Struggle in Russia

Claude looked at the aggrieved Lucien and sighed deeply: "My friend, sometimes I don't know what to say to you. Why can't you always understand my intentions correctly?"

Looking into Lucien's eyes, he asked slowly: "Why don't you think about it carefully, why did I bring everyone to this damn ghost place? And why do I have to separate Bertrand from us?" "

Lucien was stunned, and after a while he asked weakly: "You mean?"

Claude interrupted before he finished speaking: "Yes, we must deal with Bertrand, otherwise we will not have a good life after we go back! Now can you be quiet and let us do what we should do?" What's going on?"

Lucien nodded quickly, with an eager expression on his face, obviously unable to wait.

Claude quickened his pace and soon left Bertrand and the others far behind. Unfortunately, neither Bertrand nor the other soldiers realized Claude's true intention. Claude and Lucien had no doubts, and even Bertrand wished they had gone further, because he couldn't help but get angry when he saw these two guys.

After a while, Claude and Lucien really disappeared. At this time, the soldiers became a little anxious:

"Damn it, I can't see Claude and Lucien. Where have they gone?"

"Should we stop?"

"Damn, I thought they should be found first!"

"That's right, we can't ignore Claude and Lucien, they are our brothers!"

Everyone was arguing endlessly, and their opinions were very different. They were generally divided into two groups: those who wanted to find Claude and Lucien, and those who didn't want to care about them and just wanted to move on.

Among them, the latter was a small group headed by Bertrand. Without the threat of Lucien, this guy started to tremble again.

"We should keep going, maybe they are waiting for us ahead!"

He first tried to seduce and persuade, but the effect was not ideal, because most of the soldiers neither trusted him nor liked him, so naturally they would not listen to him.

Seeing that the persuasion was not effective, he immediately changed his face and shouted: "Okay, if you want to stay here and wait for death, then you can just die. But I will never stay, I will move on." , whoever wants to leave, follow me, we will definitely be able to return to the camp safely even without those two guys!"

After saying that, he strode forward without looking back, causing a commotion among the soldiers. They argued fiercely, and it took a while before two soldiers chose to follow him.

"I didn't expect that there would be fools following Bertrand. Don't they have any brains? That guy is a complete bastard and not worthy of trust at all!" Lucien, who was hiding in the bushes, muttered in a low voice.

Claude next to him sneered: "They are not brainless, but they want to curry favor with Bertrand. After all, he is an officer."

Lucien asked softly: "What should they do?"

Claude shook his head and said: "Get rid of them together. Whoever lets them follow Bertrand to be his lackeys is an enemy of us. We can only get rid of them. Hurry, they are going far away. Hurry up and follow!"

The two men crept out of the bushes and carefully fell behind the three Bertrands. The three men were not walking very fast. It was obvious that Bertrand was not as confident as he said, he was just like a little thief. He groped forward furtively, cursing Claude and Lucien in his mind, complaining that these two people had caused him trouble again, forcing him to take risks and move forward.

Bertrand walked very slowly. It was obvious that he felt very unsure after leaving the main force. This made Lucien very anxious. If he continued walking at this speed, he might not be able to deal with Bertrand by daybreak. He couldn't bear it anymore. He kept asking Claude:

"Let's do it, don't wait any longer!"

"I think it's far enough away!"

"Don't wait, it will be difficult if he walks out of the forest!"

Claude was not anxious at all, and always told Lucien to be patient. This kind of thing must be killed with one strike, and must not miss, let alone be caught, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

Half an hour later, when Lucien was getting restless, the three Bertrands in front stopped, as if they were tired from walking and were discussing something. At this time, Claude lowered his voice and said: "Be prepared and aim!"

Lucien quickly took off his rifle and lay down carefully to take aim. At this time, Claude continued to command: "Aim at Bertrand. He is the primary target. The other two are secondary targets. Even if we can't solve it, it doesn't matter!"

Lucien hurriedly responded. He carefully aimed at Bertrand. For the first time, he felt hot flashes in his palms and couldn't help but feel nervous. Although he had shot at the enemy on the battlefield more than once, he had no psychology of killing. burden.

But this was the first time that he pointed the gun at one of his own, and it was his fellow villager and commander. This was completely different. He could feel his heart beating.

"Take a deep breath," Claude also noticed that he was a little nervous, and quickly reminded: "Don't be nervous, my friend, adjust your breathing, remember, we are here to protect ourselves, wait for my order before firing, my chance is not There is so much, don’t waste it!”

Lucien nodded again, followed Claude's instructions and began to take deep breaths, and kept telling himself that Bertrand was a bastard and almost killed him. He was just treating others with their own way, which was very fair. Reasonable.

Just when he had just adjusted his breathing and used his aim to trap Bertrand, Claude whispered: "Fire!"

Lucien subconsciously pulled the trigger, and with a loud bang, the butt of the gun hit his shoulder hard. He glanced at Bertrand subconsciously, and then mechanically opened the chamber and reloaded the ammunition according to previous training. .

At this time, Claude had fired his second shot, targeting the soldier on Bertrand's right. Lucien had only seen him once and did not know his name. A stranger wearing a French uniform was shot to death. It was no burden to him, but it was not so easy after that, because he was very familiar with Lubeck, another soldier. They had drank and played cards together, and they were even friends. But now he had to shoot him. It feels so bad.

Lucien hesitated for a second, and then pulled the trigger. His marksmanship was very good, and he hit Lubeck's thigh. This lean man was very tough. After being shot, he tried to fight back, but he was immediately shot. De's gun rang again, and then Lucien continued to load bullets and fired fiercely regardless, until all three people on the opposite side fell to the ground...