"Your name is Ding San?" The old monkey squinted at the sniper he had just been assigned to.

Around him was a group of veterans, lounging or sitting on the edge of the ruins.

Some wore steel helmets crookedly, while others simply wore cotton hats.

They were all dirty, and two of them were eating the white bread with their big black hands.

The baked yellowish dough was grabbed by these two pairs of claws, and immediately turned black.

They were looking at Ding San, and Ding San was also looking at them.

This group of people is more like bandits than soldiers.

At least in the Ming army, they were considered outliers.

Being assigned to such a team, I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky.

"Uh-huh!" Ding San gave an answer that was very rich in Liaodong characteristics.

"Liaodong?"

"Uh-huh!"

"From the north?" A veteran held a gun and looked at the skinny little Ding San.

"Uh-huh!"

"What battles have you fought?"

"The Battle of Smolensk." Ding San didn't seem to be used to saying so many words at once, and his eyes were a little fluttering when he spoke.

"Company commander, you don't look like a ruthless person."

"It's not like it's fooling us!"

"Eighty percent, this little physique is about the same height as a sniper rifle."

"He's a strange gun, it seems to be a lot bigger than our sniper rifles."

"Company commander, do you have anything to eat?" Ding San's eyes finally refocused, looking at the old monkey like the bandit leader.

"Didn't you get dry food at the military station when you came?" The old monkey smoked a cigarette and looked at Ding San impatiently through the smoke.

The Ming army will be hungry, that's the joke.

Only those yellow-haired people will starve, including the allied Russians of the Ming Dynasty.

In the words of the old monkey, the pigs don't eat what they eat.

This thing was not tried, because the Russians saw that the pigs would be eaten alive.

"I ate at the station, and I took what I ate.

But on the way, I met a yellow-haired man I met in Smolensk, and I gave him all the food.

He's starving! Ding San kicked the broken bricks on the ground with his foot.

"Stupid or not! Hundreds of thousands of people, you can feed them?

Their emperors don't support them, can you afford them? ”

"The kid has a good heart."

"Don't be reluctant to shoot Huang Maozi for a while!"

"Hehehe!"

Hearing Ding San's words, a group of veterans laughed "he" and "he".

Although it was an allied army, few people in the Ming army looked down on the Russians.

There are a lot of things that Ming soldiers play tricks on Russian officers!

The Russian army also has no choice, and even the stomach is barely full.

As for drinking clean and cool white open like the Ming army, it is simply impossible. In fact, the thirst of the Russian army is mainly quenched by eating snow.

"Why give it to them?" As soon as the old monkey spoke, many of the veterans stopped talking.

The feeling of entering the bandits' den is getting stronger and stronger!

"In Smolensk, he saved my life. I didn't expect to meet him here. ”

"It's nothing to eat in one bite, and it's not easy to remember other people's problems. You're kind of a sentient person, too!

Who's ...... that!

Ergazi, get two flatbreads. Belch...... Take another can of canned food, beef.

Since they are divided, they will be their own brothers from now on.

You birdmen, don't think about bullying people, don't you hear me. ”

After the old monkey finished speaking, he glanced left and right.

"No!"

One by one, the veterans promised to make promises.

The company had been in Tsaritsyn for five days, and at first it was on the front line, and only yesterday it was withdrawn to rest.

A battle was fought, and the whole company suffered 16 casualties.

This casualty ratio can be regarded as the smallest in the whole division.

In this company, the most casualties are the new recruits.

Therefore, veterans generally don't take recruits very seriously.

God knows, the guy who was alive yesterday will be a broken corpse tomorrow.

Dying a living person is not the same as dying an acquaintance.

Therefore, the veterans in the company are reluctant to deal with new recruits.

"Here you go, there's hot soup over there and scoop it yourself." A guy with black paws handed Ding San two pieces of dough cakes.

The guy in charge of the quartermaster also threw Ding San a bottle of canned beef.

Ding San didn't dislike it, he opened the can himself, took the rice pot and went to the hot pot to scoop a pot of soup.

A mouthful of canned food, a mouthful of flatbread, and a sparse meal with hot soup.

After a while, beads of sweat appeared on my head.

There were three companies in the battalion, one of which was all Mongol. The other company is almost all new recruits, and if you want to say that you can fight, the old monkey company is the company.

