It's snowing again, and it's so bloody that it feels like God is using a sieve to sift cotton from the ground.

I don’t know what’s wrong with this damn place in Russia. Not only is there a lot of snow, it’s also heavy. It’s even weirder than Liaodong!

Those veterans from Liaodong can't stand it, let alone those from Henan and Anhui.

Recently, a lot of soldiers have been added to the team, with people with various accents.

It was very hard to listen to the soldiers from Henan, and it was even harder to listen to the soldiers from Anhui.

I thought that the local dialects in some places in Shandong were difficult enough to understand, but I didn’t expect that I now have to understand Henan dialect and Anhui dialect.

Adapting to the dialect of the new recruits has become something that veterans have to face.

The veterans quickly thought of a way, which was to fight.

All recruits must learn to speak Ming Dynasty Mandarin, which is Hebei dialect.

There is no way, whoever puts the capital in Zhili. Hebei dialect has become a proper official dialect of the Ming Dynasty.

If you don't learn well, you will slap your mouth.

I have learned well, but even when fellow villagers speak their hometown dialect, they still sneer at each other.

Under the power of the slap, the recruits' Mandarin vocabulary is increasing exponentially.

Old Monkey was the creator of this method. There was no other way, and his team was completely destroyed in Tsaritsyn.

His company was re-established, and one of the platoon leaders was a recent graduate of the military academy.

I didn't know what I was thinking about all day long. I was holding a map and thinking about it all day long. From time to time, I would ask the old monkey loudly when he could go to the front line.

The remaining two platoon commanders are veterans from other units who have just been promoted to platoon commanders!

It's obvious that he is a veteran, and his greasiness is only slightly worse than that of an old monkey.

He scratches his mouth all day long, relying on connections to get some food and wine from the back office from time to time.

When I have nothing to do, I just drag the soldiers in the class to drink and chat!

I don’t know what they are talking about, but they have been in a state of confusion several times during morning exercises.

Another time it was even more extreme. I didn’t even get up in the morning to do morning exercises.

I asked my soldier to call him, but the soldier said that the platoon leader drank too much and couldn't get up.

Damn it, I drank too much so early in the morning.

The soldiers under his command were a mixed bag, including people from Henan, Anhui, Hebei, Shaanxi, and actually two Uighurs from Gansu.

Those who returned the favor were all new recruits. The only guns they had ever fired in their lives were the two hundred rounds of ammunition fired at the training center.

The only one who is more reliable may be Ding San, who lives in the same house as him.

Now, Ding San is the deputy company commander and supervisor.

I asked Ding San what kind of bullshit officer the supervisor was.

Ding San said he didn't know, he only knew that with the title of supervisor, he could receive an extra silver dollar subsidy every month.

The company was in such a situation. After reorganization, it conducted two fire reconnaissances.

Fortunately, I met an Italian, a very good training partner.

Even so, four people were killed and six injured during the two fire reconnaissances.

The old monkey misses those old subordinates who were smoked to death in the underground bunker of Tsaritsyn Railway Station.

Veterans are treasures that no one wants to let go of.

It is basically impossible to have a veteran company full of veterans.

In fact, a large number of veterans have been promoted.

The soldier serves as the squad leader, the squad leader serves as the platoon leader and deputy platoon leader, and the platoon leader serves as the deputy company commander or even the company commander.

New units and new organizational levels are emerging one after another, and manpower is needed everywhere.

Even the wounded soldiers in the hospital have become delicious food, and all the troops are rushing to get them.

Some are shameless and even go directly to the hospital to recruit people to join them.

In this world, God is the most powerful.

A heavy snowfall stopped the war. Last night I heard the snow "sand" and "sand" falling all night long.

Before it got dark yesterday, the snow on the ground was already up to my ankles. It's probably not even possible to open the door after a night of snow.

Don't think about doing morning exercises or training on a day like this.

A warm quilt is the best choice.

The old monkey decided to sleep a little longer. As long as the enemy was not attacking, he didn't want to get up today.

"I'm going out!" The old monkey didn't want to get up, but Ding San had already stood up and put on his clothes.

The armed belt was tied outside the military coat, and he took out a huge canvas bag from under the bed and left.

"Why are you going? You can't even open the door outside." The old monkey was surprised that there were still people willing to go out in this weather.

"Why don't you go see what's going on in the row below? It's snowing so heavily, maybe even the wooden houses will collapse."

"Well done, say something auspicious.

I'm afraid I'll be pissed to death if I go inside the queue!

The platoon leader must have dragged his squad leaders to look at and study the map, and maybe they can create a sand table now.

The second platoon leader and the third platoon leader must get together and invite their squad leaders to drink.

By now, he might have been drunk.

What am I going to do?

Either he was dragged to study the sand table, or he was dragged to drink.

I'd better lie here to avoid being pissed off by those bastards.

Alas! You haven't said where you are going, it's snowing."

The old monkey talked for a long time, and then he remembered that he had been led astray by Ding San's two words.

"I'm going to the hospital." Ding San picked up the canvas bag and cotton hat and walked out.

"Hospital?

Going to meet that hairy girl again?

Brother, with your small physique, you can't even handle this.

The models of the chopsticks and rinsing water tanks don’t match.”

When he heard that Ding San was going to the hospital, the old monkey smiled knowingly.

You know why you go to the hospital without asking. There are many hairy nurses in the hospital.

The things Ding San was carrying must be hard goods. If he was caught by those hairy girls, he would definitely be squeezed dry.

"Natasha is a good girl, I am going to marry her." Ding San finally picked up the mask.

This is the latest equipment issued, and it has velvet lining inside.

Wearing it on your face not only keeps you warm, but also because it is covered by the mask, you no longer have to worry about exposing your target to the white air you exhale.

The new equipment has just been distributed and has been well received by the officers and soldiers. Now everyone is used to wearing it.

Whenever you go out, you must wear a mask on your face.

"What? What did you say?" The old monkey didn't care about the hot bed anymore and opened the quilt.

His bare thighs were exposed to the air, and the old monkey quickly covered him with the quilt again.

"I want to marry her!" Ding San said as he pulled them away and walked out.

"Wait a moment!" Regardless of the cold, the old monkey jumped up and pulled Ding San back.

"What did you just say?"

"Go to the hospital!"

"That's not what you are saying...!" The old monkey picked up his down jacket and put it on his body.

He opened the stove cover, threw a handful of chopped firewood in, and poked it with tongs until orange flames burst out before closing the stove.

"Which sentence?"

Ding San asked knowingly.

"You want to marry Mao Mei?" The old monkey threw away the tongs with a clatter.

"Yeah! What's wrong?" Ding San looked at the old monkey and said.

"I...! You, you... sit down, sit down." Without saying a word, the old monkey pulled Ding San back, took off the canvas bag from Ding San's shoulders and threw it on the ground.

"Then put on your pants first." Ding Sanyi sat down on the bed.
To be continued...