"Twelve hours to go!"

Bayan glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, and his left shoulder was completely unable to move.

I don't know if I will become a one-armed person in the future!

Change is change!

At the very least, you can leave this battlefield of blood and fire.

Although I am tired of this place where life is like a mustard, I really want to leave, leave these brothers who were born and died.

Bayan is a little reluctant again!

The battlefield is such a strange place, before a group of people come here, they will quarrel, fight, and tease each other, even to the point of using knives and guns.

But when they get to the battlefield, they give their backs to the guy who just scolded them for being a bastard.

This is the battlefield, a place where you can survive by hugging each other to keep warm.

No matter what others think, Bayan thinks that a man should live like this once.

There is a group of brothers who are willing to face death with you.

You can trust Him unconditionally, and they can trust you unconditionally.

Between people, there are no too many ideas, only unity to live.

The battlefield has passionate blood, but also indifference to death.

The brothers who were bragging and farting together just now may be lying next to each other in an instant.

All of this can happen in the blink of an eye.

"The tractor for feeding is in the back, so let's go down. If you do this again, I'm really afraid that your arm will be so useless. ”

Hugejirile put two cigarettes in his mouth, lit them with a match, and then took two puffs and stuffed one into Bayan.

"Damn, you're tired of being alive, and you dare to smoke at night." He said it, but he still took the cigarette.

Originally, he wanted to slap Gejirile, but unfortunately his left arm could not be lifted at all.

"It's all here, take a puff and take a puff.

This damn Great China, when I was at home, sold everything in my bag, and I couldn't afford two boxes.

Now, smoke whatever you want.

I thought about it, and after a while I smoked a cigarette. The fuck was beaten to death, and Lao Tzu also took a bite and died.

The cattle returned to the grassland, and Grandma asked.

How did my son die?

They said, "Your son died smoking Great China."

My grandma wouldn't be so sad! ”

Bayan snorted, maybe he was on the verge of death, and there would always be a lot of fallacies in people's minds.

is like Hugejirile's statement, Bayan feels that there is not much difference between smoking and drinking Moutai wine in Greater China and gnawing on the head of the nest to die.

Look at the Russian troops on the front of a few hundred meters next to them, they are just gnawing on the nest head.

They eat fried noodles all year round, and they saw canned luncheon meat that the Ming army didn't like to eat, as well as Wowotou, which almost no one ate in the Ming Dynasty.

They will radiate great enthusiasm!

So much so that there was a rumor circulating on the battlefield that the Russian army had withdrawn from the front line a squad of only two people remained.

In order to reward their bravery, they were pulled into the command post, and a large pile of luncheon meat and nest heads were let for them to eat as they pleased.

As a result, the two guys who finally survived the battlefield died alive in the command post.

Some people say that this story is made up, what is so delicious about broken luncheon meat, and you can still eat it until you die?

But Bayan, who has experienced hard times, knows that this story should not be false.

The Russians are so poor, so poor that they have to provide the fried noodles they eat.

The fried noodles that taste choking are not eaten by the Ming army.

What's more, those fried noodles are also mixed with a lot of grains.

In the words of those animals, this is fucking pig food.

"What do you think?" Seeing that Bayan did not speak, Hugejirile asked curiously.

"What do you think?

I think the Russians fought on pig food, and they fought so hard.

For what? ”

"I still want to know. I came here from the grassland to fight for money, what are those Ming people for?

They don't lack food or drink! ”

Hugjiril took a puff of his cigarette and glanced into the darkness in the distance.

There is a position composed of all Ming people, and it is said that it is still a Liao army unit that started as a marshal.

It's not the same to rely on, and when you shoot artillery in the back, you have to take care of two shells.

"I don't know! Fuck it, anyway, I can't keep this arm.

When I get home, Daming will also make arrangements.

Do you remember the Tu Bashe who blew up his leg in our camp last time! ”

"Figure 8She? It's the bastard with a big beard who eats all day and has a greasy beard.

Didn't he blow up his leg? I heard that in the rear hospital, my leg was sawed off.

In this life, I can no longer ride a horse, and I have to rely on crutches to walk.

I heard that he had a good relationship with the regiment commander, and he mentioned that the company commander was also the strength of the regiment commander. ”

"The last time I went to the regiment, he wrote a letter to the regiment commander." Bayan took a big drag on his cigarette.

