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Russia...... No, it's the Siberian winter that seems to have no end in sight. It snows every day and almost never stops.

At least since Yu Wenyuan came to Siberia, the snow in the sky seems to have not stopped, the snow on the ground is thicker and thicker day by day, and the same air is getting colder day by day.

The so-called front line is a Russian town that Yu Wenyuan can never pronounce correctly, and most of the people in the town have evacuated with the Russian army, and most of the buildings in the town have been burned.

"Leave nothing for the French!"

Almost ninety years ago, when Napoleon attacked Russia, the Russians said this, and now, it's just that the phrase "France" has become "China", and they did exactly that - before retreating, the Russians set fire to all the houses, the barns, they burned almost everything. So much so that when the army arrived, all that remained of a half-burned church in a town of only a few dozen houses - its walls had not fallen.

Although the Russians did not leave even a single intact building, the sappers of the Northeast Army did a great job - they cut down the forest near the town with gasoline saws, sawed the wood with electric circular saws, and then built wooden houses in the town, which became the closest "luxury hotel" to the front line this winter - with heating and hot meals. But not everyone can enjoy it, and no one even wants to enjoy it, because that's how the wounded are treated.

For Yu Wenyuan and his comrades, they could only huddle in bunkers on the side of the front-line trenches, where food, blankets, ammunition and other supplies were placed by the frozen soil walls. The "cellars" were full of weapons and ammunition, and the people were crammed between the provisions—all of them, according to the experience of winter warfare, were stockpiling supplies that could be used for three months, and no one knew whether the logistics would be interrupted by a heavy snowfall.

In the Siberian winter, the worst enemy is not the Russians, but the winter itself. The most advantageous weapon is not the rifle in the hands of the soldiers, but the abundant provisions.

In fact, the Siberian winter is not suitable for combat, at least not for the operation of large corps, it is more of a confrontation, an infiltration operation between the trenches, and the soldiers guarding the trenches are some in the trenches, some are in the crowded "cellars", although the "cellars" are extremely supportive, but for the soldiers, it is a place that can shelter from the wind and snow, they either have to play cards in the "cellars", or chat there, and there are others, they can read, It is written by dim candlelight or oil lamps, in short, this "cellar" is like a villa on the battlefield for the soldiers, a place for them to rest and recuperate.

As for the soldiers who were on guard in the trenches, they were not as comfortable as their comrades in the "cellars", and from time to time they breathed at their fingers so that their fingers were not too stiff to pull the trigger - there were people whose fingers were so frozen that they could not pull the trigger.

The snow began to fall heavier and heavier, and the weather was getting colder and colder. Although the soldiers' military uniforms and military boots are very cold-proof, but for these soldiers from Jiangnan, this weather is undoubtedly a kind of torture, almost every soldier has frostbite on his face, in order to keep warm, the soldiers in the trenches, even wrap the towel under the steel helmet, even so, the cold wind is still like a piercing steel knife.

"Really, what a fucking cold ......"

couldn't stop snorting towards the palm of his hand, and when he looked at the position of the Russians in the distance, Ding Zifeng even had an illusion that his eyelids were about to freeze.

Cold, almost the only feeling he felt after coming to the front line, once upon a time, he still felt that the winter in Jiangnan was too wet, and now, if he could, he dreamed of returning to Jiangnan, where the winter was too wet, but here it was dry and cold, and it could freeze to death.

"What the hell, this, this broken place, give, give it to Lao Tzu, don't want it, you, you fucking back, what are you still guarding......"

Scolded like this, in Ding Zifeng's opinion, this is not worth it, fighting here, leaving the railway for dozens of miles, not freezing to death, or starving to death, this Siberia looks so big, but in fact, it can be used to fight in the place of war, and now, it is such a big place, the Russians and them are fighting each other across the trenches with three layers inside and three layers outside, all day long you go back and forth with rifles, shells, occasionally, both sides will send soldiers in the snow nearly a foot deep, to attack each other, In fact, marching in that kind of snow, clumsy soldiers are almost equal to enemy targets.

However, all this seems to have nothing to do with Ding Zifeng and others, who have never experienced war since they came to the front line, and even the Russian artillery shells have never hit. But this does not mean that there are no traces of war here, in fact, around the trenches are rows of craters. If you look closely, you can notice that the craters in the snow resemble some large, beautiful flowers, the center of the crater looks like a dark brown flower center, and then around the crater there are some lines that look like petals, first brown, then slowly fade until they turn white. Some of the longer craters have been covered in snow again, making the shape of the crater another strange "decoration" of the battlefield.

When Ding Zifeng complained that it was not worth it, some sappers in the trench carried wooden planks through the trench. Then a sergeant major in a white coat walked up to them. glanced at Ding Zifeng and the others, and then continued:

"Unload everything here, and the sappers have to prepare a shelter here, which will take about an hour to complete."

Suddenly, at this moment, a huge explosion startled everyone. On the right, they saw a yellow flash, and then a large area of dirt and stones flew up, and the flying dirt and stones flew straight into the air like a fountain about 10 meters into the air, and in the explosion, the earth crumbled into the trench and landed on the steel helmets of the warriors with a crisp sound.

"Damn it! These clods of dirt are harder than any stone. ”

After that explosion, a continuous burst of explosions was suddenly heard. The sergeant major only glanced at him, and then said:

"It's the Russians."

As his words fell, the air was filled with the concussions of the explosion. It sounds like these shells fell about three or four hundred meters to their left.

"The Russians only fire when they attack, maybe they are going to attack."

With a sudden explosion in a row and a shrill whistling sound like a cat's meow, the warriors who were hiding from the cold wind in the bunker hurriedly threw away the northeast in their hands, lowered their bodies and rushed out of the bunker to the trench, looking around anxiously. The air around them seemed to freeze suddenly.