But the most uncomfortable thing for the big guy is that they are all Han family members, but they want to call it the Mongolian battalion.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, an order came from above, to go up the whole company.

", you were beaten and pulled in the morning?" The old monkey looked at the command and cursed angrily.

Picking up the Aka rifle, the old monkey stood up and greeted, "Let's go!" Go to work. ”

The veterans scolded and picked up their rifles, and did not walk lazily behind the old monkey in a group.

"Help me brush the basin, I'll use it when I get back." Ding San looked at the unfinished broth, hurriedly fished out two bones and gnawed them clean, and put the rice bowl on the stone in front of the cooking class.

"Good!"

The cooking class agreed, and put Ding San's rice bowl into a large pile of rice bowls.

Some rice bowls have names on them, and some don't. All of them were neatly laid out on the case, and there were two or three hundred of them.

The Han people are still very taboo about death, and no one wants to eat with the rice bowl of the dead.

Ding San held a sniper rifle and followed at the back of the line.

A sniper team was supposed to have two people, but now he was alone.

However, the sniper rifle on Ding San's back was the most advanced sniper rifle.

The so-called advanced, it is because the caliber of this rifle has increased, becoming 12.7 mm.

The caliber is larger, and the firing range naturally becomes longer.

The original sniper rifle was 7.62 mm, which was the same caliber as the Acre rifle.

The firing distance is almost more than 300 meters, and at most 400 meters.

If you can hit a target 600 meters away, you are a marksman.

However, this 12.7 mm large-caliber sniper rifle is different, with a huge muzzle velocity brought by the increased caliber, which can easily harvest lives from a distance of 600 meters.

A few more skilled shooters have also successfully hunted targets from a distance of 900 meters.

This sniper rifle is only issued to experienced snipers who shoot more than 50 people.

Ding San was one of the first 100 snipers to be issued with this sniper rifle.

The only downside to this sniper rifle is that it's a bit heavy.

For a person like Ding San, who is not very strong, it is simply a burden.

Ding San, who was moving forward with a load, quickly followed the team for two or three kilometers and came to their defense area.

This is a factory area where I don't know how many shells fell, but this is supposed to be a factory.

About a kilometer away, there was the position of the Mongol company.

It was a building made of reinforced concrete, and the Russians called him the Pavlov Building.

It is said to be the name of a scientist who studied the dog ryu harazi!

No one knows what to study about the dog.

However, this building is really sturdy, and the 120-millimeter shells have not collapsed after more than a dozen rounds.

The sound of gunfire was sparse over there, and it seemed that an attack was over, and the two sides began to fire boringly at each other again.

The significance of such mutual firing and demonstration is far greater than the actual significance.

It is estimated that the soldiers on both sides felt that they could go home after running out of bullets.

"It's just snowing, and I'm fucking looking under my feet. If you really don't want to fight, you can go back if you break your foot. ”

Landmines are the most hated weapon for soldiers, especially on this kind of ground that has just snowed.

God knows, which raised snow pack has a mine underneath.

The only way to do this is to walk around all the bumps in the snow.

Ding San walked cautiously on the snow, begging the gods and Buddhas in his heart not to let himself step on a landmine.

He is nineteen years old and does not want to spend his days on crutches.

It is clear that the Ming and French armies fought here repeatedly.

There are many bumps on the snow, all in the shape of people.

Walking to the boiler room, Ding San felt that this place was good.

After picking two sentences, the corpse stepped on and walked onto the small platform in the boiler room.

As soon as my feet stepped on the platform, I heard a "boom", followed by a terrible scream.

Someone stepped on a mine!

About 100 meters away from him, there was a Ming soldier who was rolling in the snow and screaming.

Blood splattered from his legs, staining the nearby snow red.

Snow white and blood red, dazzling in the sun.

Ding San just came and didn't know this person.

But he knew that this man was quite unlucky.

His body kept rolling on the snow, and two mines were fired in succession.

A good person was stunned and was blown up more than two meters high.

The body was also blown into several pieces!

The larger bodies landed on the mines, then were blown into smaller pieces until they were shattered.

Ding San took a deep breath, just now he wanted to climb to the coal pile through that place.

