There were only two kinds of men in the fortress of Makaray, fools and bastards, and though he had scolded himself, the second lieutenant of the Italian army, Stopani, had always thought so, and when he had become a prisoner, he had unreservedly told the enemy about this opinion and the reasons for it; The second lieutenant partially proved his point with his own actions. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There is no doubt that Ensign Stopani is an out-and-out bastard, and Sergeant Fraschini ...... Unfortunately, according to the second lieutenant's description, in the fortress of Makary, he must have been the second-to-last, if not the stupidest.

Maybe the second lieutenant was right, but maybe he was completely wrong, but in any case, when the mercenaries arrived at the starting point, it happened to be Fraschini and the soldiers under his command who were on duty at the gates of the fortress.

Including the sergeant, ten people, exactly one infantry squad.

They have been guarding this position for an hour and forty-five minutes. It was a very short time, but it was like a century for the Italian soldiers, so their meagre energy was exhausted long ago; Now, the only thing the gang can do is pray that the shift changer will show up sooner...... Of course, this is never possible.

In Makare, even a fool like Sergeant Fraschini would never run ahead of time to take over. For the soldiers in the fortress, duty is just something that cannot be done, and the task is a trouble that has to be completed. Basically, everybody wants to have a little more rest, and ideally the commander says to himself, "Soldier, you don't have to go on duty today" – and of course none of that ever happened.

Officers never give a soldier a holiday, they only give it to themselves, and under the constraints of military law, no soldier has the audacity to be late - but they never take over early. Every shift change is extremely punctual, neither early nor late, always.

Fourteen minutes to go. Sergeant Frascini and his men had to keep waiting.

"Damn it." The sergeant yawned, "I find that time is passing more and more slowly, and every minute I feel like a year is as long. ”

"Me too, sergeant." Said a soldier next to him.

"Everybody's like that, Isota." Frascini shrugged. Then, after a few seconds, he suddenly remembered something. "Isota, do you still have that thing...... 'speed'?"

"Sorry, Sergeant, I used it all up yesterday." The soldier made an apologetic gesture and said in a frustrated tone, "If I had a little 'speed', I wouldn't be so sad tonight." ”

"Maybe I should ask Lieutenant Zabata to give you a vacation, so you can ......" Fraschini suddenly stopped, pricking up his ears to listen. The sergeant felt as if he heard footsteps coming from the darkness and was getting closer.

Soon, Isota heard it too. "Sergeant, someone is approaching the fortress."

"Abyssinian!" Frascini made a split second judgment. Now it was only the Abyssinians who could have appeared in front of the fortress - though he wondered why they had chosen this time to attack. But now there was no time to care about this, Fraschini turned to the other soldiers: "Raise the alarm, prepare for battle, ...... with searchlights"

"The searchlight was broken the day before yesterday, sergeant."

"Hell! I knew I couldn't trust the new stuff. He cursed under his breath, then shouted, "Leave it alone." Keep your eyes open, the Abyssinian natives are below. The sergeant raised his rifle and aimed into the darkness, and the other soldiers opened their eyes wide and searched for the enemy with all their might. And while they were doing so, there were alarm bells.

At first, the bells seemed to have no effect, but after a while, perhaps a minute, the lights began to shine out of the officers' and soldiers' rooms, and after another half minute or so, the Italian soldiers who were not on duty finally began to act; Although their movements are a bit sluggish, they do act.

It was only at this time that the sergeant and his men were already in sight of the enemy...... There were at least several hundred, and behind these people, it seems, there were thousands of Abyssinian soldiers.

At that moment, Fraschini felt his heart beat faster and his palms were covered with sweat. But he forced himself to stay where he was and shouted orders. "Aim! Listen to my orders, ready-" The sergeant put his finger on the trigger, but before he could shout "fire" and fire the first shot, the soldiers next to him grabbed him.

"Sergeant, they look like their own people." Isota called.

