Struggle in Russia

Claude lay low, barely even raising his head, which made Lucien next to him look down upon him.

"My good friend from Gascon, fellow countryman from D'Artagnan, how come you have not inherited a single bit of the heroic qualities of that great musketeer?"

"Look, we are very safe now. We are still one mile away from the Russians. Why are you digging in your hole in the ground? We are not moles!"

Claude rolled his eyes at his strong friend angrily and snorted: "What do you know? Heroes also have to look at the occasion. Only when we return to Paris in glory and pass through the Arc de Triomphe, then we will be heroes. If we die in this ghost Place, that’s stupid!”

"If being a mole can save our lives, I have no objection to staying in the hole. It's a pity that our stupid bosses don't understand this!"

"Look at those guys who were rushing to the front with their heads held high. Their bones could beat drums. Do you want to be like this too?"

Lucien was stunned for a moment and thought carefully about what his good friend said. Although he admitted that it made sense, he always felt that it was too cowardly.

"Coward?" Claude snorted again and said sarcastically: "Gaston is more heroic than Agathon, but what? Now he doesn't even have a leg left, and he can only lie in bed for the rest of his life. Hey, are you willing to be like that?"

Gaston is the tallest, strongest and most powerful man in Claude's company, and he is also the person Lucien admires the most. But just yesterday, this poor big man was inexplicably blown up into the sky.

When he landed, the nearly two-meter-tall giant was only 1.5 meters tall. His miserable appearance made those who saw it cry and those who heard it felt heartbroken. Lucien was shocked anyway, so he cursed the Russians from a distance for half an hour.

But no matter how much he felt sorry for Gaston, Lucien didn't want to be like him. Disabled soldiers didn't have much protection in France. Even for Gaston with military exploits, the best ending would be in the Invalides. I lingered in panting.

Lucien doesn't want to go to that ghost place. He still has a lot of sweethearts in the countryside. He also wants to go back and renew their relationship!

"But..." But it was not easy to make him agree with Claude's fallacy. He argued: "Gaston is too unlucky..."

But Claude didn't agree at all. He mocked: "Too bad luck? What a joke, if we were lucky, how could we be sent to this hellish place? My stupid buddy, when it comes to luck, we are as bad as Gaston. , if you are not careful, you will be like him sooner or later!"

Before Lucien could retort, Claude continued to emphasize: "This is not a matter of luck. It is that our enemy is too cunning and powerful! The Russians are much cunning and more difficult to deal with than we thought. Look at our arrival Did you hear about what happened after this hellish place when you were training in China?"

Lucien was stunned because he had never thought about this problem. To be honest, the training he received in China was completely different from what he was experiencing now. When they are in China, they spend a lot of time undergoing queue training, constantly walking around the playground, and in addition to shooting training.

And beyond those two items, telling the truth is about keeping them in line, and nothing else.

When they arrived in Turkey, what they learned at home was completely useless. The better the queue is trained, the easier it is to kill people here. As for shooting, the three-stage shooting is rarely used. Most of the time they can only roll on the ground like your monkey. You have to be careful even when you raise your head. If you don't pay attention, you will lose your life.

"Well, I can only say that the Russians are too unruly." Lucien defended.

"Yes, that's what I mean!" Claude clapped his hands, "The Russians do not follow the rules and fight with us according to the previous rules, but what should we do? You can't rush over and grab them by the collar. Let them behave themselves?"

Lucien was stunned again, and Claude said angrily: "The Russians don't follow the rules, so we shouldn't follow the rules. Isn't it stupid to follow the rules to the bastards who don't follow the rules? And? Our superiors are doing stupid things like this right now!”

Lucien was immediately speechless. Claude's theory had no flaws and sounded so reasonable. Moreover, he really didn't want to follow the rules to an unruly bastard. That was indeed too stupid.

But Claude didn't stop taunting them, and soon the target of his taunting changed from the unruly polar bears to their superiors.

"...Look at what stupid things those idiots did? At first, they made us line up in a dense formation to die, and then they were indifferent to the situation we reported... You also saw it this morning, we were indifferent to the barbed wire fence. Method!"

"But we should have a way. If they can use their brains, which are not much bigger than peanuts, to think about it for a moment, they should know that they should give us some tools so that we can destroy the enemy's barbed wire instead of letting us gather together. They stared at each other, and then they were killed by Russians in large numbers!"

At this point, Claude was already filled with righteous indignation. He criticized angrily: "These are things they should do, but they didn't do them at all. They only wanted us to die. You said we should still be stupid and listen to them." Manipulating?"

Lucien asked dumbfounded: "Then what should we do? Run away?"

Claude kicked him angrily: "You are crazy, but deserters are punishable by life imprisonment at the very least, and may even be shot. Do you want to kill us?"

Lucien asked dully: "What should we do?"

"It's very simple!" Claude replied confidently, "We have to learn to take care of ourselves. For example, now we shouldn't stand here stupidly like a wooden pole. We have to learn from the Russians and find a hole. Drill into the hole so they can't see you, so bullets and cannons have no chance of getting to you!"

After going around in such a long circle, Lucien finally understood what Claude meant. After talking about feelings for a long time, the other party just told him why he had to hide in the hole like a mole.

Well, Lucien admitted that he was convinced, because Gascon people always have this kind of cleverness, and his father always told him that if you don't know what to do on the battlefield, then learn from the Gascon people and follow what they do. Enough.

Always listening to what I said, he immediately bent down and jumped into Claude's hole, clinging closely to his friend and burying his big head very obediently. Not only that, he also asked very honestly. :

"Besides these? What else should I pay attention to?"