While Veronica was playing the violin unwillingly, Seryosha was desperately pulling the rope with his comrades.

"Keep it up!" The secretary yelled, "Turn this damn body over!" ”

Seryosha heard Myshka muttering, "Why are we doing such a damn thing, you can see that the guy inside is not saved, right?" I was hit in the crotch, and it happened to be the cockpit, and you see those mechanical structures, all of them were blood, and it was impossible to survive, right? ”

Without waiting for Seryosha to answer, the roar of the secretary general's anger overshadowed the whispers of the soldiers: "Don't speak! Do your job! What do you do with so much nonsense? ”

Seryosha could only keep his mouth shut and continue to follow everyone's instructions.

Finally, the body was turned over, and all the Russian soldiers who were pulling the rope fell into the snow in one go, and Mishka was more unlucky, his head touched a bag on the stone, and he picked up the stone in anger and smashed it the tree.

Seryosha sat up, sitting on the ground mixed with snow and black mud, watching the magicians fiddle with the steel plates on the front of the magician armor under the light provided by the hand-cranked generator.

"That mark on the front armor," said Myshka, who had stopped sulking at the stones, to Seryosha, "could it be the mark of the post-Amur Magister brigade who camped with us last night?" ”

Seryosha narrowed his eyes and stared at the sign for a few seconds, then said, "Indeed, it's that sign." The logos of the general Senhime troops are not too different from each other, and it is difficult to see the difference, but I have an impression of this symbol. ”

Mishka smacked her lips, then poked Seryosha: "Look at our Glisha, listening to us with your ears pricked up!" If this is the he slept with last night......"

"Shut up!" Grigory glared angrily at Myshka, "First of all, they're war wives, not wives!" Secondly, I'm going to hear what you two are saying here anyway. If you bastard have a little compassion and conscience, shut your mouth and honestly give the deceased a little dignity. ”

"He's right," Seryosha said to Myshka, "and without the Warrior Girls to drive the Polish Warriors away, we would probably have to meet the Polish Warriors head-on, and then perhaps we would all be dead." So it's better to keep some respect for these girls. ”

Mishka pursed her lips and said no more.

Seryosha turned his gaze to the armor again, and he saw that the technicians had removed the locks from the front of the magic armor and began to try to pry open the slightly deformed frontal armor.

The work quickly paid off, and the armor was pried open, revealing the cockpit inside.

Seryosha subconsciously turned his face away, and then he heard Grigory whisper: "Dalia ......"

Mishka said to Grigory: "Don't you run over and cry emotionally? ”

Grigory glared at Myshka, but did not move, and he watched with a sad look as the body of the battle queen named Daria was carried out of the cockpit, but did nothing else.

Seryosha heard someone behind him muttering softly, "It's miserable." ”

"The ass is all smashed."

"This baby can't play with bang bang anymore."

Seryosha stared at Grigory's side face and noticed that he was biting his lip.

The chaplain shook the Orthodox cross in his hand and walked slowly around Daria's corpse. His prayer voice was so low that Seryosha couldn't hear what he was saying, only the last Amen was particularly clear. Taking this as a signal, the stretcher bearers lifted the stretcher containing Daria's body and climbed onto the truck under the watchful eyes of everyone.

This is a treatment that only the war concubines can enjoy, and if Seryosha and them die, they will only be buried on the spot.

After the truck left, Grigory whispered, "Daria already has a boyfriend, and she called her boyfriend's name when she did it with me last night." ”

This time, Mishka, who had been buried in Grigory, just reached out and patted Grigory's shoulder gently, before Mishka was influenced by pan-humanism, Grigory and Mishka were actually good buddies, but at that time they were real children and did not understand the difference between Cossacks and Farmers. Even without panhumanism, Mishka and Grigory would eventually go their separate ways.

While Seryosha was thinking about this, Myshka said: "Aren't all women like this, think of the train that brought us from Vishchensk to Belarus, and the ladies who came to visit their husbands on board were not also in a heated fight with the officers who led the cars, and when they arrived at the station to see their husbands, they did not have the straw in their clothes!" But they all became good women who loved their husbands madly, and their husbands, despite chirping with the daughter of the landlord near the station, also became good husbands who loved their wives dearly, both men and women, and each other. ”

"I've heard that the Orientals don't do that." "Their women are reserved. ”

"That must be very boring." Mishka shrugged, "It's good that we're Russians, and it's good that Russian women are so unrestrained." ”

At this time, the secretary shouted again: "All right, unless you want to sleep in this snow, move and go back to the camp!" Or if you want to stay and help the Wizard Craftsman, I'm not against it. ”

Seryosha glanced at the magic armor lying on the ground, and the magic craftsmen were inspecting the part of it that had been shot.