"Our people?" Frascini was stunned for a moment. He began to scrutinize the figures that were rapidly approaching the fortress. Indeed, these men were indeed wearing uniforms that resembled those of the Italian Army...... No, it's not "very similar", it's the uniform of the Italian Army! When the distance between the two sides was only the last fifty meters, the sergeant finally came to the conclusion that it was his own men who were rushing towards him.

"Lift the alarm, it's our people." He shouted, feeling a sigh of relief, "Go two people, open the door." ”

But Isotar stopped him again. "Wait, Sergeant." The soldier warily reminded that "Major Toselli's troops should not come back now. I think we'd better get things straight. ”

"I don't think there's anything else to figure out, man," Frascini shook his head, "they're in our uniforms, and no one looks like an Abyssinian native...... They are our people. ”

"But ......"

Isota wanted to say something, but the "Italian soldiers" who had already run to the door were already screaming. "Open the door! Open the door! Their voices sounded alarmed, "Damn it, open the door!" ”

The sergeant poked his head out in a strange way, and then he noticed that the men looked so embarrassed, that many had lost their weapons, that most of them had lost their uniforms, that most of them had become dirty and torn—and that their faces were the same as their uniforms—and that only a few of the officers who looked officers were still pretty much the same as they had set out, but also looked dusty.

Clearly, they suffered a terrible defeat. But in Abyssinia, who could defeat an Italian army of thousands of men? Frascini was so confused that he thought he really needed to "figure things out."

The sergeant asked aloud, "What's wrong?" ”

"We were ambushed by the Abyssinians." One of the lieutenants shouted, "Open the door, we're followed by 30,000 natives, and if you don't open the door again, we're all going to see God!" ”

"Thirty thousand!" Frascini was so startled that he almost had his men open the door - but at the last minute, he felt that it might not be so bad. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ensign, I didn't see ......"

He was about to say, "I don't see the Abyssinians," when a dense burst of gunfire suddenly erupted in the darkness...... It sounds like at least a few thousand people are shooting. Although the gunfire was still far from the fortress, Frascini and his men heard it clearly. Of course, the routs under the walls also heard it, and their panic began to intensify.

"Open the door!" The second lieutenant raised his voice by another ten decibels, and he began to yell, "Leonardo Frascini, you stupid pig, if you don't let your people open the door again, I'll send you to court-martial!" ”

"Let me think about it," Fraschini straightened up and looked at Isota beside him, "Listen to the voice, the guy down there seems to be Ensign Stopani." ”

Isota frowned and thought for a few seconds. "The tone of speech is also very similar. But ......"

But there are no more "buts". As soon as he realized that it was Ensign Stopani down there, Frascini gave up on the idea of getting things straight, he didn't want to offend an officer, much less a bastard. "Open the door." The sergeant gave a loud command, then poked his head out again, "Mr. Ensign, you will be able to come in soon." ”

Stopani breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as the gates of the fortress were opened, his work was over, and the next things had nothing to do with him. As for what will happen later, the second lieutenant neither knows nor wants to know. After a moment of silence, he bit his lip and smiled unnaturally at the mercenaries beside him. "You see, I've said it a long time ago, it's easy to ......"

"When we're in the fortress, you'll be able to say it's easy, Mr. Ensign." Butz couldn't help but mutter, but half to himself. He stared nervously at the fortress's door, praying that it would open in time and that a large group of angry-looking Italian soldiers would not turn their guns at him. Of course, his worries were completely unnecessary.

After a few more seconds, the gate of the fortress slowly opened, and the passage into the fortress was unreservedly displayed in front of the mercenaries. There was nothing more to hesitate about, and the mercenaries immediately rushed in.

Frascini was not aware that he had made a serious mistake, and his attention was focused on the Abyssinians, who were still hidden in the darkness. The approaching gunfire showed that they were rapidly approaching the fortress, much to the sergeant's uneasiness.

"Thirty thousand Abyssinians," he felt his heart beat faster again, "can we stop them?" ”

The answer is no. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the WWW.QIDIAN.COM, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )