A red sun jumped out of the eastern horizon, shining brightly, and the morning glow was ten thousand ways.

Russian Private Menshak copied a Mosin Nagant M1891 rifle and lazily looked out at his barracks not far from the improvised outpost. It is located in the plain of the Prut River Basin, with no overly undulating terrain in a radius of more than ten kilometers, only the hill where it is more than 100 meters high; Therefore, the Russian army set up a lookout post on this hill, which can control a large area of land around zhì. Looking down from the top of this hill, the barracks and tents of the Russian army are dotted with surging earthy yellow people and all kinds of mules, horses and livestock; Several black cannons were mixed in, and the coldness and murderous meaning that belonged to metal made Menshak, who had just been conscripted into the army from the mountains of Central Siberia, open his eyes and his heart was surging.

"I envy those guys who have been sent to the front......" Menshak muttered to himself in some pain, looking at the waves of foot horses in the military camp in the distance that were marching southward. After several days of fighting, the news of the victory of the Russian army's rapid advance in Romania has spread like a plague throughout the Russian army units that are in desperate need of a victory. Under the deliberate propaganda of the officers, all the Russian soldiers knew that their army had won a great victory on the front: now Romania was like a rich man with only one breath left, and the Russian army could rush into his splendid mansion and plunder it with impunity!

Regarding the order to be sent to the front line to fight, all the divisions and brigades of the Russian army, which had been afraid of snakes and scorpions, were already fighting bravely at this moment, lest others take the lead if they were one step slower, and they could only drink the northwest wind. Naturally, Menshak was also ready to move. Prepare to go to the legendary place full of gold to grab money and food. Finally, I found a Peugeot Romanian girl to pour out her 19-year-old Yuanyang fire. As a matter of fact. This is also the main purpose of Menshak's service in the army. For Menshak, who grew up in the poor mountainous region of Central Siberia, he has no background or education, and under normal circumstances, he will not have any chance of making normal progress, and the ideal outcome is to learn a small trade, and then ensure that he can barely have the capital not to starve to death. As for marriage...... If you can find a pearl who doesn't know how many times she has received customers in the half-hidden door before the age of 40, and is willing to follow him, a poor bastard, it will already be a great luck for the lowest people in Russia like Menshak!

For this reason, Menshak is still at the age of a teenager who is not willing to be lonely. Soon after the outbreak of the war, he chose to enter the recruiting station, and with his natural and environmentally friendly 2.0 eyesight, he obtained a position as a lookout. However, to his frustration, he did not have a chance to get a piece of the pie in this meat-eating battle. Menshak's team belonged to the Russian 11th Army, and after the attack on Austria-Hungary in Bukovina was blocked, the commander of the army, General Karekin, ordered his 7th Siberian Army to turn east, bypass the section of the Austro-Hungarian army, and follow the rear of the 9th Army on the left flank into Romania to provide a flank barrier for friendly forces. In other words, this unit became the most tragic gatekeeper, and everyone else went out to drink and die in a drunken dream. But I can only nest at home and eat hard and moldy black bread!

"Buzz ......" a sound like flies suddenly sounded in Menshak's ears, and it lasted for a long time; He looked around in amazement. But I saw a small red and yellow dot appear in the northern sky. When he got closer, Menshak realized that it was a flying thing he had never seen before, with two sets of wide wings and a fan blade in front of it that rotated at high speed, just like the "airplane" that has always been said in the army!

"Bang bang bang!" Just as Menshak was fascinated by this flying machine that he had never seen before, the sudden and violent gunfire suddenly broke the calm of the early morning. The Russian soldiers on the ground opened fire into the sky one after another, and the dense fire seemed to be about to completely knock down this achievement of human conquest of the sky. Menschak reacted suddenly, something as complex and advanced as an airplane could only be built by a potentially clever German! With a thrill in his heart, he immediately raised his rifle and joined the group that shot at the sky.

Pilots in the sky seem to be well acquainted with this situation, and they fly at the right altitude to avoid direct rifle fire from the ground and observe the ground situation more effectively. After a while, the distant gunfire gradually thinned out, and it seemed that a large number of soldiers did not fire again; Menshak, who continued to shoot, was shocked and anxious, but the rifle in his hand was suddenly snatched away by someone, and then he received a heavy punch in the face!

