The old monkey finally had his own company again, and the veterans of Qingyishui did not have a single recruit.

However, this company, which was full of recruits, was pushed to the front line of Omeer.

In Shangguan's words, a slippery veteran oilman can bring out a group of soldiers after two battles.

It was so cold that if it weren't for the thick gloves, the old monkey's hands would stick to the binoculars.

In the snow not far ahead, two tents stood against the cold wind.

There was no smoke coming out of the chimney on the top of the tent. Nearby, there was not a single Ming army.

"With this thing, can you catch the enemy army that infiltrates you?"

Ding San wore a second lieutenant collar badge and hid in the ground with his sniper rifle.

It was so cold that the manhole was dug more than a meter deep underground. Coupled with the thick snow cover on the ground, it was much warmer than outside.

"Huh! Our regiment is catching them, these rabbits have been surrounded for four days, and the things they carry should have been eaten long ago.

That box of canned food is the best bait. ”

Rabbit is the name given by the Ming army to the Italian army.

These people are always so timid, and there is a bit of turmoil on the battlefield, and they must be the first to slip away.

"Bait!

The rabbit is not stupid, you look at the tent in the distance.

There were only two lonely ones, and there was not even a single cigarette coming out of the chimney. There was no one on duty, and only a fool would get into that tent. ”

Ding San said disdainfully, and then took out an apple from his arms and gnawed it "click" and "click".

"Be quiet, it'll be dark soon. Surprise the rabbits!

I had people burn two holes in the tent just to make them think it was an abandoned tent.

In the barren mountains and mountains, there is a tent that is colder than the wind, and they can also pick up scattered cans, which is paradise for them.

Maybe these fools will make a fire inside the tent. ”

"You're the stupidest!

His mouth was frozen, and he was still stupidly staying outside. ”

"That's right! You get out, it's your turn. Freeze to death and get old! ”

The cotton curtain of the manhole was lifted, and a cold air rushed in instantly.

"Damn, it's a little hot." Ding San wanted to resist, but was kicked out by the old monkey.

The moment the cotton curtain was lowered, the telescope was also stuffed out.

"You bastard!" Ding San scolded, put on gloves and began to observe.

There was no stove in the manhole, but there were several layers of torn cotton jackets.

In the middle of the padded jacket was the stone that had been roasted from the previous night, and the kettle full of boiling water.

The front line is no better than the rear, and it is impossible to light a fire in broad daylight.

As soon as smoke comes out, it doesn't take long for shells to fall.

They are all large-caliber howitzers of more than 100 millimeters, and if they don't blow you up, they will be enough to shock you.

The old monkey is a complete villain, and every day he will find someone to light a fire in the wilderness.

Run after you light it!

Soon there will be shells falling in that place!

Sometimes I order it two or three times a day, and the opposite side is fried two or three times.

The Ming army consumed a lot of artillery shells with firewood, and the generals of the other side thought that they had killed a lot of Ming troops.

Both sides have a lot of fun playing this game!

Later, even the Italian generals found out that they had been deceived, and they still insisted on blowing up bonfires with cannonballs.

Lighting a stone can only be done at night, and the fire is perfectly hidden by the manhole.

The smoke will be discharged by the chimney into the woods not far outside!

Stones burned overnight, and hot boiling water stuffed into piles of torn cotton jackets, sometimes hot all day.

This is the reason why the Ming army was able to survive the severe cold.

The Italians on the other side were much more miserable, and the guys were using tin stoves.

During the day, you are afraid of being blown up, and at night you light a fire to warm up for a night, and the next morning you have to put out the fire and freeze for a day.

Behind the trenches of the Ming army, there were countless such caves.

Sun Tzu's Art of War says that the good defenders hide under the nine lands, and to some extent, the Ming army did it.

It was getting dark, and a bonfire was lit again in the manhole.

The cold manhole in the ground suddenly became hot.

