Kuster sat in the command headquarters, listening to the sound in his ears.

"General, the Black Sea Fleet has sunk. Those who have been bombing our soldiers from above have finally received the revenge they deserve! ”

This sentence was obviously too exciting, and it did not fit the calm style of the soldiers, which made Kuster a little uncomfortable.

He waved his hand and motioned for the man to stop. Then he asked in a calm tone:

"How's the northern front? What happened to the actions of the Germans, and the situation in Ukraine. ”

"General, it's clear that you should know this best."

"But I don't know!" Kuster has no doubts.

"Okay." The man glanced at him and said helplessly:

"We are progressing well in the north, and the army has advanced to the Tatar region. The enemy's troops are getting fewer and smaller, and we are getting more and more, and we still have almost half a million people.

The Germans made little progress for several days, and the front did not advance an inch outward for a long time. It looks like they have encountered a hard stubble, and of course the possibility that they will move the main forces to the Western Front again.

As for Ukraine... Austria-Hungary had already taken it all. Fatally, however, they did not deploy even a single army on the Russian front, but instead strengthened the forces on the Italian and Balkan fronts. ”

Kusette nodded, rubbing his chin with his hands, his eyes a little distracted:

"Those politicians are really good at being human beings and making me a block. I'm going to have to fight them. But this Greece is really tenacious, and after a long time, they still haven't surrendered. ”

"Well, don't worry about those politicians, they will all end up in the same grave. Besides, with your prestige, it will not be easy to suppress them? Sitting can make them collapse, so why take the initiative to fight it. As for Greece, it is also a country that is about to re-enter the country, since the "great offensive" three months ago, the Greek army has retreated to the Peloponnese, and can only rely on foreign reinforcements to hang its life, without any deterrent. ”

The man was flattering, bowing like a dog, and his ass was about to pout to the sky.

"Hmm. If I were to replace the command of the army with my own people, you would be the Turk who would be the first to be driven out. In order not to be known, you may be destroyed by the corpse. ”

Kuster uttered cruel and horrible words that made the man's legs tremble. Kuster was even more disdainful, and after spitting out a puff of cigarette, he scolded:

"Get out! Thank you for telling me this, but please get back to the army now! Immediately! ”

The man wanted to say a few words, but the soldiers who came immediately dragged him away. He begged for mercy and struggled constantly, but to no avail. The man has not been seen in Custer since.

Kuster felt clean and threw himself into his work. But it didn't take long for someone to break the peace again.

As soon as I wanted to get up, I was angry, and when I looked back, it was my old friend, Franz. He was limping in with a cane, supported by the guards.

The angry expression instantly turned into joy, and he hurriedly walked over to him and asked Nuan Shuhan:

"Dude, aren't you fighting in Ukraine? The wind has blown you over and come to me. Could it be that those bitch politicians finally have a little humanity? ”

"It seems that Brother Ku is developed, and he is very proud when he sees his friends down. Maybe I shouldn't have been here. Franz looked sad and turned to leave.

Kuster hurriedly grabbed it, his whole face was wrinkled, and he explained with sincerity:

"Oops! How so, you are my only friend, the only one in the world! ”

Franz felt a little sad in his heart, but he didn't show it. Looking back, he inadvertently saw a dozen cigarettes on Kuster's waist, his eyes became straight, and he swallowed his saliva with difficulty.

"Haha! You love this too! However, smoking too much is not good for the body. Kuster took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and handed the whole box to Franz.

Franz reacted when he said this, and quickly withdrew his gaze, his face full of embarrassment, and he refused to reach out for a long time.

Kuster grabbed his hand, put the cigarette in his palm, and slapped it a few times.

Seeing that he still didn't react, Kuster pulled him out of the headquarters. Considering his disability, he walked slowly and supported him.

"I heard that my nephew was seriously injured on the battlefield, I don't know how it is doing." As he walked, Franz suddenly spoke, startling Kuster.

Kuster sighed, looked at the dirty ground, and slapped his face with his hand, as if to reproach himself for his mistake.

"He's alive and recently woken up. But one of his hands, one leg and one ear are no longer recoverable. ”

Kuster's eyes grew moister, and his voice became quieter. His son's serious injury hit him very hard, although he was no longer his former self, but the feelings of his relatives were inseparable.

Franz was sympathetic and slapped him on the back with his hand to comfort him. Then he diverted the topic:

"This is Tsaritsyn, I remember it was the largest city in southern Russia, but now the houses are withered and the headquarters is extremely dilapidated. What the hell is going on. ”

Kuster's heart became heavier, and after taking a deep breath, he said slowly:

"Let's go, let's go to the suburbs, it's quiet and comfortable, it's much better than here."

Franz didn't understand what he was up to, but nodded anyway. The two hooked their shoulders and walked quietly outside the city under the illumination of the moonlight.