Struggle in Russia

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Boris yawned, then rubbed his big eyes full of shit, stretched happily, and finally crawled out of the bed reluctantly.

Hong Kong Zhen, if he doesn't have to perform daily exercises, as a company commander, he must set an example, otherwise he really doesn't want to get up. He reluctantly glances at a certain delicate viscountess beside him. Such a good day is really letting people. Reluctant to think about Shu!

To be honest, this is the most pleasant day since Boris entered the Black Sea and Wallachia. He had never thought that fighting could be so moisturized. Because when I mentioned war in the past, almost all the seniors, including his father or the grandparents of his fellow villager, talked about things like corpses and blood.

Boris has always thought that war is constantly killing and killing, and constantly struggling to survive in pain, thinking that every day is a lick of blood and a rain of bullets.

But all this happened in Wallachia completely overthrew his inherent impression, and the war can be turbulent or pleasant. At least for now, he's having a good time. Except for daily exercises, most of the time is marching on the road.

Occasionally, you need to take out knives and guns to scare the villagers in Moldavia and Wallachia. Very rarely, you need to shoot, almost showing the bayonet, and the Wallachia villagers are honest. Then it is time to eat and drink. I feel so bored that I can go with the wife or daughter of the Wallachian squire to relieve my boredom.

Although these country chicks can't compare with the eight hundred decent noble ladies in the city, they are better than the original ecology, and they can be regarded as unique.

If you don’t like women, you can drink. The wines of Wallachia are very good, cheap and much better than the inferior goods imported from St. Petersburg and Moscow. Anyway, you can drink as much as you want, completely different from worrying about your wallet.

Boris belongs to the kind of existence that loves drinking and chicks, so he is a rotation that sees the sky. The day before he gets himself drunk, and the next day he finds a few chicks to vent, or simply go on the two together. In short, this is very Fei Yaozi.

Only then has he entered Wallachia for so many days, 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 groggy head, he violently staggered to the camp. The so-called camp was a temporarily requisitioned manor. The owner of the manor was said to be the Revolutionary Party. Before the Russian devils could come over, he had already brought his wife and children. Fleeing hastily to Austria. Vishniak was bargained for a huge manor for nothing, and this slumber had transformed it into his own palace, which was called a romantic jolly.

Boris grabbed his temple and pulled a chair casually and sat down with the back of the chair. He put his chin on the back of the chair to save a lot of energy. As for Vishniak, who was sitting at the top, he didn't get much better. The love saint's face turned black, and at first glance, he was over-indulgence, and he looked like a weak waist.

The dining table serving as the conference table is still full of evidence of the previous night’s carnival—there are messy wine bottles, and there are even two drunk cats lying under the table snoring and sleeping.

For a long time, Vishniak picked up the glass and took a sip of beer casually. The smell of alcohol seemed to stimulate his sensitive nerves. He squeezed his forehead and kneaded it constantly. It seemed that the hangover headache was very serious.

I don’t know how long it took. Vishniak finally became sober. While holding his forehead, he asked casually: "Everyone is here, then prepare for a meeting..."

These words made the groggy Boris suddenly awake, he looked left and right, and then reminded: "That...it seems that there is one less person...Nicolas seems to have not come yet..."

Nicholas was the commander of the third company and the one with the best drinker among the officers. He was an elephant who could drink alcohol. He could drink half of the alcohol on the table almost every time, even if it was Bao Bao. People like Reese can only bow down

Generally speaking, Nicholas will never fail. It is impossible to stop him from a small scene like last night. He shouldn't be here yet!

For a while, several other company commanders and deputy company commanders also looked around, seeming to be very unbelievable about this result. At this time, Vishniak, who was sitting at the top, sighed, "No need to find Nikolai. This idiot drank too much last night and fell into the pit...Thanks to the sentinel's timely discovery, otherwise he has to become a member of our army. The first officer to die in the pit... he smells bad now, and the wine is not awake, let him lie down!"

While talking, Vishniak kneaded his forehead fiercely, wondering how angry he was at the news! Only those who know him understand, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is just a real headache!

"There are a few things to be notified of during today's meeting. The first is that you will never drink those **** absinthes in the future. This thing is too wrong. After all, we are still at war. We can't be confused like Nicholas, otherwise we will be true. It's a laughingstock!"

Boris and the others nodded together, telling the truth. For the polar bears, absinthe is actually not interesting. They don't like the taste. If possible, vodka is enough for life holy water. So it doesn't matter whether you drink absinthe or not!

Vishniak went on to say 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 up, tomorrow we Will continue to move forward and head towards Bucharest!"

As soon as this statement came out, Boris and others began to whistle, because this was really great news. For them, they can live so well in the countryside of Wallachia, and they will not go to heaven if they enter Bucharest, the eastern Rome!

Boris and others seemed to see the beautiful scene of Chengshan's food and wine and groups of beautiful women. They can't help whistling together, one by one can't wait!

Seeing this, Vishniak couldn't help squeezing his forehead again, because he felt that these idiots had misunderstood his meaning, or that these idiots had been too moisturized recently and really regarded the war as a war. Child's play.

This is not a joke, so he solemnly warned: "Gentlemen, don't be so happy! This time we went to war. The brothers who were besieging Bucharest on the front line suffered a great loss. They ordered us to go for reinforcements and replace them. Complete the mission! We are not going to have fun, but to really fight!"