Struggle in Russia

Lucien naturally understood it. He did not disperse like other soldiers according to Claude's instructions, but came closer without leaving any trace.

"Are you okay?" he asked concerned.

Claude smiled bitterly and said: "It's okay for the time being, but it won't necessarily be the case later!"

Lucien was stunned: "Why?"

Claude rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "What do you think? I haven't told you what the hell this place is, and the Russian guy opposite won't make it easy for us!"

Just as he was speaking, guns and artillery fired from the Russian army's position, and the bullets splashed mud around Claude and others, leaving them in a panic for a while.

"What are you doing? Move forward quickly!" Seeing that Abel was obviously dissatisfied with the progress, Bertrand immediately began to urge him.

"This bastard!" Lucien despised this guy even more and immediately spat again.

"Ignore him," Claude didn't even look at the guy. He focused all his attention on observing the terrain. After a while, he said, "Let's go, I know what to do. Be careful where you step!"

After telling Lucien, he shouted to the other soldiers: "Guys, one hundred meters diagonally ahead, move forward!"

This area is a small slope, slightly raised, which can be regarded as the most natural shelter in this area. It's just that the distance is a bit far. It's more than 100 meters away and a few people might die!

But I don’t know whether the Claudes started to transfer, or whether the Russian army focused entirely on Abel, who had more people. Along the way, only one person was scratched by a stray bullet, and a poor guy was killed by stepping on a landmine. In addition, it can be regarded as "smooth sailing".

"It's finally safe!" Lucien let out a sigh of relief.

But Claude was not very happy. He nervously observed the situation of the Russian army. It was easy to see from his frown that he thought the situation was not optimistic at all.

"What's wrong?" Lucien asked softly.

Claude sighed: "There is no easy way out from now on!"

"What's next?" Lucien was stunned for a moment and then shouted angrily: "You mean those two bastards will let us rush ahead to explore the road?"

Claude snorted coldly: "What do you think? Do you think they will take pity on us and let us go?"

Lucien immediately stopped talking, because he knew that Claude was right. With the style of Bertrand and Abel, this kind of thing could definitely be done.

"Then what should we do? If we continue like this, we will definitely die!"

Claude sneered and said: "There is no end. It will be even more difficult for us to take another step forward. We will definitely die!"

"You must have a way, right, my friend?" Lucien asked hopefully.

Claude shook his head, which made Lucien feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave and his heart was cold. He was really in a trance and disheartened...

"Company Commander, hurry up, it's safe here, let the brothers come over!"

Just when Lucien felt that there was no hope in life, Claude suddenly waved his arms and shouted in the direction of Bertrand and Abel at the loudest voice, which immediately made Lucien furious.

He kicked Claude and accused him unhappily: "You are crazy. They treat us like this and you still welcome them like this. Who are you from?"

Claude chuckled and said: "Of course it's from your end. Stop inking and shout after me. The louder the better, be sure to let the Russians hear it!"

Lucien wanted to ask what he could do if the Russians heard it, but Claude knew his friends too well and immediately added: "The Russians heard it, do you think they will let Abel and Bertrand come over? "

Lucien's eyes suddenly lit up, and without saying a word, he started shouting like this. Not to mention that the effect is truly incredible. His donkey-like voice is hard for Russians to hear even if they want to!

You said that the Russians didn't understand French, which is wrong. French at that time was the common language of the upper class, and anyone with a decent personality had to learn it, otherwise they would just stare at you and suffer the consequences of being dumb when you get to the upper class.

Therefore, the French's intention was immediately understood by the Russian army. What else is there to say? Just block it with firepower. In an instant, the passage that Claude and others had just walked out of was covered by a hail of bullets. Abel and Beltrand were pinned down and unable to move.

"What should I do? The Russians' firepower is too strong and I can't get through!" Bertrand curled up into a ball with his head in his hands and shouted towards Abel behind him.

Abel was not much better than him. He couldn't raise his head either. He could only reply in a muffled voice: "You ask me who I'm asking! Damn it, our target is too big. Lieutenant Bertrand, I order you to take him immediately." Move your men and distract the Russians, quickly!"

Bertrand directly sprayed a mouthful of old blood, asking him to divert the attention of the Russians. How did you come up with this unscrupulous method? Why can't you be the one to transfer? You have many people and great goals, so it's your turn to transfer!

But he also knew that it was absolutely wishful thinking to let Abel transfer. It was clear that they wanted him to die and distract the attention of the Russian army to save himself. How could he put himself in danger?

Naturally, Bertrand didn't want to take risks. He resisted: "The enemy's firepower is too strong. Brothers can't move! Just wait!"

But Abel couldn't wait, because the Russian army's firepower was too fierce, so you had to move. If you let the Russians continue to shoot at me, I might be killed.

"Can't wait any longer, execute the order immediately!" Abel refused Abel's request with a straight face without even thinking about it. And judging from his posture, as long as Bertrand disobeyed, he would immediately fall out.

Whoever gives Abel a high military rank will also give others a high rank. The weak Bertrand could only carry out the order even if he was extremely reluctant. He helplessly called up his remaining dozen or so people and crawled forward one by one.

Before taking two or three steps, two or three people were shot one after another, but Abel didn't care and still urged loudly. Looking at the posture, he wished that Bertrand's people would die faster.

Bertrand didn't dare to reason with Abel, not to mention that the theory was useless and would make him angry. Moreover, he didn't have the time to reason. The Russian army's bullets and bullets were enough to make him confused.

He climbed quickly on the ground using his hands and feet, not caring about the life or death of the people around him. He only had one thought, hurry up! Faster! Very close to the safe location!

"This bastard is so lucky!"

Lucien was quite unhappy when he saw Bertrand's brush with death several times. He really wished he could kill him with one shot.

"It doesn't matter," Claude didn't care much, "There will always be retribution!"