Struggle in Russia

Lucien's lame-duck behavior made Claude extremely happy. He had to admit that without this living treasure, his military career would definitely be more gloomy.

Sighing, he kicked Lucien and shouted softly: "Don't be embarrassed, follow me!"

Lucien suddenly let out a long breath: "It's too scary. The Russian guy is also very damaging, and he actually uses such dirty tricks!"

Claude rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, your fellow countryman is staring at you!"

After hearing this, Lucien quickly shut up and followed Claude forward. The timid thief was really cute.

It's just that Claude is not so relaxed. Although he is very clever, this does not mean that he is completely sure of every step.

The psychological pressure was not ordinary. Anyway, Claude's back was soaked with sweat before he walked a hundred meters. This made Lucien behind him look surprised, and from time to time he would poke his head out from behind Claude and look around like a curious baby.

It took Claude and others a full forty minutes to pass through the so-called explosive danger zone. Fortunately, no one was hit today.

However, Claude and others had no time to rejoice, because the barbed wire fence was still there, and the bodies of the comrades who died yesterday and the craters were still vivid in their minds. For a moment, everyone recalled the terrible morning yesterday.

"Be careful!" Claude warned.

Before he could finish his words, a familiar whistling sound came from the air. This time, no one needed to remind him. Everyone immediately looked for cover.

boom! boom! boom!

Three mortar shells fell around Claude and others. The violent explosions and the mushroom clouds in the sky made Claude and Lucien tremble in their hearts - the Russians started again!

The effect of the first round of shelling can only be said to be average. The shells fell around Claude and others and did not cause many casualties.

Then the second round of shelling came again, with the same three explosions. This time the shells seemed to be a little denser, but they still exploded around Claude and the others.

The only effect of this round of shelling was to crowd many people in the company together. After all, no one saw the shells falling not far from their feet and stayed there indifferently waiting to die.

Lucien also wanted to run away, but was caught by Claude, which made the big man confused:

"Why don't you run?"

"Take a look first, I feel something is wrong!"

After saying this, Claude turned around and continued to observe the surrounding situation, not even taking the bombardment seriously.

Of course, Lucien was getting angry. He rolled around in the crater uneasily, as if something was burning his buttocks.

At this moment, the third round of shelling came, this time six shells, and they were fired very accurately, hitting the most densely populated area.

Suddenly it was a mess, more than twenty people were directly killed, and countless others were injured.

Screams, cries, and the officers' wanton shouting all rang out, and the scene was a mess!

"Did you see it? This is the purpose of the Russians, to use artillery fire to drive us into a group and then eat them all!"

In fact, there is no need for Claude to say that Lucien has seen it himself. The difference is that when Claude revealed the truth, he was even more shocked.

"You mean, the Russian guy did it on purpose?!"

Claude sneered: "Otherwise? Do you think it's a coincidence? I've told you that the Russians are extremely evil, and they will do whatever it takes to win!"

Lucien licked his lips. He felt a cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making him feel cold all over!

But there is no time to shock you on the battlefield. Just as he was stunned, the fourth round of shelling roared over. Tear to pieces those poor souls who had just fled.

"Stop standing there," Claude pushed him, "It's not safe here either, so hurry up!"

But this time, the two people who wanted to grease the soles of their shoes and run away were stopped by the military police who came to block the way.

"Only forward and no retreat are allowed. Those who disobey will be punished with leaving their posts without authorization and escaping from the battlefield!"

With no way to retreat, the two people could only turn around and return to the front line again, finding a relatively safe place to whisper at the base of the broken wall.

"Look, Anton is dead too, and he was the one dangling from the barbed wire... What a good man, he even bought me a drink, and yet he died in such an embarrassment. The reason was that he couldn't do anything with the barbed wire!"

Anton's death also made Lucien angry. In just a few minutes, he had seen several close drinking buddies die tragically in front of the barbed wire, but his fellow countryman still only knew to order them to rush forward and die.

"Didn't I say it yesterday, these officials are all trash!" Claude agreed.

In the blink of an eye, twenty or thirty corpses were piled up in front of the barbed wire fence.

If it hadn't been for the heavy fire from the coalition artillery that interrupted the Russian army, more people would have died.

"These damn cannons are useless. They haven't been able to knock down the Russians' hidden mortars for so many days. It's a complete waste of shells!"

Claude deeply agreed with this. He snorted coldly: "So our cannons are the playthings of the generals, while the Russian mortars are the reliable companions of the soldiers!"

Lucien also made some sarcastic remarks to the officer, and suddenly said: "There are not many men in the company. I'm afraid it will be our turn to die soon. Think of a way!"

Claude really had no choice this time. He could only stretch his neck and rush upward.

As expected, Lucien's fellow villagers were not polite to the so-called fellow villagers at all, and ordered the two brothers to rush forward without any courtesy, otherwise they would be shot on the spot.

"Fuck, this bastard!" Lucien was angry, "If my family hadn't loaned him money, how could he have gone to the military academy? He's just a white-eyed wolf!"

Claude had no intention of complaining. He simply suppressed his body and got rid of all the burdens except the rifle.

Of course, he didn't mind throwing away the gun if he could save his life. But with the military police and officers watching from behind, he didn't dare to go too far.

He almost crawled all the way, lying on the ground with a cold sweat on his forehead, and finally rushed to the barbed wire fence. Looking at this "natural chasm", he seemed to be in a dilemma.

"Man, think of a way, the Russians are targeting us," Lucien screamed, "Damn, damn, damn!"

In the end, Lucien didn't even know what he was shouting, it was just hysterical babble.

Claude was slightly better than him. While he was studying the structure of the barbed wire fence nervously, he was fidgeting with the wire with the bayonet in his hand, but the bayonet was obviously not suitable for this.

Suddenly his eyes lit up and he shouted excitedly to Lucien: "Give me your ax, quickly! Damn it, I know you must have it with you, right?"

Although he didn't know what Claude wanted the ax for, Lucien quickly handed it over...