"Write a letter? When did the animal know how to read? How did I not know? Hugejirile was a little confused.

That thing can't even understand a whole sentence, but he can actually write a letter?

"He said his wife wrote it." Bayan let out a big puff of smoke.

"Wife? What else is he doing with that? "Hugejiril knows that Tubashe too well.

His family was poor, and he didn't even have a broken felt bag.

When the weather is the coldest, I go into people's sheep piles and sleep with them.

If you don't become a soldier, I'm afraid that one day you will freeze to death in someone's sheepfold.

Wife? Will he have that kind of legendary thing?

"The official family is looking for a literate person.

It is said that he committed a crime in his family and was exiled to the Western Regions.

This kid is now the head of a farm in the Western Regions.

There are more than 300 people in charge!

Drinking wine all day long, nibbling on lamb, not to mention moisturizing every day.

He wrote to the head of the regiment and said that his daughter-in-law had it, and he had no culture and was illiterate, so he asked the head of the regiment to help him come up with a name.

Damn, this kid copied it. ”

"Fuck me, there's such a good thing?" Hugjiril's eyes widened.

is in charge of more than 300 people, and has a daughter-in-law who drinks wine and meat every day, and warms the bed.

It's a literate daughter-in-law who still fucks him!

This is the day of heaven!

Listening to Bayan's words, Hugejirile's saliva flowed.

He's also a company commander now!

It's just that the rank is still a lieutenant!

"Boss, you said that if I go back, can the official family give a daughter-in-law?"

As soon as he thought of his daughter-in-law, Hugejirile was ready to move.

"I don't know!

But I guess it's okay to go to the Western Regions to be a farm manager.

If your legs are blown up, you can grow on the spot, and your arms and legs are completely bad.

As a field manager, in charge of hundreds of people, are you still afraid that you will not have a daughter-in-law? ”

"Hmm!" Hugejiril nodded, convinced.

"What about you? Also a farm manager?

You are the battalion commander, and you are estimated to be in charge of the farm of more than 1,000 people. ”

The company commander is in charge of the farm of a few hundred people, and the battalion commander is in charge of the farm of thousands of people.

"I don't know, why do you want to do so much. We are suffering hahaha's life, if we don't come here and fight hard, we will not be rich in this life.

You said......! ”

"Boom!" An explosion interrupted Bayan's conversation.

That's the sound of mines!

The Ming army had a lot of plastic mines, which were almost as good as broken bricks and tiles. Pull out the pin and throw it on the ground, just touch it and blow it up.

During the street fighting, the Ming army threw this thing as a warning.

The street fighting last night and the night before yesterday were able to be won, relying on this thing to warn in advance.

"Flares!" The body shrank down, and Hugejiril had already shouted.

"Bang bang!" Mortars fired two flares in the sky.

Under the miserable white magnesium light, groups of brown figures were illuminated.

No one shouted, machine guns, grenadiers, one by one to the opposite side of the greeting.

Those brown figures were miserable, in the miserable white light.

The blood that bursts out of the human body is black!

The MG34 machine gun, which fires continuously, sounds a lot like sawing wood.

The firing speed is very fast, and it can shoot in strings of bullets in an instant.

When many people were hit, their bodies were shaking.

No one knows how many bullets this person has been hit, but they can see that his body is constantly shaking, and black blood beads are constantly scattered and splashed in his body.

In the end, you don't know if this person was shaken to death or beaten to death.

As for the bastards who threw the grenadiers, they've got that thing to good use now.

Cannonballs thrown from grenadiers can explode directly under a person's crotch.

If the shell that was dropped didn't blow people flying, they would be laughed at for a long time.

Although they were all wearing brown uniforms, they wore yellow boots on their feet.

This is not the Israelites, the Israelis all wear black boots.

Only the people of Austria-Hungary wore such yellow canvas boots.

It is estimated that their side is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, and the Austro-Hungarian army, which has low combat effectiveness, can only exist like cannon fodder.

Tonight, they will not constantly send such a platoon or a small force of a squad to infiltrate and sneak attack.

In fact, the purpose of the Israelis to let them come is very simple, that is, to wipe out all the warning mines of the Ming army, and by the way, to consume the ammunition that the Ming army is always inexhaustible.

Only in the second half of the night, when there are no warning mines within 100 meters of the position, will the Israelis come over and fight the Ming army at night.

