"Company Commander, am I about to die? Tell my father that I got second-class merit. The court will not let the Hessler leader bully him again."

"Get out of here, I just knocked you out."

Bayan slapped Hugjiril in annoyance, just as a cannonball hit the bell tower.

A flying brick hit Hugjiril directly on the head.

The helmet was smashed into a big dent. Fortunately, there was a helmet on the head, otherwise the head would have been smashed.

"It's really okay!" Hugjirel touched his head.

"You kid, from the time I came out of Kharkov until now, bullets have been avoiding you kid.

God bless you forever, it's so easy to die wherever you want.

You are already a platoon leader, and you are still surprised."

Bayan took out two cigarettes and lit two in his mouth, holding one in his mouth and stuffing it into Hugjiril's mouth.

"It seems that we are the only brothers left in Kharkov."

"There was one Subotai left the day before yesterday, but now it's gone, it's just the two of us.

The unlucky guy was hit directly by the howitzer, not even a bone was left behind.

Fucked!"

Bayan said "bah" and "bah" twice, not sure whether it was the dirt in his mouth or the smoke foam.

"Damn it, it took less than three months. You became the company commander and I became the platoon commander.

During the training a few days ago, it was easy for everyone in the platoon to recognize him fully, but now he doesn't recognize him fully.

There was a soldier standing guard last night and he almost killed me when I got up to pee. It must be said that I was a spy sent by the French.

I fucking look... like a Frenchman?"

Hugjiril rubbed his dizzy head in annoyance. He concluded that it was the recruit who had bad luck last night.

Otherwise, why would he be hit in the head with a brick?

"Eight were added yesterday, and 12 died today. There are still more than 20 wounded who have been sent to the back."

"Do you need to add more?"

"If you don't add anything, how can you let me fight?

There are so many French people, and I am so strong that I can twist a few nails.

Relying on you? Just with your small physique."

"Where is the big Naya? He was burned to ashes in Kharkov.

Maybe it’s because of my small size that I survived.”

"Well! You are short, bullets can't hit you."

Bayan cursed angrily.

No matter how much you ridicule, the dead are always frowned upon.

"You're not tall either. Maybe being short is really the secret to surviving on the battlefield.

I don’t know what’s going on on the grassland now. Such heavy snow should be considered a white disaster on the grassland.

At this time in previous years, I would stay in the grass nest with my sheep. When I have nothing to do, I would ride on my horse and hunt the yellow sheep, haha...!!"

"I'm not that lucky. I have to follow my family and dig out the snow, otherwise the sheep will starve to death because they can't eat grass."

"You don't do winter grass at home?"

"I……!"

As soon as Hugjirel said a word, he crawled into the shell-proof hole like a mouse. Bayan's speed was not slow either.

The shell-proof hole could only accommodate one person, and it became very crowded after Bayan squeezed in.

There was a strong stench that made both of them shed tears.

"If you dare to fart, I will stop you with a cork."

"You must have put it there."

A huge explosion interrupted the two people arguing.

There was no smell this time, because the air was filled with the choking smell of gunpowder smoke.

The sound of explosions one after another made Hugjiril feel sick.

I kept praying to the Heaven of Immortality in my heart, and quickly passed this damn bombardment before the shells fell on my head.

The shelling stopped, and the two grown men pressed their faces against each other, but neither of them dared to move.

It took about a minute or two, maybe a year or two...!

The explosion sounded again, this time it was a salvo of artillery fire, and a total of eight shells landed nearby and exploded.

The sound of gunfire finally stopped completely this time, and it took a while before the two people dared to separate.

"Bah, bah...! Damn it, this Frenchman has also learned to commit adultery."

"Bah, bah...! Look at the soldiers under your command." Bayan kicked Hugjiril as punishment for farting indiscriminately.

There were shouting soldiers everywhere, and several people were digging through the rubble.

This is how urban combat is, bunkers and the like are often buried by blown-up ruins.

Fortunately, there are always gaps between the bricks and stones, so the people inside will not be buried alive for a while.

Soon, shelling exploded in another neighborhood.

The Ming army named this method of bombardment Street Sweeping!

The French must have numbered the blocks and would use howitzers to blast them when nothing happened.

Thank you for the shells you fired during the day. I fired two rounds from time to time at night, so you couldn't sleep well at all.

However, during the war, the speed of human evolution was astonishing.

Bayan and Hugjiril have developed a skill. Even in a place with heavy artillery fire, as long as the enemy does not rush up, they can sleep like pigs.

This ability makes the recruits very envious!

"You will be like this if you stay on the battlefield for three months."

Bayan's words made many recruits feel frustrated.

There are too few people who can survive three months on the battlefield. In the past three months, more than 60,000 Ming troops were killed on the Tsaritsyn front alone.

This is not counting the injured guy!

And now on the Tsaritsyn front line, the Ming army has only 138,000 front-line combat personnel.

It can be said that the people fighting on the front line have almost changed again.

People like Hugjirel and Bayan are definitely favored by God.

Not bad, two people were dug out from the rubble.

One arm was broken, and one's head was opened by a brick. He was so bloody that he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"You're lucky, damn!" Hugjiril kicked the guy with a broken arm.

He would also like to break a bone if possible.

Lying in the hospital at the back is better than staying in this freezing and snowy place all day.

It can be said that a large group of men are envious of this lucky guy.

It's better to break an arm than to die here.

As for the guy with the open head, Hugjiril wanted to slap him in the mouth, but since a slap would probably kill him, Hugjiril had no choice but to give up the idea.

"Put on all the helmets, damn, I told you to wear helmets, but you won't.

It's fine now, I've hit my head and farted.

What are you looking at? Send the person to the rear to see if he can be saved."

"Oh!" The two recruits hurriedly carried the guy with the bleeding head onto a stretcher, broke the bastard's arm, stood up, and followed him swaying.

"Platoon leader, you're not wearing a helmet either."

One of the new recruits said cowardly.

Only then did Hugjiril remember, he chased after him and took off the helmet from the head of the guy whose arm was broken off, and put it on his own head.

The familiar feeling of weight is back, wearing this stupid thing is really heavy.

If possible, Hugjirel and Bayan hope that the snow will never stop.

When it snows, it's more conducive to the attacker. Especially in a damn place like a city, where God knows there's a guy with a gun lying in the ruins.

Or maybe that brick-like thing on the street is actually a landmine.
To be continued...