Struggle in Russia

Bertrand rushed to Claude's side, crawling and crawling, looking as embarrassed as he could.

"Give me a hand!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Damn it, give me a hand!"

No one made any move when Bertrand was a few steps away. Everyone looked at him motionless, and many even simply pretended not to hear.

Obviously, everyone has a scale in mind, and everyone knows who is worthy of saving and who is not worthy of help.

Bertrand didn't feel embarrassed, or even thought he had done anything wrong. Instead, he thought that these damn soldiers were becoming more and more lawless, and he really wanted to raise his gun and shoot them one by one.

It's just that he only has one bullet in the chamber, and he knows very well that he can kill at most one person, and then when he changes the bullet, he will be beaten to pieces by these damn guys. He didn't want to die yet, so he controlled his temper and didn't choose to explode.

After taking a breath, he continued to crawl forward with his elbows until he reached the back of the slightly raised slope. When the Russians could no longer see him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this time, no one paid attention to him, as if he was a ball of air, or simply an invisible person. Finally, he felt a little embarrassed. He wanted to say something to relieve the embarrassment, but he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

After a while, he gave up his intention to speak, climbed a few steps forward, and raised his head slightly to observe the movements of the Russian army.

The Russian army's attention was focused on Abel's side. The bullets were whizzing there, suppressing the bastard so much that he couldn't raise his head. He watched people on Abel's side being shot constantly and kept shouting for help. Belt Lang was also a little pleased.

He couldn't help cheering for the Russians in his heart: "Kill that bastard, kill him with one shot!"

Apparently he also realizes how hateful assholes are, but he doesn't feel like he's an asshole himself, and that's the biggest problem.

After resting for a while, he found that the straight-line distance from the Russian position was about two hundred meters. It seemed that he could rush through such a short distance in one breath. He counted the remaining people on his side, and there were about two more. ten people.

He couldn't help but have another thought. If he ordered the soldiers to rush forward, it seemed that he would be able to achieve success easily!

He couldn't help but feel excited again. This was probably the closest he had come to breaking through the Russian position since the war began. If he can seize this opportunity, not only can he take off his hat as acting company commander, but he might also be able to leave a deep impression on the regiment leader.

Do you want to do it?

Bertrand only hesitated for a second, and then gave the order decisively: "Lucien, Claude, you and your brothers, charge immediately and attack the Russian position. Quick! Act immediately!"

Lucien and Claude were stunned. In fact, all the soldiers in this area were stunned, because they all saw Bertrand's embarrassed look just now, and they all felt that after this guy experienced this, he should know more about human affairs, no At least he won't be such a jerk anymore.

But who would have thought that this guy would sprout again in a solid state? His grandma's behavior is really incorrigible!

Lucien was the first to get angry and shouted at Bertrand: "What did you say? Tell me again!"

Lucien's fierce and murderous look gave Bertrand a start, and he shuddered before he realized - I am an officer and a company commander, why should I be afraid of a small soldier.

Suddenly he braced his waist and shouted: "I order you to charge, are you deaf?"

"charge?!"

Lucien rolled up his sleeves and was about to go over and beat this guy up. He couldn't bear it anymore. Even if he went to court martial, he would beat this bastard to death. But Claude stopped him and just said coldly: "Ignore him, just pretend you didn't hear him!"

This was not said quietly, on the contrary Claude said it very loudly, even openly. This made Bertrand so angry that he said angrily: "What did you say, Claude! Tell me again!"

Claude just rolled his eyes at him, and then said loudly: "Just treat him as a fart and don't pay attention to him!"

Bertrand's face turned green with anger. This was the first time he had been humiliated by a subordinate like this. He suddenly became furious and said in his heart: "Okay, you are going to shake things up. Let's see how I deal with you!"

He immediately ordered to the other soldiers: "What are you still doing? You haven't seen them blatantly disobeying orders, why don't you take them down!"

But what made him embarrassed at his grandma's house was that no one paid any attention to him this time. Even the soldiers who had just come with him turned away and pretended not to hear. Some soldiers even taunted in a low voice:

"This idiot really can't understand the situation and thinks he can give orders!"

"Huh, don't even look at what I've become like. I'm still being yelled at by others. What a coward!"

"You know how to bully us soldiers, how can you yell at Abel if you have the ability! What the hell!"

This made Bertrand so angry that smoke was rising from his head, but he really didn't dare to continue shouting because the soldiers had already made it clear that they didn't care about him. He was just a mere commander. What could he do?

Lucien had been observing him, and he was secretly very happy when he saw that he was so deflated and beaten that he couldn't make a sound. He bumped Claude with his elbow and said with a smile: "See the expression on that stupid face. Is it? It’s like eating two kilograms of Xiang!”

Claude turned his head and looked at Bertrand and then at Lucien, and said contemptuously: "You deserve it!"

"That's true!" Lucien smiled, "But when we get back, do you think that kid will cause trouble?"

Claude snorted coldly: "That's absolutely true, he is that kind of person!"

Lucien immediately asked nervously: "What should we do? Then aren't we doomed?"

Claude shook his head and sighed: "You're overthinking it. In this current situation, it's hard to say whether we can go back or not!"

Lucien looked at the Russian position opposite, and then at the road back. Well, this road must be more difficult than when he came here. Anyway, he didn't dare to run away with his back.

Suddenly, his heart felt cold again. Seeing that it was already getting late, once Abel and others retreated, they would not be left here waiting to die.

"I don't want to be a prisoner." Lucien said weakly.

Claude sighed and said: "I don't want to either. I heard that the Russians are very barbaric and have the habit of abusing prisoners, and..."

"And what?" Lucien asked nervously.

"And what if they don't want prisoners?"

Don’t want prisoners?

Lucien suddenly thought of the most terrifying possibility. What if polar bears killed prisoners? It seems that there have been such rumors before, as if they don’t like to see the French...