It looks calm on the front line, but it is actually not peaceful at all.

The old monkey is no longer in the Mongolian camp, and the current Mongolian camp has returned to its original appearance.

With the exception of a few major military officers, all were Mongolians.

Bayan still squatted on the company commander's nest and did not move. If he did not move, the people below him would naturally not be promoted.

But no one seems to have a problem with this!

Everyone likes to be with brothers and has no great interest in becoming an official.

It's not that Mongolians don't like to be officials, but everyone knows that the Han people will never let Mongolians be generals!

Everyone joins the army to find a way out for their future.

As long as you achieve military exploits, you can go to the Western Regions and become some minor officials. In this life, the officials will take care of life, old age, illness and death.

They are all extremely poor herdsmen who are suffering extremely hard. They don’t even have enough to eat at home.

None of the children of the leader's family served as soldiers. Of the more than 3,000 people who walked out of the grassland before that, except for those who were missing arms and legs, not one of them returned alive.

In fact, many people join the army mainly to eat less food for their families.

On a cold morning, I took a sip of water from my hometown and took another look at the cattle and sheep on the grassland.

Hanging on a low-quality Mongolian dagger, he embarked on the road to joining the army.

Many people regretted it later, because as soon as they arrived at the train station, the broken iron strip was thrown away by the angry officer.

The train took them to Xi'an, and each of them got a stainless steel bayonet whose oil seal had not been wiped clean.

This is the best knife they have ever seen in their lives, bar none.

Because it was a Mongolian camp, there were people from above who came to the front line and always liked to hang out in the Mongolian trenches.

He also asked them in a sultry voice whether it was customary to eat roasted whole lamb at home and eat canned food here.

They are all a bunch of overfed fools!

Who would come to this place to suffer if they eat roasted whole lamb every day at home?

Just like the current staff officer with the rank of captain, he doesn't even wear a helmet. He holds a telescope and leans out most of his body.

There was another fool behind him, holding a square box and making gestures against it.

What did you tell the soldiers who came to take pictures?

I don’t know what taking pictures is, but Bayan felt that this guy’s body seemed to be leaning out too much.

Just when he was about to walk over and remind him, his head exploded.

Bayan even saw his skull flying far away. The bastard who took the photo was unlucky. His body was covered with brains and blood.

The corpse fell limply into the trench, with a chin hanging strangely on its neck, and not a single tooth in the row was missing.

Don’t tell me, your teeth are pretty white!

A group of people carried the body away in a hustle and bustle. In the evening, they gave it to their adoptive parents and said that he was the son of some high official.

Someone was killed on his own position, which made Bayan feel very humiliated.

After all, they came to see the Mongolian camp.

After dinner, Bayan called Hugjirel over.

This kind of thing must be retaliated, and the enemy snipers cannot be so arrogant.

"You go and sit in the middle of the camp and do a few things. It's best to be an official!"

"Hmm!" Hugjiril just said "Hmm".

"What do you need?"

"Nothing is needed, just a sniper rifle.

But we have agreed that tomorrow, on a per-person basis, each person will have a bottle of Laolongkou."

"roll!

You kid beats twenty or thirty, and I get you a box? Where the hell am I going to get it!"

“What a sting!

I'm risking my life to do this, but how many bottles of wine are you willing to part with?"

"Then I'll find someone else!" Bayan stood up and prepared to ask the correspondent to call someone.

"Don't!

Five bottles at most!”

"One bottle!"

"Four bottles!"

"Two bottles!"

"Three bottles!"

"make a deal!"

An agreement to trade heads for wine was quickly reached!

"I'll go back and make preparations, and I'll go out to ambush him tonight." Hugjirel stood up happily and left.

"return!"

"What are you doing? Spitting is a big deal. We won't regret it!"

"Who the hell regrets it? Put down the cigarette for me."

A box of Hibiscus King was still taken away by Huge Jirile.

This tobacco is produced in Yunnan, and is much easier to smoke than Mohe tobacco from Liaodong.

I smoked a cigarette in the trench and took care of my bowels.

Hugjirel climbed out of the trench with a small backpack on his back!

It was very dark, and the moon was just a small curved sprout in the sky. It looked like bean sprouts.

After climbing out for about two to three hundred meters, Hugjiril did not dare to climb any further.

He found a crater and crawled into it, took out his engineering shovel and carefully repaired it to make the place more suitable for him to lie down.

You have to lie down for ten or twenty hours, so you have to do it well, otherwise you will suffer.

The cotton clothes stripped off the corpse were spread on the ground, followed by the French army's woolen coats and finally Hugjiril's own raincoat.

I covered myself with a quilt sewn with a white sheet, got in and waited for a while, and it didn't seem that cold anymore.

The water bottle placed on the chest was moved to the stomach.

The kettle was filled with boiling water, which has cooled down a lot now.

Don't dare to let this thing be exposed outside, the cold wind like a knife can quickly turn a pot of water into ice lumps.

After getting ready, Hugjirel looked at his watch.

It's only four o'clock, and there are still two or three hours before dawn.

I really wanted to squint for a while, but Hugjiril didn't dare. The Italian position was more than 400 meters ahead.

He could even faintly hear Italian murmurs.

wrong!

The sound seems a bit close!

Hugjirel carefully poked his head out of the edge of the crater!

In the darkness, several black shadows were moving slowly.

On the white snow, a few small gray dots are moving, and anyone who is not blind can see them.

Idiot! You don’t even know how to put on a white sheet!

Hugjiril slowly set up his sniper rifle, aiming to draw fire.

Look at them carrying telephone spools on their backs and running mirrors.

You can tell at a glance that this is an artillery observer.

The Italians were so courageous that they sent artillery observation posts so close.

Just as he was about to hold the fire, Hugjiril saw several guys crawling behind him with rifles.

After counting, there were actually seven or eight people.

He actually brought a whole class of bodyguards with him!

Considering the gap between the enemy and ourselves, Hugjiril felt that it was better to endure it.

Those Italians foolishly found the crater and started digging. The excavated soil was scattered randomly around the crater.
To be continued...