"Don't be afraid, brothers, this is the 107mm cannon we are hiding behind, you listen to this rhythm, almost a row of shells for more than a minute, we are now shooting at the Russians to capture their shells, including artillery, and also capture their ......"

The rumbling cannon sound began again, and although Ding Zifeng and the others now knew what it was, each of them was still very nervous.

As the shelling progressed, the surrounding air shook again, and the fighters within the fighters could hear the sound of artillery firing all around. The artillery behind them was firing non-stop, and in front of the fighters, the sound of the machine gun was getting closer and closer. The fighters had already heard it, and now the explosions of those Russian shells sounded rhythmic.

"The Russians may be coming up, brethren get ready."

Yu Wenyuan shouted, and opened the hammer of the Binjiang-style pistol in his hand, when he first came here, he still used a Smith and Wesson-style pistol, but now he has replaced it with a powerful semi-automatic pistol.

"His uncle, this one can finally open today......"

"But no, I'm tired of waiting for a long time......"

Maybe it was because they hadn't fought the Russians since they came to the front, maybe they were eager to show themselves in front of the brothers of the Northeast Army, or maybe it was to vent their inner tension, and when the sound of artillery became more and more urgent, the soldiers in the trenches vented their words to their heart's content.

Suddenly, another deafening cannon salvo interrupted the conversation of the fighters, and unlike the last time, this time the shells were closer, and the fighters instinctively shrank their heads and closed their eyes. Ding Zifeng was about to speak, but an explosion that was different from their cannon reached the trench, followed by another explosion after a sharp whistling.

Unlike the previous explosions, which were far apart, this one was closer, almost directly into the trenches, and the shock wave lifted the soldiers directly off the ground. A huge wave of air staggered them, and then a rain of rocky clods of earth and ice crashed down on the warriors.

The fighters who were still venting loudly immediately lay on the ground, no one said a word, and even some soldiers threw their guns aside while dodging the shelling, and then the shells that fell, not just one, but one cannon after another, and the trench was instantly engulfed in gunsmoke.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of the sky cracking next to him, and one side of the trench next to the soldiers was blown down. It all happened so quickly that they didn't even have time to hide. At the moment of falling down, Yu Wenyuan saw that a soldier was blown apart and fell to the edge of the trench where they were. Every soldier lay dead under the trenches, and not one had the strength or courage to stand up.

In the smoke of the trenches, the extreme horror made one of the soldiers shout even louder:

"I'm not a soldier anymore, I'm not a soldier, I'm going home! Kill me! I want to ...... back."

In the next moment, the frightened shouts abruptly stopped, and there was no more sound, and the people seemed to understand what had happened to him.

A few minutes later, the shelling ended, and when the smoke was about to dissipate, through the smoke, Yu Wenyuan saw clearly the trench that had been blown up and deformed, and on the edge of the half-collapsed trench, Yu Wenyuan saw the body of a soldier who had been killed by a shell. Witnessing death for the first time, he quickly glanced at it - it was a gruesome scene, his steel helmet covering his face, his heavy winter coat wrapped around his body that had been completely distorted by the explosion, and one of his legs, perhaps two, had been blown away. Another body lay in a pile of rubble not far from him. The Russian shell must have landed right where the two men were hiding......

"Casualties reported by class......"

The war did not leave Yu Wenyuan too much time to adapt to death, he just relied on his studies in the military academy, and first counted the casualties of his platoon as soon as possible after the shelling, and after a few seconds, the casualty figure was determined, and in this round of shelling, his platoon lost nearly 20% of its combat effectiveness - four soldiers were killed and seven were wounded, two of whom needed to be evacuated.

The battle has not yet begun, and the fact that he has lost nearly two percent of his combat effectiveness makes Yu Wenyuan's mood feel uncomfortable, but what makes him feel fortunate is that the Russians did not attack immediately, in fact, after that round of shelling, until the evening, the Russians neither fired nor attacked, and the battlefield once again returned to the previous silence, and when the sun set, Yu Wenyuan ushered in reinforcements in his trenches, six reinforcements, this is the attrition number he reported, The timely arrival of the reinforcements made him feel a little dull, and he finally saw some sunshine, at least it showed that they were not ostracized, and what he was most worried about before was the continuous casualties of the troops, without any replenishment, and now it seems that all this is superfluous.

"Report to the chief, my name is Ning Ping!"

"Report to the chief, my name is Li Cunxin......"

……

In the report of the six people, Yu Wenyuan noticed that their salute was different from the British military salute used by the Jiangsu Army, it seemed to be a military salute in the northeast, and they had different ranks, both the most ordinary private, and a corporal, in fact, he also lost a corporal.

"You were recruited there!"

"Report sir, I'm in Liaoning!"

"Jilin" ......

Without exception, the six supplementary soldiers were all recruited and trained in the northeast, although it is impossible to understand why the headquarters did not take the opportunity to suppress the "guest army", but the six supplementary soldiers in front of Yu Wenyuan made Yu Wenyuan understand a fact -- for the headquarters, there is no so-called Northeast Army, Jiangsu Army, and any other army, some are only Chinese troops, since they are all Chinese troops, then everyone is undoubtedly equal.

"It seems that what the emperor said at the beginning is indeed not a joke!"

Thinking of the emperor's remarks published in the newspaper that "all armies will be treated equally, and there will be no more distinction between the Northeast and the Beiyang", the additional troops in front of him are undoubtedly proving all this, Yu Wenyuan, who is extremely relieved, said to the soldiers in front of him with a smile.

"Okay, welcome to your arrival, from now on, this is your home, brothers together, work hard, defeat Lao Maozi, and win glory for the country and the nation!" (To be continued.) )