"Oh, it feels so good to soak in hot water.

I am a bit discerning, but I don't know how to curry favor with the superior.

I have been a sniper my whole life, rub it!" The old monkey stood up from the hot water and pointed at his bare spine.

“Get out!

Say something official like Mao Xian, and forget about the embarrassment with your hands stuffed in your crotch? Do you need me to let you go?"

"You dare!

I was almost freezing to death at that time, with my hands stuck in my crotch. It was better than you, who was jumping around on the ground like a monkey from the cold."

"It's a monkey and a young monkey, better than you, old monkey!"

"You don't want to be fooled by the nickname Shangguan. When you get out, I will send you to go to the mines."

"Hey...! I really don't want to wait on you anymore. I will work in the hospital from now on."

"Haha! You're still doing it in the hospital, you just want to fuck Mao Mei.

Don't think I don't know. Yesterday you gave Mao Mei, who was doing laundry, two packs of cigarettes, and I was watching.

Tell me, what did you do last night?"

The old monkey winked at Ding San who was soaking in the water!

"What are you doing? I won't tell you, it's so comfortable!" Ding San leaned against the edge of the pool and let out an extremely unpleasant moan.

"It's still comfortable. That hairy girl's breasts are so big and her butt is like a millstone.

With your little body... you're as big as a chicken, Shu Tan, I think your legs are weak."

The old monkey smiled maliciously.

"Go away, you are like a chicken. What's wrong with my little body? It's all flesh!"

“Fine meat!

I think you have the skeleton of a chicken, the descendant of the dragon. To say you are a chicken is to flatter you.

Tell me, what about that Mao girl...that...what...ha...right!"

Perhaps it was because he was a little cold after standing for a long time, so the old monkey rushed into the water and looked at Ding San with a frown on his face.

"What is it...it's the same thing with two legs and a belly." Ding San said lazily, as if he didn't want to say more.

"You have two legs to support your belly. Why don't you go and seduce the cook in the kitchen who has a waist similar to your height?"

"Get out!" Ding San angrily slapped the old monkey in the face.

"Afraid of being killed!" The old monkey said with a wicked smile.

Ding San decided not to talk to this salty man anymore and to discuss this issue with him, he would always be the one to suffer.

The current situation of the two people is as if they have suddenly arrived in heaven after experiencing life and death.

There are hot meals to eat and hot soup to drink every day. There are also beautiful hairy girls asking for help every day, even though I can't understand what they say.

However, this did not delay the two brothers from entering into in-depth communication with them. Cigarettes were hard currency. The brothers' ration was twice that of others!

Cigarettes are not much different from money here.

Swap almost everything you see!

A bottle of Erguotou, a pack of cigarettes, and two sausages.

Throw out two packs of cigarettes and you can get enough things in exchange. Call a few Mao girls over and have a drink with them.

The old monkey always boasted of his wealth, when he first went to drink with Mao Mei.

The first person to drink was Laolongkou. After each person drank a bottle of Laolongkou, he became more interested in drinking. So he bought a box of 24 bottles of beer and started drinking!

I don’t know how much beer I drank, but the last thing I said before I passed out was Harrah’s Whistle.

So damn drinkable!

The old monkey felt restless all day long the next day. His feet felt like he had stepped on cotton, making him feel soft when he walked.

I vomit whatever I eat, and the porridge that I just drank into my stomach will immediately spurt out as if it has been pressurized.

The old monkey swore that he would never drink with Mao Mei again.

Although this guy's swearing is no different from farting, Ding San sincerely believes that this oath comes from the bottom of his heart.

There were tens of thousands of people in Tsaritsyn, and they were the only ones who came back alive.

These two people have become treasures, and there is a dedicated medical team to treat them.

The medical team has only one doctor but six nurses. He is blond and tall with blue eyes!

I have to admit that Mao Mei's physical development is still better than that of the Ming Dynasty women.

The two guys finished taking a bath, put on brand new military uniforms and returned to the ward.

Compared with the hospitals in Ming Dynasty, the field hospitals are quite simple.

Yishui's prefabricated houses are all prefabricated. Only the ground on the ground is compacted, neatly laid out with bricks, and then assembled on top.

Heating relied on an iron stove, and a chimney made of tin sheets was tied with wires and hung from the roof.

I brought in large pieces of pine wood outside the house and threw a few pieces into the stove. The fire immediately started burning brightly.

"How come the Russian pinewood has so much oil? It's even better than the pinewood from Liaodong. It burns so damn well, and it also has a pine scent."

The old monkey sat down on the cot, sniffed, and then took off two blond hairs from the pillow with a wicked smile.

One of them is obviously shorter and curled.

"Boy, where did this come from? I won't be back for one night, and you took someone to the ward?"

Ding San ignored the old monkey's teasing, took out an apple from the bedside table, rubbed it with his hands and started to nibble on it.

"It's time for you to make love, we can be regarded as god-brothers. Tell me, Natasha's little bitch is so tight on the bed."

The old monkey was obviously lost in his imagination.

"I want to go back to the army and the front line!" Ding San swallowed a mouthful of apple and said calmly.

"You're crazy, you finally crawled out of the pile of dead people.

Less than 10,000 of us died, and 20,000 to 30,000 Russians died.

If we hadn't been so lucky, we would still be standing in the city of Tsaritsyn."

The old monkey suddenly sat up in shock!

There are delicious food, women and wine here. For those who survive the disaster, this is paradise.

Ding San actually wants to go back to the front line!

Did you drink too much late last night and didn't wake up, or did you let Natasha go crazy?

"I feel like people will become useless if they continue like this every day."

"Destroy your mother!" The old monkey jumped up from the bed like a volcano erupting.

"I just talked to the guy in charge of publicity, and he said he would send us back to Daming.

They want us to give lectures and give reports at universities in Beijing!

We are heroes, heroes who crawled out of tens of thousands of dead people.

Think about it, back in the Ming Dynasty we had everything.

Money, women, and being an official.

You can get whatever you want, and you still think about going to the front line to fight.

Your brain is damaged and damaged by the poisonous gas.

I'll fucking dig out your brain and give you a good treatment."

The old monkey rushed forward, pressed down on Ding San and choked his neck. He drew the knife at his waist, but it was all in vain.

In terms of body size, Old Monkey doesn't have much advantage over Ding San.

The only advantage he has is that he weighs more than ten kilograms more than Ding San.

So the matter did not evolve into a one-sided beating, but quickly turned into a confrontation with Europe.

In this regard, the old monkey takes advantage!

The Ming army, which was born out of the Liao army, is indeed weak in combat. What's more, Ding San is a sniper.

He has almost no fighting training!

The old monkey is different. As the greasiest among the veterans, his skills have been developed in his ten years of military career!

When I was a new recruit, I was beaten, and I developed a good ability to withstand beatings. Later, when I became a veteran, I started beating people.

Ten years have passed, and the old monkey's skills in beating and receiving beatings are obviously much better than Ding San's.

After a while, Ding San was pressed down by the old monkey and beaten.
To be continued...