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and Menshak, whose eyes were full of stars, was suddenly knocked to the ground; Before he could react, he received more than a dozen slaps in the face, each of which was heavy and loud. Menshak opened his eyes with difficulty, and a hideous and vicious face suddenly appeared in front of him, and the roaring spit star sprayed him directly:

"You bear stabbed idiot, don't you see the huge blue and white logos under the wings on both sides of the plane? That TMD is our own aircraft! The vicious halberd in the captain's uniform pointed into the air and roared loudly, and the loud sound shook Menshak's ears slightly, "Why do you newly recruited reptiles shoot into the sky like fools who are 100 times more mentally retarded than bears every time a plane passes overhead?" Is it so hard for an animal like you to tell the colors? Sue sù pig squeeze, if it really caused the plane crash of Yan zhòng, you can't afford to lose a piece of its paddle if you are sold as a container for faggets to vent! The more the captain spoke, the angrier he became, and when he picked up the rifle he had snatched from Menshak's hand, he smashed it so hard that the man in front of him hissed and wailed, and curled up into a rolling gourd.

Looking at the yellow, orange and orange bullet casings scattered on the ground, at least thirty or forty, the captain was instantly furious, and he was even more ruthless: "Look at how many precious bullets you have wasted on this idiot!" Do you know how much effort the Empire has put into equipping my 11th Army with rifle ammunition? How did the people in the recruiting department allow an idiot like you to enlist in the army? Yes, God, I really think you should be a slave like a cow and a horse, scavenging for food in the garbage heap and doing the menial work, so that you don't waste any of the empire's social wealth. From today, immediately deduct your income in rubles for three months, do you have an opinion? ”

Menshak was in severe pain, and he was bruised and bruised in many places, so he could only roll on the ground and keep shaking his head. The captain spat hatefully, slammed the gun at Menshak, and turned and strode away, as if he didn't want to see the guy again. Faintly, a vicious curse of extreme disdain came to the ears of Kinshak from afar: "These serf-born dogs and chickens are stupid and despicable, and they are completely dung machines that only consume arms resources!" I wish the Germans would show up here soon and slaughter all these livestock......"

After a long time, Menshak struggled to get up from the ground, feeling the sharp pain coming from all over his body, and his heart was full of shame and hatred. He cursed in a low voice at his commander, who had graduated from the CSKA Military Academy in Moscow, and the resentment in his heart had reached its peak: because of his background as a farmer, he had suffered all the discrimination and insults from those professional backgrounds in the army. Thinking of the leaflets distributed by the revolutionaries he had seen in the narrow alleys, Menshak secretly made up his mind that if he had the chance, he would definitely see the world of these rebels, and it would be impossible to participate in them!

The morning breeze was blowing, the clouds were floating, and under Menshak's hateful gaze, the biplane was always hovering over the nearby field. After a while, the humming in the sky suddenly showed signs of getting louder, and Menshak looked up, only to see another propeller-born flying machine in the western sky. Unlike the previous one, the new one has only a pair of wings and is smaller than the former. Even from a distance, Menshak could feel the dexterity and agility of its light body.

"When did the Empire have so many planes?" Menshak muttered with some surprise. However, a moment later, he saw an unbelievable picture: the wide and clumsy biplane suddenly turned to the side and rear like a cat and mouse, and the slender monoplane suddenly accelerated, rushing straight up at a speed several times faster than a horse!

"Da ......" A series of crisp machine gun fire suddenly resounded in the sky. But this time, it was no longer the Russian soldiers on the ground who saw the plane for the first time in their lives and shot into the sky regardless of it. With the tongue of fire at the nose of the monoplane spewing out, a thick black smoke suddenly rose from the fuselage of the plane in front of it, and the whole plane suddenly fell downward like an angel with broken wings!

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the blue-and-white biplane slammed into the ground, pieces of wood snapping and flying, flames curling high. Menshak watched this scene in amazement, and did not react for a long time. Looking up, the petrel-like plane flew right above his head. This time Menshak saw it clearly. The gray-blue body is sprayed with a wide black iron cross, and this symbol even Menshak, a novice who has just been robbed for a long time, understands that this is the logo of the German Empire, which is rumored to be miraculous in all departments of the Russian army!

"Germans!" Menshak's exclamation was drowned out by the roar of the engine. The wind blew his hair and clothes to hunt and inspire, but Menshak didn't care about any of this at the moment, and he had only one thought in his heart: how could the Germans be here? Doesn't it mean that this campaign will only face Austria-Hungary at most?

In the far west sky, a dense black dot has suddenly flown out. (To be continued......)

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