"They're not going to want to fix this one and put another warlord girl in for driving, right?" Mishka whispered, "If it were me, I would never have sat on such an unlucky machine." ”

"Even if they don't repair it and use it directly, they will dismantle the parts and use them on other magic armor," Seryosha shrugged, "It's better to make one person unlucky than to make all the magic armor that uses this machine unlucky, right?" ”

Mishka pursed his lips and continued to express his opinion, but Seryosha didn't have the heart to continue listening, he looked at Grigory who was walking quickly in front of a person, and the infantry who came out of the entire Tatar village knew that Grigory slept with a warrior concubine of the Amur Demon Brigade last night, and now looking at Grigory's stinky face, everyone roughly understood what was going on, so everyone stayed away from Grigory and didn't want to set themselves on fire.

Gregory has a little bit of Turkish ancestry, which was passed down from his great-grandfather's generation. His grandfather took part in the Russo-Turkish war and brought back a beautiful Turkish woman, and after his return, the elder Merekhov built his new home in the village, and his exploits allowed him to obtain the right to reclaim a large area of wasteland, which he cultivated carefully, and lived a peaceful life.

But then there was an outbreak of plague among the livestock of the entire Vishensk, and the animals died in droves. The Cossacks of the Tatar village believed that this was all a calamity caused by the Turkish witches, and they stormed the house of Merekhov to drag the Turkish witch out and burn her. At first, Gregory's grandfather was restrained, and he could only watch his pregnant wife being dragged out and pushed down in the yard to endure punches and kicks. Suddenly her wife was bleeding from her lower body, and old Merkhov finally broke free, and he broke free from six Cossack boys by himself, rushed into the house, tore off the saber from the wall that had fought with him in Turkey, and rushed to the Cossacks in his yard.

Old Merykhov cut down two men and drove the others out of his yard, and then went back to check on his wife's condition. He found his wife in premature birth and his son lying in blood. After seeing his wife dying in her arms, the elder Mairekhoff gave his son to his mother to raise and serve his sentence alone. By the time he returned from prison, his son had grown up enough to ride a horse. The little guy had a handsome face, and everyone said that when he grew up, he would snatch the souls of all the young girls in the village.

From then on, the handsome, wealthy and warlike Mairekhov family took root in the Tatar villages, and the bloodline continued to the Gregorian generation. Gregory's father, Pangeret, took all the medals of the Tsar in the last war, and it is said that the emperor had an impression of him.

Grigory also inherited his father's good warfare, and the Cossacks said that he could subdue an adult black bear with his bare hands, and basically no one except Mishka would trouble Grigory.

So everyone privately thinks that Mishka is actually quite buddy with Gregory, and if someone else always responds to Grigory like this, he would have been flattened a long time ago.

Of course, Seryosha would not have told either of these parties - neither would the others.

However, this was the first time Seryosha had seen Grigory so depressed, and in Seryosha's memory, Grigory always smiled cheerfully, and used his smile to fascinate the girls of the village.

This is probably the embodiment of what the old guys who have experienced the war always say "become a real man".

Seryosha tried to remember the face of that Daria, but found that he could no longer remember.

He only remembered that there were two bars on the sleeves of Daria's military uniform, one thick and one thin, which meant that she was a second-class war concubine, and her appearance was definitely not the same, but Seryosha couldn't remember what she looked like.

This is very strange, men's eyeballs are always lightly caught by beautiful girls, and their brains always want to imprint the expressions of beautiful girls firmly in their memories, and Seryosha is no exception.

Maybe it's because the scene just now was so brutal and impactful that I could only recall the bloody corpse?

Seryosha sighed and stopped thinking about it.

Daria is already dead, and this little episode is behind us, so maybe it's not a bad thing to forget. The dead let them pass, and the living still have things to do.

While Seryosha figured it out, Mishka kicked Grigory.

There was a whistle all around immediately, and it was clear that everyone hated the dull atmosphere that seemed to envelop the whole world, and couldn't wait to break it.

"What are you doing!" Mishka yelled at Gregory, "That's not your girl!" It makes everyone depressed with you! It's so fucking infuriating, what's the matter, unconvinced? Come on, come and fight me! ”

Grigory roared angrily and threw himself at Myshka, who had been a farmer in the Cossack circle for a few days, and was more agile than the average farmer, and he lowered his head, dodged Grigory's sweeping fist, and then crashed into Grigory's arms, trying to knock Gregory down. But Grigory's tall body resisted the impact, and he in turn picked up Mishka and threw him out.

Grigory followed and pounced, but he missed and was ridden by Mishka. The two of them kept rolling on the ground and scuffling together.

The Cossacks had already fried the pot, and all of them gathered around, shouting loudly and cheering for both sides.

If it weren't for the secretary's sudden roar, they would have had to start a gambling game to bet on the outcome of the two.

This was the first conscripted Cossacks in the Tatar villages, and the last full-fledged brawl in a crowd.