On the battlefield, life and death are a matter of thought.

A group of Ming soldiers rushed over in front of them, and the injured people were not cared for at all, and they ran back on one leg.

The old monkey turned blue with anger, and pounced on the officer who took the lead and gave him a mouthful.

"Damn, run away, Lao Tzu killed you."

"The company commander was killed, the brothers were killed and wounded, and only these people remained.

Sir, let us go. We don't want to fight, we all have to die......!

It's all ......! ”

There was no more, and the old monkey pulled out the box cannon and shot him three times in the head.

The head was directly shattered, and the body lay backwards and fell to the ground.

The Ming soldiers behind raised their guns in fright, and the old monkey raised his hand and fired two shots at the sky.

The muzzles of a hundred and ten black holes were aimed at each other, and these routs were routed.

"Don't move, put down your gun."

"Whoever moves kills whom!"

"You, fuck you down your gun."

"Dog's day, it's still there."

Several veterans rushed over and smashed them with the butts of their guns.

The recruits were smashed and cried wolf, holding their heads and being beaten by the veterans, and they didn't dare to fight back at all.

"Put away their ammunition and let them go. Bastard!

Get ready for battle! ”

The lazy veterans seem to have changed all of a sudden.

They quickly stripped the routs of their ammunition and found their bunkers.

Ding San had already climbed to the roof of the boiler room, and he could see clearly when he stood tall.

These veterans were different from other recruits, and they were divided into groups of three.

Everyone is about six or seven meters apart, or one in front and two in the back. Or maybe two in the front and one in the back!

Viewed from above, the veterans formed triangular battle groups on the ground.

Nearby, the grenadiers hid in a ditch.

Looking at it from the horizon, you can't see anything.

Farther away, mortars were arranged behind a ruined building.

The observation post was lying on the edge of the ruins with white sheets, holding binoculars.

The old monkey seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and Ding San looked for it twice but couldn't see where the old guy was.

All of this was done in three minutes.

As soon as the Ming army was arranged, a dull explosion was heard in the distance.

Soon, you can see the beautiful buttons on the French soldiers' bodies reflecting the sunlight.

This is to die, and to go to the battlefield and make it so fancy. Are you afraid that the enemy will not be able to aim accurately?

The French rushed quickly, and their artillery was left behind.

Soon, more than two dozen French soldiers crashed headlong into the half-moon-shaped pocket of the Ming army.

It's close, it's close.

Ding San couldn't help but want to shoot, but the veterans still didn't shoot.

They were all draped in white sheets, lying motionless in the snow.

Until the French soldiers rushed to a distance of more than fifty meters, the veterans seemed to receive orders at the same time.

The first gunshot rang out almost in unison, and blood flowed from the French soldiers' bodies.

The man who fell to the ground in a short time!

A few French soldiers who were lucky enough to escape either fell down and returned fire, or ran to find cover.

Ding San is a little strange, if he changes to another unit.

Mortars and grenadiers were the first to fire, then machine guns. Shoot with a rifle at the end!

This is the standard procedure for the Ming army to deal with the enemy's attack!

But the people in this company are obviously different from other troops.

However, Ding San also admitted that they were more effective and more concealed in doing so.

Because, the machine-gun positions were not exposed. Mortar positions, and grenadiers were also not exposed.

There were four or five French soldiers alive, and they all quickly found cover and fired at the Ming army.

The Ming army still did not use heavy weapons, not even machine guns.

The veterans tacitly found the root of the wall, or lay on the edge of the ruins. Only a few people were in charge of shooting at those French soldiers!

Soon, the large forces of the French arrived.

About a company of French soldiers rushed along the small square in the factory.

The shiny buttons on their bodies still dazzled, and they looked like golden people from afar.

The French army was cautious, and they did not rush to rescue the besieged people. Rather, it was observed from a distance!

Seeing that there were only a few Ming soldiers shooting at them, he suddenly became bolder.

Several French soldiers began to trot in this direction, shouting something in French as they ran.

The French soldiers who were surrounded also replied loudly.

Perhaps it was learned that the Ming army on the opposite side did not have machine guns or heavy firearms such as mortars.

The French army became bolder, and the officer at the head waved his hand. About a platoon of French soldiers forced in an attacking formation.