The wind outside was very strong, and the chimney was pumping a lot. Before the smoke could spread, it was sucked out by the chimney.

The old monkey took out the stones from his torn jacket and set them around the campfire.

The Italians who infiltrated have not yet been caught, and God knows how many more days they will be here.

In doggy Russia, you have to bring a stick when you go out to pee.

It's so cold.

The kettle was set on top of the campfire, and a scallion pancake poked on the bayonet was baked on the fire.

This is probably the most important use of the bayonets of the Ming army!

The scallion pancakes were baked with oil, and the old monkey opened a can of canned beef.

In the past, I was hungry, and I always didn't eat enough things, but now I can't eat too much.

Eat a bite of scallion pancake, dig up a large piece of canned beef, and eat dinner like medicine.

"If you don't come in again, I'll eat it all." The old monkey lifted a corner of the cotton curtain and shouted outside.

"Shhhh A little noise, the rabbit is in the trap. Ding San's excited voice came from outside.

The old monkey lifted the cotton curtain and rushed out!

The splitter snatched the binoculars from Ding San's hand and looked at the two tents.

There was a faint fire in the tent, and smoke came out of the tin chimney above the tent.

It seems that the Italians who have infiltrated it have finally lost their reach.

They decided that the tent, which no one had come to for three days, was a tent abandoned by the Ming army.

I entered the tent and took advantage of the darkness to find some firewood and light it.

The most surprising thing for them was that there were still canned food discarded by the Ming army.

The Italians really don't eat alone, and they happily call in the brothers who were watching outside.

Everyone happily began to eat canned food, saying that they could only survive on a few slices of frozen bread for three days.

If you don't eat something, you probably won't last for two days.

"Blow the whistle and let the brethren come out and kill them." Ding San whispered.

"Oops! No need, I've been waiting for three days, just waiting for a few hours to arrest someone. The old monkey was biting on the green onion cake, and the god was looking at the tent in the distance.

"These people are dangerous, and the guys who infiltrate are specially trained.

You forgot, the Russian military hospital that was attacked by them.

The wounded soldiers were expelled from the ward, broken hands and feet, and thrown alive into the snow to freeze to death.

There was a company of guards guarding them. ”

Ding San was a little anxious, after all, his subordinates were all recruits now. The combat effectiveness cannot be compared with those veteran oilers at all!

"Huh! After being hungry for several days, eat two catties of croton again.

The gods can't stand it, just wait, let's just arrest people.

Get more prisoners, and the brethren get more money.

Look at this wave of people, there are almost twenty of them.

They are all good hands, and they will definitely be able to sell at a good price when they are sent to logistics. ”

"Croton! Do you add croton to canned food and water?

You bastard, you're bad enough. Ding San took the can from the old monkey's hand.

Suddenly, Ding San seemed to remember something.

"This doesn't add croton!"

"Oops! I forgot, I took the wrong one. The old monkey was shocked.

"It's really fake!" Ding San's face also turned white, and the power of croton was still insensitive.

Especially in this cold and snowy environment, is definitely a hard job.

"Fake!" The old monkey took a bite of the green onion cake and dug up a large piece of canned beef.

"You're a shit!"

The Italians in the tent were obviously eating happily as well.

Ding San and the old monkey could even faintly hear laughter.

The whistle was not heard, and the Ming army did not dare to come out of the hole.

There are many disadvantages to recruits, but there are also advantages, and that is obedience.

As long as the old monkeys don't blow their whistles, they will never come out of the hole where they are hiding.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before the Italians started running out.

Regardless of the biting cold wind, he took off his pants and pulled them.

The old monkey and Ding San heard a sound similar to a cow's roar in the field.

"I said, blow the whistle. I'm afraid that if they don't pull to death, they will probably freeze to death. ”

Seeing the Italians pooping in the wilderness, Ding San stabbed the old monkey.

The old monkey picked up the whistle hanging around his neck and stuffed it into his mouth!

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