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"Truce!"

The morning light was dim, and the piercing morning wind blew against the chest wall of the observation post, blowing Li Long's eyes, and the bitter cold made him cry and unable to look.

The armistice was signed!

An hour ago, the command from the phone had made it clear to everyone.

The war is over!

Who is the winner?

If it is in the rear, maybe there will be a lot of people who care about this issue, and people will discuss what we have gained in this war, in short, for the people in the rear, what they care about is always so simple, they care about victory, they care about getting, but all this, for the soldiers who have been fighting for ten months, they have never cared.

For the fighters at the front, they no longer even care about victory as much as they did at the beginning, ten months of conquest is enough to exhaust the most tenacious fighters, ten months, for the people in the rear, is just a short period of more than three hundred days and nights, but for the fighters of the front, it is a test of life and death again and again.

Ten months ago, Li Long was just a recruit, and he only carried the rank of first-class soldier on his collar, but now he is already a sergeant, and even an acting platoon commander of the sergeant, just half a month ago, he was ordered to supplement the 113th Division, which was a unit that once belonged to the Beiyang Army, and he was surrounded by a group of southerners - this is a troop from Zhejiang, and what they say is a mouthful of Zhejiang dialect, as a platoon commander Li Long, if his subordinates say it quickly, he can't even understand what they are saying, of course, This is much better than his comrades-in-arms who were transferred to the 115th Division -- it was a unit from Guangdong, and those Cantonese soldiers spoke Cantonese that outsiders could not understand at all, and in the 113th Division, many times, he could guess, but in the 115th Division, let alone guess, even if it was blind, it was not right, so that they even needed a translator.

This is the reality, China is too big, there are too many dialects, and it is precisely because of this that he realized why in the national schools, they need to learn pronunciation, need to change the Tuyin Tuyu into "Chinese Zhengyin", a country, must use the same language, as for the Tuyin Tuyu, at least in the army, it will have a very serious impact on the command.

It is precisely because of this that Li Long will require his soldiers to learn "Chinese Zhengyin", according to his words, as "a member of the imperial army, must learn "Chinese Zhengyin", and this is the pride of being a countryman, of course, his own "Chinese Zhengyin" is not necessarily standard, but soon, he found that compared to him, those Zhejiang soldiers learned "Chinese Zhengyin", it seems that they have more talent than him.

"There is a truce! Truce ......"

In the trenches, there were cheering soldiers, they jumped excitedly, jumped, even took off their thick coats despite the cold, jumped out of the trenches regardless of the danger, jumped in the snow, for the first time, they no longer had to worry about the bullets from the enemy, no longer had to bend over in the snow and struggle to attack as in the past, and then be killed by the enemy like clumsy animals.

Now, the war is over!

Soon they will be able to triumphantly, yes, they will return in triumph!

They have come here with the trust of their homeland, and now, they are about to return home in triumph, and they will return to their homeland with honor.

Looking at the smiling soldiers, Li Long did not stop them, and even he himself walked out of the trench along the ladder and came to stand in the snow, a hundred meters in front of them, it was the position of the Russians, compared to them, the positions of the Russians were not so jubilant, it seemed that the Russians were still adjusting to the news.

Looking at those faces, Li Long suddenly thought of his comrades-in-arms ten months ago, when the war broke out, and it was at this time that he suddenly realized a problem, he didn't seem to remember their appearance, and he couldn't even remember their names clearly.

Li Dan, Xu Li......

And now, when Li Long slowly remembered their names, he could no longer remember their faces, and when he turned his eyes to the comrades-in-arms around him, listening to them cheering there in his native dialect, he suddenly had an urge to cry, because he couldn't remember his former comrades-in-arms, only remembered that the faces under the steel helmets seemed to be the same, and their smiles seemed to be frozen in a certain moment.

"Ah Guo!"

Suddenly, at this time, a warrior in a white camouflage suit threw away the steel helmet on his head and ran into the snow, where he knelt and shouted loudly.

"We won, do you hear that? We won ......"

"Pillar and Beam ......"

"Vigorously"

One person began, more people shouted the names of their comrades, more knelt down, and the previous cheers changed completely at this time, and there was no more cheering, and almost everyone lost their closest comrades in this war.

At this time, the cheers were replaced by the sound of weeping, and at last, these comrades-in-arms who had survived a hundred battles began to cry loudly, and at this time, no one would accuse them of weakness, and no one would despise them for it.

When the reporters accompanying the army recorded this scene with their cameras, Li Long continued to walk forward, he walked to the middle line of the battle between the two armies, in the snow, he seemed to see a severed arm, this broken arm covered by ice and snow, it was impossible to distinguish whether it was Chinese or Russian, it just fell there alone,

In this icefield, which was covered with ice and snow, corpses could once be seen everywhere, and in the past less than a month, those troops who had been reinforced from the south, by order, attacked like madmen, they advanced all the way to Yekaterinburg, and at that time, they had only one conviction, to the west, to the west, all the way to the west.

Almost everyone, very well, knows very well that for every kilometer they fight to the west, then the country will have an extra kilometer in the future, this is the purest patriotic view, for officers, for many soldiers, they just obey the orders of the upper peak as soldiers, nothing more.

Here, from now on, is the land of China!

Standing on this ice field covered with ice and snow, Li Long suddenly had a sigh of emotion, and he even thought of himself, will he get his own military merit field here?

