The Galician 3rd Lancer Marksman Division, having ended a month's vacation after the Italian campaign, was ordered to concentrate at the Krakow railway station.

Galician Corporal Rakovsky said goodbye to his loved ones and rushed by train from Cechin to Krakow. As soon as he got out of the car, he ran to the soldier's check-in desk with a large conspicuous sign, and his leave card had to be stamped before midnight so that he would not be punished for being late.

A large number of soldiers drained the water around the registration area, but behind a long row of desks there were a dozen non-commissioned officers stamping, and after less than ten minutes of queuing, Rakovsky completed the formalities.

"The third regiment is in the 5th district, corporal! Free meal tickets are picked up at the group and the train departs in the evening. The non-commissioned officer kindly reminded.

The so-called 5th district is the area drawn on the square outside the station, and Rakovsky walked out of the station with exposed red brick walls and came to the square. It was already full of soldiers returning from all over the place, and the officers were tidying up their men, who were making a lot of noise.

"Hi Rakov!" Lizhakov was waving to him, and Rakovsky made his way through the crowd back to his company.

"Oh my God, why haven't you been a deserter yet?" Lizhakov said with a smile.

"Isn't it because you haven't left yet, I'm reluctant to leave you alone." Rakovsky also replied with a smile.

At this time, Michuk also squeezed back from the side, "Hey, guys, are we going to beat the Russians again?" ”

"This is not the time, and by the time we get to the front, the snow in Russia will probably be up to our knees." Rakovsky said in a serious manner.

At this time, Sergeant Major Valuzzi came over with a stack of meal tickets in his hand, "The whole company comes to me to get the meal tickets, hurry up, the train at 7 o'clock in the evening." He shouted loudly, but was quickly overwhelmed by his own soldiers.

After eating, a large group of soldiers from the 7th Company came to the platform along the wooden passage of the station, and they were assigned to the 13th car, "13? This is not an auspicious number. The squad leader, Sergeant Hillenwitz, muttered in his mouth. It was an iron wagon for transporting goods, with no seats and wheat straw underneath. The soldiers did not complain, the conditions were much better than in the damp and cold trenches, and everyone sat or lay down on the straw and joked to their heart's content.

It was getting dark outside, and there were only two small windows in the carriage, and only one lantern hung on the wall of the carriage and glowed dimly. When the soldiers got on the bus, there was only a clang, the door was closed, and then there was the sound of wire being screwed.

"Hey, don't screw the door shut, we'll all be lambs to the slaughter." Senok, who was standing next to the door, shouted loudly outside.

"No way, do what you are told." The people outside said, and then walked away regardless of what they shouted.

The train drove and felt the body vibrate, but nothing could be seen, and there was a rhythmic crashing sound between the wheels and the rails. "How do I feel like the train is heading south?" Someone shouted.

"Who knows how the train turns, I get lost every time I get on the train anyway!" Someone was answering in a loud voice, which immediately caused a burst of laughter, and no one cared.

It was already dawn outside, and the sun shone into the car through the two small windows in the upper part of the car. There were no toilets in the carriage, only two large iron buckets for convenience, and the whole carriage was filled with the unpleasant smell of feces and urine. Now everyone is hungry and just wants the train to stop so that they can get off the train to eat something and get some fresh air.

Finally, the train came to a slow stop, and the sound of wire twisting could be heard outside. Then, with a clanging sound, the doors opened, and the soldiers jumped out of the car in a hurry, moving their hands and feet. The temperature outside was warmer, warmer than Galicia's, several field cooking cars were parked on the platform, and soldiers were waiting in company lines to get food.

Rakovsky noticed that the station stop sign said "Maripol", where is this?

At this time, Lieutenant Platts happened to pass by, so he shouted: "Platoon commander, where is this?" ”

"Maripol." Lieutenant Platts replied.

Like nonsense, am I not literate myself? Rakovsky had no choice but to shout again: "Where is Maripol?" ”

At this time, the lieutenant stopped, hesitated a little, and then said: "Romania." ”

"Oh my God, how did we get here?" Sergeant Hillenwitz whispered in his mouth.

"Who knows." The lieutenant shrugged his shoulders and walked to the officer's cafeteria in the station.

In the lunch box was a noodle dish topped with a mixture of potatoes, vegetables, raisins and meat, which quickly found its way into the stomach, and then each soldier was given an oatmeal porridge with an unpleasant smell. The food did not satisfy the appetite of the soldiers, so they had to go to the sink and get some cold water and drink it into their stomachs.

It's pretty much it now.

The soldiers were herded into the wagon again, and the doors were closed, but this time no wires were heard outside. It seems that the Slovenes are still more empathetic than the Galicians.

The train continued eastward.

In the evening, the train arrived in Galati, a Romanian city on the north bank of the Syret River.

The soldiers got out of the car, then lined up, and now that they were in the city, they had to make some appearance to show the Romanian people. Outside the station's square, rows of military trucks were parked, and these trucks pulled Rakovsky out of the station and through the streets.

It was the spring of 1916, and the Austro-Hungarian 3rd Army was again deployed to the Eastern Front.

After a winter of rearmament, the Russians regained a certain amount of vitality.

In mid-March, the Russian army was divided into three heavy groupings, the northern, the central and the southern fronts, and launched an offensive on the long defense line of more than 1,200 kilometers held by the German-Austrian forces. The Austro-Hungarian army, under the instructions of the crown prince, resisted on one side and retreated on the other, all the way from the line of the South Bug River to the line from the Dniester to the Prut River, and built a strong defensive line along the two major rivers.

What he meant was to take advantage of the difficult logistical supply of the Russian army, and then launch a counterattack after consuming the supplies of the Russian army.

Anyway, it is not to give the Russians a chance to break through.

On the Moldavian front, which was relatively quiet, the Russians focused their offensive on western Ukraine. The Austro-Hungarian side was unwilling to face the Russian attack alone, giving up all the gains made last year and retreating.

In October 1915, General Elymore commanded the Austro-Hungarian 2nd Army even to the outskirts of Kiev, and now the long-awaited victory on the Eastern Front seemed to be fading away once again.

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