A refreshing aroma of wine rushed into the soldier's nose. The soldier couldn't wait to raise the wine bag and pour it into his mouth. After working hard for a long time, only a drop of clear wine fell into his mouth.

"Tsk...! Ah...!"

The soldier closed his eyes and looked surprised on his face.

The itchy companion on the side urged anxiously: "Yuri! How about it? Is it delicious?"

Yuri then realized, grabbed the wine bag tightly with both hands and said to Paul, "Brother! Is there any more? Can I give me some more?"

Paul shrugged and pointed to the wine bag in Yuri's hand and said, "No more! When we surrender, they will give us a bag of wine. It was a pity that the Grove had just sprinkled on the ground!"

Yuri's face was full of disappointment when he heard this. He swore that what he had just drunk was definitely the sweetest spirit in the world, no doubt about it. It was such a pity that he was wasted.

Wait! Just now, this person called Paul and said "surrender", and the Tatars gave them fine wine, if they were themselves...

"Yuri! Is this wine delicious?"

Yuri was thinking about it, and was suddenly informed that he had snatched the wine bag. The guy knew that there was no alcohol in it, so he cut the wine bag with a knife, and the strong aroma of wine floated in the air.

Almost all of the Ross people were addicted to alcohol. They could not resist the smell of the wine, and hugged the wine bag and licked it. The others stopped doing it and joined the ranks of the battle for the broken wine bag.

On the contrary, Yuri felt a little funny when he looked at these companions who were competing for the wine bag. What did they travel thousands of miles to the East for?

Is it really for the purpose of expanding territory in the Ross Empire? Or for the purpose of being loyal to His Majesty the Tsar, obtaining land wealth, or for living a life of food and clothing in the future?

"Hi! Brother! Isn't it a pity to have wine but no meat, let's go!"

Yuri's head was very messy. He suddenly heard the Grove's voice, subconsciously reached out and grabbed the steaming barbecue.

When I bought the barbecue, the smooth grease made Yuri almost lose his hands. How long has it been since I had such a fat and tender barbecue?

Yuri could not remember it, so he put it into his mouth and took it hard, and the fragrance suddenly remained on his lips and teeth, making Yuri reluctant to swallow it.

"Give me……!"

The voice of his companions sounded beside him, and Yuri felt that his hands were empty and the barbecue was taken away. Yuri subconsciously pressed his hand on the short gun around his waist, and when he turned around, there was still a trace of barbecue.

More than a dozen people were smashed into a ball, snow and mud and water covered their clothes, but these people didn't care. One person grabbed the barbecue and stuffed it into his mouth, and the chest was pierced by his companion with a knife. Blood flowed out of the mouth of the man and dyed the barbecue red.

The murderer seemed not to realize that there was something wrong with him. He pulled out the barbecue from the man's mouth, and did not dislike the blood on it and stuffed it into his mouth.

Crazy! Everyone is crazy!

For a piece of cold barbecue that is already full of dirt and cold, is this still a fighting nation that claims to be fearless?

At this moment, Yuri felt extremely ridiculous. The so-called honor and dignity were nothing short of a piece of barbecue. What the generals said were all deceptive. Now someone could give him a meal, and he could even betray his soul.

Wait! Send the barbecue and wine!

When Yuri thought of this, his eyes became eager. He pulled out the short gun from his waist, looked at it reluctantly, raised his hand to the sky, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The gunshots stopped the soldiers during the fight, and then they noticed the corpse lying on the ground and stood there at a loss.

Yuri threw the gun on the ground casually, as if he had removed a huge weight. His steps under his feet became much lighter, and he walked towards Grove and Paul.

Everyone else was stunned. No one knew what Yuri wanted to do, or thought of it, but couldn't believe the facts in front of him.

It was not until Yuri took more than a dozen steps that someone exclaimed: "Yuri, what are you doing? How dare you betray the commander? Are you not afraid that the whole family will be demoted to slaves and sent to the coldest place?"

Yuri was shocked when he heard this, and slowly turned around and saw the captain pointing at himself with a bloody hand. Yuri recognized that hand, stabbed into his companion's chest, and it was the one who snatched the barbecue.

"betray?

Have you ever thought of betrayed when you snatched the Lyme leather jacket and watched him freeze to death?

When you took the poor into the kitchen and told us the next day that we were eating pork, did you ever think of betrayal?

Have you ever thought of betrayed when you stabbed a dagger into Montre's chest for a piece of barbecue?

Yuri has paid enough for the empire, and I will live for myself next!

If it is betrayal to eat and to survive, then I am betrayal!”

After saying something, everyone was stunned. Yuri looked at his companions who had fought side by side and said, "Brothers! This is a war without hope and doomed to fail.

Think about your parents, wives and children who are far away in a foreign land, they are still looking forward to your safe return. Is it worth it to lose your life for this doomed war?

I'm going to the Orientals, I wish you good luck!"

After saying that, Yuri walked towards Paul and the others without dedicating his words.

"Yuri, stop for me, and I will shoot after another step!" The captain's face was grim and twisted, and his hands holding the gun were trembling.

But Yuri seemed to have not heard it. He still walked over.

"Bang!"

The moment the gunfire sounded, Yuri's body shook, paused for a moment before continuing to move forward. Paul and Grove quickly ran up, each holding Yuri up and running towards the formation.

"Someone is here, dear brothers! Come and get the spirits and barbecue, I think he will definitely like it!" Grove's voice sounded, and someone immediately threw the wine bag and the barbecue that was still a bit hot.

Yuri couldn't wait to grab the wine bag, put it in a bite, grabbed the barbecue and bit it desperately. After taking a few bites, his body fell forward weakly, and his back was stained with blood, falling drop by drop on the snow.

"Die! The betrayer dies!" The captain shouted at the top of his lungs when he saw Yuri fall. But when he turned his head, he saw a pair of longing eyes.

Their eyes were completely attracted by the wine bags and barbecue that Yuri was holding, and their throats were swallowing, as if they were the ones who were eating meat.

"You..., what are you going to do? Take another step forward, I want to kill..." The captain didn't say anything, and he could no longer control the scene as soon as he opened his mouth.

More than a dozen people rushed forward desperately, and no one looked at the captain again. The captain tried to hold the soldier in vain, but was left to the ground.

He was about to get up to report, but he heard the dense footsteps behind him, and then he was trampled down by countless pairs of big feet and never got up again.
Chapter completed!