Struggle in Russia

Baudouin felt happy, not only because Antoine's company was defeated, but more importantly, Antoine himself confessed. This means that he lacks a strong rival on the road to promotion, and his future promotion is just around the corner!

However, Baudouin was not happy for long. As Antoine's company collapsed, the Russian army's attention soon turned to his side. As the Russian army shifted firepower, his company's casualties suddenly escalated.

"Damn it, if you keep this up, you'll all be killed by the Russians!"

Baudoin muttered while looking left and right, as if he was observing the situation and thinking of a solution, but in fact only he knew that he was just looking for a safe battlefield cover.

But before he could find a safer shelter, the battalion commander's messenger came to him: "Captain Baudouin, the regiment commander and the battalion commander are very dissatisfied with the performance of you and your company, and think you are sitting back and watching Antoine. The company's first initiative is indifferent, this is simply to ignore death!"

"The regiment leader also ordered you to immediately assemble the troops to attack the predetermined target. You must complete the task within the specified time!"

This order made Baudoin's face change drastically. The joy he had just now completely disappeared, replaced by deep panic and uneasiness.

If the captain was unhappy, he would never be promoted in his life. He didn't want to be a small company commander all his life. Of course, what frightened him more was that the captain ordered him to complete the task within the specified time.

Isn’t this nonsense?

Look at how strong the Russian defenses are, look at how fierce their firepower is, look at the idiots in my company!

Speaking of the turtle grandson, Baudoin glanced angrily at the soldiers behind him. As expected, these guys were hiding more tightly than the other, and no one paid attention to him as the company commander, and even his messengers hid far away. Far away.

How the hell can he command this?

For a moment, Baudoin couldn't help but feel helpless as he was stuck in a quagmire. How could he complete the mission with his pig teammates in the company?

It's just that the superiors don't care whether he has pig teammates or not, and they don't care how powerful the Russians on the opposite side are. Just like he doesn't care about the life and death of the soldiers in the company, France will catch a lot of small officers like him. There is no shortage of people at all, so if you sacrifice, you will sacrifice. As for not completing the task, it will naturally be slapped casually.

Beaudoin was restless and scratching his head. He knew he had to find a way quickly, otherwise his career might end early.

But he is indeed not a capable master, but this is not surprising. I don’t know since when, the French can only rely on women and foreigners to save them. Counting on French men themselves is simply harder than reaching the sky. !

Baudoin, who was anxious and angry, couldn't think of any good solution. The only thing he could do was to yell and order the troops to assemble. He planned to rush forward regardless of whether he succeeded or not. If he succeeded, he would be a great hero. If he failed, he would be a great hero. Then you can explain it to the group leader.

But Claude and Lucien are not stupid either. They don't listen to this guy's instructions at all. They look at him as if they were looking at nothing. Many people even took the risk and started to retreat. Anyway, there was no one within a radius of 20 meters around Baudouin, and almost all the officers and soldiers in the company were staying away from him.

"Baudouin is going crazy, haha, have you seen how stupid he is!"

Lucien laughed so hard that he completely forgot that he was on the most dangerous battlefield. It was more important to laugh at Baudouin than to think about how to save his life.

Fortunately, Claude made up for his shortcomings in this area. The cunning Gascon had been carefully observing the surrounding situation. Suddenly he pulled Lucien, who was laughing endlessly, and ordered in a low voice:

"Stop laughing and come with me!"

Lucien asked blankly: "Where to go?"

Claude said angrily: "Go home!"

Of course Lucien knew it was impossible to go home, so he asked sarcastically: "What are you going to do?"

Claude took a deep breath and said, "Did you see that big pit fifty meters away?"

Lucien nodded numbly and asked: "Then what?"

"Follow me into the pit as fast as you can!"

Lucien was puzzled: "Why? Isn't it nice here? And it belongs to Antoine's company's offensive area, right?"

Claude kicked him: "What a bastard, come with me! Now Antoine Company no longer exists, they won't care if we cross the line!"

Let's talk, Claude took the lead and rushed forward. Lucien didn't understand but he still followed him honestly. The two friends, one tall and one short, ran like wild horses, fully armed and running for fifty seconds. It took only six seconds to cover the distance of 100 meters!

"Hoo ho!" Lucien panted heavily and asked, "What are we doing here?"

Claude's health was not as good as his, so he was naturally breathing harder. It took him a while to recover, and he explained impatiently: "Save your life! Antoine Company is finished, and now we are the first blow to the Russians. Target, what do you think the Russians will do next?”

Lucien snorted and replied as if he suddenly understood: "Will they focus their firepower on us next?"

"right!"

Claude carefully raised his head and glanced at the situation outside the pit, and replied with certainty: "It has already begun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several mortar shells landed near their original hiding place. For a moment, the ground shook and rocks and soil flew everywhere, then several more shells fell, and then the ground shook again.

The shelling lasted for four rounds in total. When the smoke cleared, Lucien looked up and was horrified to find that the position where he and Claude were originally was hit by a shell. If they had not been transferred in advance, they would probably have no bones left by now!

He swallowed hard, looked at Claude in horror and admiration and said, "How do you know?"

Claude snorted coldly: "What's so difficult about this? Didn't I tell you just now that Antoine's company is over and the Russians will deal with us? How do you think the Russians will deal with us?"

Lucien nodded in admiration. He didn't believe this statement at all. He was somewhat superstitious and believed that Claude had the ability to predict the future. He decided that no matter what Claude said next, no matter how incredible it was, he would believe it unconditionally.

It's just that Lucien didn't expect that the unbelievable would come so quickly. Just when the gunshots were heard on the Russian position, Claude said to him again: "Okay, it's almost time to rest. Let's continue to move. It's not safe here yet. Leave quickly!"

Walk?

Lucien raised his head and glanced at the battlefield where bullets were flying everywhere. Wouldn't it cost someone to rush out now?