Of course, this is highly likely, for the southerners, this may just be an ice field, but for him, he knows that this seemingly cold snow field can be turned into a fertile farm, as long as you sweat enough!

"Sir, it's Chinese!"

In the Russian trenches, a soldier said to Besonov, almost instinctively, Besonov subconsciously wanted to pull out the Nagant revolver at his waist, but the next second, he realized the problem.

"There's a truce, hey, brethren, we can cheer too......"

Hurray, is there anything to cheer about?

Besongov found that there seemed to be no reason to cheer, because they were not the victors, although the content of the armistice was not yet known, but as a nobleman, he could guess that perhaps the future border between China and Russia was between these two fronts.

Compared with the Chinese who hailed the end of the war, the atmosphere on the Russians' positions was somewhat oppressive, and each of them knew very well that their war was not over, and that there was still a war waiting for them at home.

"What a damn bunch, if it weren't for them, we wouldn't have been defeated!"

In the trenches a soldier complained resentfully, it seems that for them, today everything is blamed on those rebels in the country, if it were not for their rebellion, they could have more reinforcements, millions of reinforcements, and in the end they would have drowned all the Chinese in Siberia like waves, but, it is precisely because of those rebels that they do not even have enough bullets for fighting, and even food is limited,

In short, all because of those rebels!

That's right!

It was those who brought Russia to defeat!

Of course, this was told to them by the officers, and for these former peasants, they could not understand why the so-called revolutionaries, in the middle of the war, would have launched a rebellion against the Tsar, but they knew perfectly well that if it had not been for their rebellion, perhaps it would not have developed to this point at all.

"Hello!"

When he walked to the front line of the Russians, Li Long stopped, he did not know Russian, so he only shouted at the Russians in Chinese, and those Russians were all holding guns, pointing their guns at him, as long as he gave an order, he was likely to be beaten into a sieve, but he himself did not know why he came here.

Perhaps, it was because he wanted to say a few words to his enemies, who he had never really come into contact with, even though he had killed them again and again.

"Hello!"

Besongov walked out of the trenches, he could not let these Chinese underestimate himself, he had to prove the courage of Russia!

As Besongov walked towards Li Long, they looked at each other, and for a moment, Besongov was a little envious of these Chinese—he was wearing a thick coat with a fur collar and looked very warm. It's not what they have, it's just a shabby coat.

"Hello!"

Although the words did not understand, the two people finally greeted with a handshake, and when they shook hands, in the Russian trenches, those Russian soldiers all looked at this Chinese in surprise, how dare he come alone? Did he take such a big risk just to come here and shake hands?

"I think I should come here and say hello!"

Li Long spoke in stiff English, and when he was in high school, he had studied English, and although he knew that Russians spoke Russian, at least it was a foreign language.

"Greetings?"

If it were someone else, you might not understand what he was saying, but for Besonov, who was born into the aristocracy, he grew up in England as a teenager - his grandmother was from England, and because of this, English was almost a second language for him.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Looking at this Russian who was half a head taller than himself, Li Long looked surprised, he had only studied English for three years, and although it was very stiff, Besonov could barely understand what he was saying.

"We've been fighting for a long time, and now we don't have to fight anymore, and I think we should be able to be friends......"

Li Long, who had spoken to the Russian in stiff English mixed with Chinese, seemed to remember something, and he took the kettle from his waist again, opened the lid, and the smell of wine came to his face.

As a sergeant, he had the privilege of being a commander, for example, according to the order, each soldier could receive two taels of sorghum wine a day, but not everyone drank it, so he kept the wine in the kettle, and now it was time to make friends with it.

As far as he knew, Russians, without exception, were fond of drinking.

Wine!

When the wind brought the smell of wine, Bessonov opened his eyes wide, looked at the Chinese in front of him, watched him take a sip of wine, and then said to himself.

"Friend!"

Besongov hesitated for a moment when the kettle was handed over, then took the kettle and said.

"Friend!"

After taking a sip of the spirit, Besonov immediately felt the choking smell of the liquor, which may taste different from vodka, but it is definitely a spirit, the favorite liquor of the Russians.

Almost all the soldiers in the trenches looked at the commander who was drinking and the bold Chinese, who had not drunk for a long time, they all swallowed their saliva and felt the sight around them, Li Long sent an invitation to a Russian soldier, and the Russian soldier who received the invitation did not refuse, almost immediately jumped out of the trench, took the kettle, and drank it in a big gulp.

"This Li Long ......"

In the trench, an officer cursed casually, and when he put down the binoculars, he commanded his subordinates,

"Let the brethren send a few ...... to the Russians Send twenty cases of wine over, people are now on our territory, they are our guests, we can't let others laugh at us for not knowing how to be hospitable, and ......"

After a pause, the officer commanded again.

"As for Li Long, tell him to report to the confinement room by himself when he comes back! He has to be locked up for three days! ”

Perhaps, for ordinary soldiers, they do not know the content of the armistice treaty, but as officers, they can learn the content of the armistice through some channels, these Russians are now guests, because the land they are standing on has been bought by China, but now the two sides do not carry out the handover, the transfer will be carried out by the officials sent by both sides, not between the armies, so this officer will have the idea of not making people laugh.

And the officer looked at the Russians who shouted "Ula" because of the wine he sent, and deep down, he could not help but sympathize with these people, for whom the war was not over at all, and there was still a war waiting for these Russians in the country...... (To be continued.) )