what's wrong?" ”

"Look at the birds around the outpost," Tochenk said, "These are crows. ”

Crow?

What happened to the crow?

The platoon commander, who had not yet reacted, looked at Tochenk in a somewhat circled manner.

Seeing that the platoon commander still didn't understand, Tochenke said directly: "Platoon commander, it's not easy for crows to find food in winter, and if there is a corpse, they must be the first to arrive." When I was hunting, if I saw a crow in front of me, I would rush over to see it as soon as possible. ”

Now the platoon commander understood that there was something wrong with the outpost. It's just that he understood a little late.

"Smack, smack, smack"

Several gunshots rang out in a row, causing several blood splashes on the platoon commander's body.

At the same time as he heard the gunshots, Tochenk felt his scalp tingle and his hat was missing. I only felt that the top of my head was numb and cold, and there were blood stains on it when I touched it.

"Enemy attack, concealment."

The deputy platoon leader roared, and was the first to find a rock and hid. The other Romanian soldiers also hurriedly found their own cover, preparing to counterattack.

Among them, Tochenk saw a small depression and rolled into it. Only then did he realize that he was so lucky, except for the sassafras on his scalp, there were no other scars. In fact, this is not his luck, but the platoon commander next to him attracts too much firepower.

This is when you can see the training ability of Romanian soldiers.

"Click~Click~Click"

After taking cover, the Romanian soldiers all drew their weapons and began to fight back. The only Madsen machine gun in the platoon also began to fire at the attackers.

For a while, the two sides began to shoot at each other from a distance of two or three hundred meters.

At this time, a burst of Russian came, and Tochenk, who could understand these words, said loudly to his comrades-in-arms in Romania, "It's the Russians, they are going to charge." ”

Sure enough, as his words fell, a large wave of Soviet and Russian soldiers rushed down from the mountain beam. At first glance, Tochenk saw that this was a company of Russian soldiers.

The comrades-in-arms he had reminded were shooting faster at this time, and some even stood up and shot at the enemy regardless of their own safety.

Despite the fierce fire of the Romanian soldiers, they ran in less than a minute from a distance of two or three hundred meters. So after a few rounds of bullets, the fighters on both sides immediately got mixed up.

Tochenk also confronted a Russian soldier.

"Kill"

The Russian soldier raised his rifle with a bayonet and stabbed at him with an arrow.

And Tochenk, who knew the Russian combat skills by heart, turned sideways and gave way to the bayonet when the bayonet was about to come to him. He didn't wait for the enemy to retract, and a rifle butt smashed into his opponent's face. The opponent, who was hit hard, immediately involuntarily let go of the rifle and covered his face. At this time, Tochenk solved the opponent with a backhand lunge.

Unlike Tochenk, who dealt with his opponents with some understatement, many Romanian soldiers were unfamiliar with the Russian way of fighting, and many of them were caught in bitter battles.

"Let's die together."

A Romanian soldier, who was seriously wounded, removed the lead of the grenade and flew into the enemy.

The Romanian soldiers, using their years of training and blood, are still turning the situation back little by little. Gradually, there were many fewer soldiers standing on this land.

In the end, due to the huge casualties of the Russian soldiers, the remaining dozen or so soldiers were defeated and retreated. And the Romanian soldiers could only breathe with two hands. And they were all wounded, even Tochenk was injured in the shoulder. At that time, he fought a fierce enemy and eventually took down his opponent at the cost of his shoulder.

"Tochenk, come here."

The seriously wounded deputy platoon commander called out to him.

"What's the matter?"

Tochenk walked up to him and saw that the deputy platoon had multiple injuries in his thigh, abdominal wall and waist.

When the deputy platoon commander saw Tochenk, he took him by the hand and said: "Because you are familiar with this place and here, now you must send the news of our attack back to Nemilov." ”

Tochenk is also a veteran of the war, so he didn't continue to say anything about his mother-in-law, and nodded directly and replied: "I'll leave now." ”

"Go ahead."

Tochenk casually picked up a hat whose it was unknown, took his pistol from the platoon commander and left.

He knew that his comrades-in-arms could not go back, and judging from the fact that a company of Soviet Russian soldiers had touched a day's journey from Nemilov, this time the Soviet Russians had a lot of plans. I had to rush back to report the news.

Seeing Tochenk's figure gradually moving away, the deputy platoon commander called the remaining soldiers; "Which of you will tell me a joke, I want to hear it now."