The sky was covered with white snowflakes, and the earth was white. The Mongolian region is close to the surrounding area of Kyakhta, and there are few people on track. Because all the Mongols moved to the south to live around Kulen, only a small village remained. When the residents moved away, even the village was almost deserted, but the border guards picked it up and turned the village into a garrison, so that it would not be deserted.

When the sentinels of China and the Soviet Union were patrolling, they often met, and they were quite restrained in the past, although the chickens and dogs smelled each other, but they did not get along with each other, and the situation has become much more delicate recently.

Dark clouds and heavy snow fell. Visibility was low, and even though it was noon, it was still gray. In a concealed post at the forefront of Kyakhta, a squad of fighters was roasting a fire and eating lunch. On the ground, there was also a military dog lying on his stomach.

It's still early before the change of the guard, and there is no way to go out on patrol in this weather. The squad leader Qiao Shu was in the sentry post, holding a telescope to monitor the vast snow in the distance.

Of course, there is also a military dog, vigilantly looking at the snow outside the house, sniffing from time to time.

A well-fed comrade-in-arms came to take over Qiao Shu's monitoring work, and he soothed his somewhat stiff body and squatted beside the fire. He took the food handed over by his comrades and ate it slowly. There was also a piece of meat in front of the military dog, and it did not hesitate, and then it tore it with a big mouthful.

He took a bottle of soju out of his pocket, poured it himself, and handed it to the other soldiers. Although it is possible to drink alcohol in the army, depending on the occasion, it is still possible to be on duty in such a place and drink some soju to warm up your body.

Unconsciously, Qiao Shu reached out and took out the inner pocket of his military uniform, took out a small flat iron box, and opened it carefully, which contained many folded letters and a small two-inch photo inside.

In the photo, a girl holding a book, facing the camera a little shyly, the girl is not particularly beautiful, but she is very attractive.

"It's beautiful."

Although Qiao Shu joined the army after graduating from junior high school, with the adjectives he knows, it is difficult to describe the feeling in his heart, and the short word "true beauty" can express the feeling in his heart.

"Squad leader, look at your daughter-in-law again?" Zhang Feiguo, the sniper next to Qiao Shu, saw him take out the photo again and spoke.

Every time after lunch, Qiao Shu would do the same thing, take out the photo and look at it, and the other fighters were used to it. But every time, Zhang Feiguo would ask questions, in fact, he was also homesick.

"It's another half a year, how can you not want to." Qiao Shu replied lightly.

As soon as he was asked, Qiao Shu always recalled the time when the two of them got along with each other, Qiao Shu and the girl in the photo were not married, the two of them were fellow villagers and classmates. Qiao Shu resolutely chose to be a soldier back then, and now five or six years have passed. When he made a promise to her back then, Qiao Shu was full of pride in his heart. "When I make a meritorious service, I will marry you with honor."

"Well, you've said that a hundred times. It is not known what the situation on the other side is, and the battle will start at any time. When we have made meritorious service, then one of us will take a medal and go back in style. Zhang Feiguo took his treasure and said while wiping the sniper rifle.

"You've said this a hundred times." Joe Shudao.

As a sniper, Zhang Feiguo is different from many other snipers, as long as he is not in battle, he is very talkative. It's as if you want to keep quiet during sniping and make up for it in non-war time.

"Good words are not afraid of old age, as soon as I think of the Soviets opposite, my hands itch unbearably, and I wish the war would start now." Zhang Feiguo held a sniper rifle and walked into the snow outside.

"It's just your itchy hands, my hands are itchy too, and my baby is almost rusty when he comes here." The machine gunner on one side, Liu Bo, fiddled with the heavy machine gun on the ground.

Soldiers at border posts, in addition to patrolling, inspect and wipe weapons becomes their greatest pleasure. Especially in this kind of heavy snowy weather, it is not suitable to go out on patrol, and you can only stay in the post and fiddle with your combat equipment.

"If you have a chance to make a move, don't see the Soviet soldiers soft when the time comes." Qiao Shu put away the photo and said.

"Hehe, there will really be a war at that time, let's compare whose marksmanship is better." Sniper Zhang Feiguo said with a smile.

"It's not interesting than marksmanship, and when the time comes, it's better to see who kills more enemies, and the loser washes his clothes for a month." Machine gunner Lyubau.

"Who compares you to this." Zhang Feiguo looked at the heavy machine gun that Liu Bo was fiddling with, and pouted. Snipers kill the enemy at a fixed point, where is it comparable to heavy machine gun strafing, and you don't need to compare to know the result. "If it's a headshot count, I'll bet on you."

"Forget it, wait for me to practice for a few more years, and then try again." Liu Bo shook his head and said. Compared to the number of headshots compared to a sniper, he didn't want to go to the laundry in the winter.

