Struggle in Russia

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Boris yawned, then rubbed his big eyes filled with gum, stretched happily, and finally crawled out of bed reluctantly.

Gang Zhen, if he doesn’t have to do exercises every day, as a company commander, he must set an example, otherwise he really doesn’t want to get up, and reluctantly glances at a certain delicate Viscountess beside him. This kind of good life is really impressive. I don't want to miss Shu!

To tell the truth, these were the happiest days Boris had ever had since entering the Black Sea and Wallachia. He never thought that fighting could be so nourishing. Because when war was mentioned before, almost all the seniors, including his old man or the parents and grandparents of his friends in the same village, would say things like mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Boris has always thought that war is about killing and killing, struggling to survive in pain, thinking that every day is blood licking from the edge of a knife and a hail of bullets.

But what happened in Wallachia completely overturned his inherent impression, and war can be romantic or pleasant. At least for now he's having a good time. In addition to doing exercises every day, most of the time is marching.

Occasionally, it is necessary to take out a knife and gun to scare the villagers of Moldavia and Wallachia. In rare cases, it is necessary to shoot, almost showing a bayonet, and the villagers of Wallachia will be honest. Then there is the time to eat and drink, and if I feel so bored, I can have a blast with the wife or daughter of the Wallachian squire.

Although these country chicks can't be compared with the dignified aristocratic ladies in the city at all, they are better than the original ecology, and they have a special flavor.

If you don't like women, you can drink. Wallachia's wine is very good, cheap and much better than the inferior goods imported from foreign countries in St. Petersburg and Moscow. Anyway, you can drink as much as you want without worrying about your wallet.

Boris belongs to the kind of existence who likes both drinking and chicks, so he is in rotation every day. He gets drunk one day, finds a few chicks to vent his anger the next day, or simply has sex with both. In short, this is very It costs money.

It has only been a few days since he entered Wallachia, and he already feels a little powerless. So in his heart he told himself that he needed to be restrained, at most he could only drink three bottles of red wine and sleep with two girls a day, absolutely no more.

With a drowsy head, he walked violently to the battalion headquarters. The so-called battalion headquarters is a manor temporarily expropriated. The owner of the manor is said to be a revolutionary party. Before the Russian devils came, he had brought his wife and children He fled to Austria in a hurry. Such a large manor is worthless to Vishniak. This color embryo has transformed it into his own palace, which is called a romantic and happy.

Boris pinched his temples and randomly pulled out a chair and sat down with his arms around the back of the chair. He rested his chin on the back of the chair, which saved a lot of energy. As for Vishniak, who was sitting at the top, it was not much better. The lover's face was darkened, and it seemed that he was overindulgent, and he looked completely weak.

The dining table used as a conference table was still full of evidence of the previous night’s revelry—cups and plates were messed up, wine bottles were strewn all over the place, and there were even two drunk cats lying under the table, snoring and sleeping.

After a long time, Vishniak picked up the glass and took a sip of beer casually. The smell of alcohol seemed to irritate his sensitive nerves. He pinched his forehead and kept kneading it. It seemed that he had a severe hangover headache.

I don't know how long it took, but Vishniak finally became sober. While pinching his forehead, he asked casually, "Everyone is here, so we're going to have a meeting..."

These words made the drowsy Boris suddenly wake up. He looked left and right and reminded: "Well... it seems that there is one person missing... Nicholas seems to have not come yet..."

Nicholas is the company commander of the third company, and he is also the one who can drink the most among the officers. He is like an elephant who can drink, and he can drink half of the alcohol on the table almost every time.

Even a human bear like Boris can only bow down

Generally speaking, Nicholas is invincible. It is impossible for a small scene like last night to stop him. It shouldn't be here yet!

For a while, several other company commanders and deputy company commanders also looked around, as if they couldn't believe this result. At this time, Vishniak, who was sitting at the top, sighed: "There is no need to look for Nicholas, this idiot drank too much last night and fell into the latrine... Thanks to the sentinel who found it in time, otherwise he would have to become a member of our army." This is the first officer to die in the latrine...he is smelly now, and he is still drunk, let him lie down first!"

While speaking, Vishniak kneaded his forehead fiercely, and those who didn't know thought how angry he was at the news! Only those who know him understand, he is just a real headache!

"There are a few things to be notified at today's meeting. The first is that we are no longer allowed to drink those damned absinthe. It's a laughing stock!"

Boris and the others nodded together. To tell the truth, absinthe is not really interesting to polar bears. They don't like the taste. If possible, vodka, the holy water of life, would be enough. So it doesn't matter whether you drink absinthe or not!

Vishniak continued to talk about the second thing: "The second thing is that the commander gave an order. The day after tomorrow, um, it should be tomorrow. He gave the order last night... Listen carefully, tomorrow we will Will keep moving forward, towards Bucharest!"

As soon as this remark came out, Boris and others began to whistle, because this was really great news. For them, living in the countryside of Wallachia can be so nourishing, so they can't go to heaven in Bucharest, the Eastern Rome!

Boris and others seemed to see the beautiful scene of mountains of delicious food and wine and groups of beauties rushing towards them. They couldn't help whistling together, each of them couldn't wait!

Seeing this scene, Vishniak couldn't help pinching his forehead again, because he felt that these idiots misunderstood what he meant, or that these idiots had a good life recently, and they really regarded war as a Child's play.

This is not a joke, so he warned very solemnly: "Gentlemen, don't be so happy! We are going to fight this time. The brother troops who besieged Bucharest on the front line suffered a lot. The superiors ordered us to go to reinforcements to replace them Mission accomplished! We are not here for fun, but for real war!"