A platoon of Austro-Hungarians was quickly wiped out.

Both Bayan and Hugejiril shrank into the corner, and sure enough, mortar shells began to be thrown.

Mortar shells are smashing indiscriminately, and the people here have habitually retreated into the corners of the walls or various bunkers.

This battle has become a common practice, and every time the assault force that comes in the dark is wiped out.

The opposing side will always drop mortar shells at exposed fire points!

So much so that the current machine gunners do not dare to stay in one place for long.

The shells smashed for a full ten minutes before they stopped.

"Are there any injuries?" Hugjiril shouted loudly.

Bayan also wanted to shout, but his head was dizzy.

Just now, a shell exploded more than ten meters away, and the shock was a little dizzy.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Bayan lying down, Hugejiril hurriedly crawled over.

"Damn, my brain is dizzy."

Bayan struggled to get up, leaning against the base of the wall and gasping for air.

"What's going on?" Hugejiril hurriedly touched Bayan's head.

"Holy shit! You've got a fever! "It's as hot as coals.

"Fuck off, you're fucking whining."

"Someone, someone! Send the battalion commander to Lao Tzu to the tractor! ”

"Dry hair, I won't go down."

"You've got a fever, and you're going to die if you keep going like this.

If you lose your arm, you can grow on the spot, and if you don't die, you won't have anything.

Fucking dead people, hurry up! Get the battalion commander down. ”

"Fuck off, I'm the battalion commander, listen to me. I won't go down! Bayan was so stunned that he raised his pistol and pointed it at the soldier who wanted to come and carry him on a stretcher.

The two soldiers were obviously afraid of the fierce battalion commander, and crouched there not daring to move.

"What nonsense, get off his gun." Hugejirile pounced, grabbing the gun in Bayan's hand with both hands.

The hand is clenched very tightly, but one hand is not as strong as the two.

Bayan's gun was dropped, and then he was tied to a stretcher by two soldiers.

"Huge Jirile, you are a dog, dare to get off Lao Tzu's gun, Lao Tzu can't spare you."

At this time, it was useless to scold at the top of his throat, and the stretcher soldier carried him and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Soon, the sound of tractors "rushing", "rushing" and "rushing" sounded behind the position.

The tractor was worthy of being a Ming military horse, pulling the wounded Bayan and sending it directly to the airship more than ten kilometers away from the rear.

Then, Bayan will be carried by airship to the field hospital for emergency treatment.

Then, Bayan will be transported back to the Ming mainland by airship.

There are clean hospitals, nice little nurses, and most importantly highly skilled doctors.

The battalion commander was sent away, and this matter had to be reported to the higher-ups.

When he picked up the telephone line and asked for the group, Hugejirile found that the phone was silent.

"Signal soldiers, check the line! Check the line! ”

I took out my pocket watch and looked at it, half past nine in the evening.

There are still more than a dozen hours left until the handover time at eight o'clock tomorrow morning.

For more than ten hours, it's a matter of sleeping on weekdays.

But Hugjirile knows how difficult it is to endure more than ten hours now.

"Hucker, you go ahead and plant some more early warning mines.

Fuck, live a fart. ”

"Porphyry......!"

Sure enough, almost every twenty minutes, someone from Austria-Hungary came to raid.

However, they were all annihilated by machine-gun and artillery fire without exception.

As the attacks became more frequent, the Ming army's warning mines were spread at shorter distances.

Helpless, Hugejiril could only order a flare to be fired every few minutes.

Kursk has already experienced several major battles, where the Ming and coalition forces have repeatedly fought for it.

The city was littered with ruins, and the streets were unrecognizable.

No matter how prepared Hugjirile was, there were still Austro-Hungarian soldiers infiltrating from some small hidden corner.

When the two sides are firing at each other at a distance of twenty or thirty meters, it is already an impossible task to lay warning mines outward.

In the middle of the night, the Hebrew-speaking Israelites entered the war, and the confusion became even greater.

This time the phone is fixed!

"The battalion commander was injured and has been sent to the rear."

"Who are you?"

"The commander of the first company, Hugjiril!"

"Then you are the battalion commander now, and you will have to hold out until eight o'clock tomorrow morning no matter what.

If you lose your position, I want your head! ”

"Who are you?"

"Captain!"