Qiao Shu smiled slightly, but did not interject, and the other fighters were also listening to their conversation while fiddling with their equipment. These two were well-known chatters in the class, and they were used to listening to the two of them talking. For betting on this kind of thing, the two of them talk about it every day, especially the instructions above that they will go to war with the Soviet Union at any time, which provokes the two to bet.

"There is a situation!"

At this moment, the voice of the observer was heard in the outpost.

When the other fighters heard this, they grabbed their weapons and ran towards the trench outside the outpost. A trench in the form of a bunker was constructed in front of the outpost, and the trench was topped with cement. Only a firing port facing the Soviet border remained, where the ammunition of a squad was stored, the post was just a place where they usually lived, just a small wooden house, and the trench was their real battlefield.

As soon as Qiao Shu came to the trench, he picked up the telescope on his chest and looked into the distance.

In the snow, a tightly wrapped figure was running towards the Sino-Soviet border. Due to the snow on the ground, the people did not run very fast.

Qiao Shu frowned, the person who came was too tightly wrapped, and the snowflakes blocked the view, so he couldn't see who the other party was, and there was no way to distinguish the nationality.

At that moment, a burst of gunfire was heard in the distance. When the soldiers in the trenches heard the gunshots, they immediately took a fighting stance, and their weapons were aimed at the source of the gunshots.

In the midst of the gunfire, the people who were still running here were surrounded by bullets and a few snowflakes. As soon as the man heard the gunshot, he ran faster, and there was a devouring beast behind him. The man saw the border line getting closer and closer, and there was a look of hope in his eyes. Glancing back at the woods behind him, he ran fast again.

Just when he was still a few dozen meters away from the border line, more than two dozen Soviet soldiers sprang out of the woods behind him. When the Soviet soldiers saw that he was about to enter China, they pointed their weapons at the man. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, and more than two dozen Mosin Nagant opened fire at the same time, and the snowflakes on the treetops above the heads of the Soviet soldiers were shaken off a lot.

I don't know if it's because the snow is blocking the view, or if these Soviet soldiers have average marksmanship, and only one of the twenty or so shots hit the man's thigh. The man lay directly on the snow, his hands covering his wounds, and crawled slowly towards the border.

A dozen Soviet soldiers began to press on the man, apparently to capture him alive.

The man saw the Soviet soldiers approaching him, and he was at least thirty meters from the border line, and had been shot in the foot. There was simply no way to cross the border before the USSR caught him. The man's heart was in a hurry, so he opened his mouth and shouted, "Help me, I am a Chinese merchant." In fact, he only saw the outpost with the Chinese flag erected, and did not see any Chinese soldiers. The cry for help is just a fight, and as for whether anyone hears it, it can only be left to fate.

Qiao Shu and the others in the trench heard the man's call, and saw that all the soldiers were looking at him, and Qiao Shu, as the squad leader, understood that now was the time to make a statement for himself. At this time, it was too late to ask for instructions, and seeing the Soviet soldiers who were rapidly approaching the man, Qiao Shu understood that now was the time to make his own decision.

"Fire, save the man, beat the shit." Qiao Shu said fiercely. He knew very well what this order meant, and at this point he had no mind to think about the follow-up questions. In any case, you must not see your compatriots fall in front of your eyes or be captured by the Soviets! Choosing between the two, he knew exactly what to choose. Not to mention that the Soviet soldiers fired at the border, and there was already enough reason to return fire.

With Qiao Shu's order, the soldiers did not hesitate.

Zhang Feiguo, who had already aimed at the Soviet soldiers, immediately pulled the trigger after receiving the order, and in the scope, a Soviet soldier who was running in front had a hole drilled in his forehead, and blood mixed with white brains stained his clothes. The body also fell weakly.

Zhang Feiguo fired the first shot, and the other soldiers did not lag behind, and the weapons in their hands also opened fire. In particular, Liu Bo directly pulled the trigger of the heavy machine gun, and it did not bloom in half a ring. 12.7mm bullets whistled out and shot at the Soviet soldiers in the distance, and seven or eight Soviet soldiers were shot and fell to the ground on the spot.

"If it weren't for the snow blocking the view, we would have killed a few more." After seeing the results, Liu Bo muttered.

Semi-automatic rifles also opened fire one after another, and the dozen or so Soviet soldiers fell a dozen in an instant. Zhang Feiguo struck again and killed a Soviet soldier again.

The Soviet soldiers were blinded by the sudden fire, and instinctively told them to lie down, but by the time they were all lying on the snow, there were only five or six Soviet soldiers left. Three-quarters of them were killed in an instant.

Only then did the surviving Soviet soldiers realize that it was the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side who were firing at them. There are Chinese sentry posts here, they all know it, but they didn't expect that the Chinese army on the opposite side would fire at them. Carelessness is the culprit who lost their lives.

And the man who claimed to be a Chinese businessman watched in amazement, and the Soviet soldiers who were still chasing him around just now all went to report to Lord Yama after a rain of bullets. As for whether Lord Yama will accept the Soviets, this is two words.

(To be continued)