"Twelve hours left!"

Bayan glanced at the pocket watch in his hand and saw that his left shoulder could no longer move at all.

I don’t know if I will become a one-armed man in the future!

Just change!

At least, I can leave this battlefield of blood and fire.

Although I am tired of this place where human life is like a waste, I really want to leave and leave these brothers who have gone through life and death.

Bayan felt a little reluctant to give up again!

The battlefield is such a strange place. Before a group of people come here, they will quarrel, fight, ridicule each other, and even go to the point of using knives and guns.

But when they get to the battlefield, they will hand their backs to the person who just called them a bastard.

This is the battlefield, a place where we can survive by hugging each other for warmth.

No matter what others think, Bayan feels that every man should live like this once.

There is a group of brothers who are willing to face death with you.

You can trust him unconditionally, and they can trust you unconditionally.

There are no too many thoughts between people, only unity to survive.

The battlefield contains passionate blood and indifference to death.

The brothers who were bragging and spanking each other just now may be lying next to them with incomplete corpses in the next moment.

All this may happen in the blink of an eye.

"The tractor that was given to you is right behind. You better get down. If you keep doing this, I'm really afraid that your arm will become useless."

Hugjirel put two cigarettes into his mouth, lit them with a match, took two puffs and gave one to Bayan.

"Damn it, you kid is tired of living, you dare to smoke at night." He said, but still took the cigarette.

Originally, he wanted to slap Gejizile, but unfortunately he could no longer lift his left arm.

"It's all here, just take one puff.

Damn Great China, when I was at home, I sold everything in my bag and couldn’t even afford two boxes.

Now, smoke whatever you want.

I thought about it, and then I started beating him with a cigarette in my mouth. I was really beaten to death, and I would die after taking one puff.

The herd of animals returned to the grassland, and grandma asked.

How did my son die?

They said, your son died because of smoking the Great China.

My grandma won’t be so sad either!”

Bayan sniffed. Maybe he was on the verge of death. There will always be a lot of fallacies in people's minds.

Just like what Hugjirel said, Bayan felt that there was not much difference between dying while smoking China and drinking Maotai liquor, and dying while chewing Wowotou.

Look at the Russian troops on the front line a few hundred meters away. They are just eating steamed buns.

Having eaten fried noodles all year round, they saw canned luncheon meat that the Ming army did not like, and steamed buns that almost no one ate during the Ming Dynasty.

They will glow with great enthusiasm!

So much so that there was a rumor circulating on the battlefield that the Russian army withdrew a squad of only two people from the front line.

In order to reward their bravery, they were pulled into the command post and given a large pile of lunch meat and steamed buns for them to eat as they pleased.

As a result, the two guys who finally managed to survive from the battlefield died in the command post.

Some people say that this story is made up. What’s so delicious about broken lunch meat? Can you eat it to death?

But Bayan, who has experienced hard times, knows that this story is not false.

The Russians are so poor that even the fried noodles they eat have to be provided by the Ming Dynasty.

The Ming army would not eat fried noodles that tasted pungent.

What's more, there are a lot of grains mixed in those fried noodles.

In the words of those animals, this is fucking pig food.

"What are you thinking about?" Hugjirel asked curiously when Bayan didn't speak.

"What are you thinking about?

I think the Russians fought on pig food, and they fought so hard.

For what?"

"Only a ghost knows, I still want to know. I came here from the grassland to fight for money. What did those Ming people do for me?

They don’t lack food or drink!”

Hugjirel took a puff of cigarette and glanced into the darkness in the distance.

Over there is a position composed entirely of people from the Ming Dynasty. It is said that they are Liao army troops who started as generals.

It's different if you have something to rely on. When you fire artillery later, you have to take care of two more shells.

"I don't know! What the hell, I can't save this arm anyway.

When I get home, Daming will also make arrangements.

Do you still remember Tu Balshe who had his leg blown off in our camp last time?"

"Picture Balshe? He's the one with the big beard. After eating all day long, his beard is all greasy.

Didn't his leg get blown off? I heard that his leg was amputated off in the rear hospital.

I will never be able to ride a horse again in this life, and I will have to rely on crutches to walk.

I heard that he has a good relationship with the regiment commander, and it was the regiment commander who encouraged him to become the company commander."

"Last time I went to the regiment, he wrote a letter to the regiment leader." Bayan took a long puff of cigarette.

"Write a letter? When did that animal know how to write? Why didn't I know?" Hugjiril was a little confused.

That guy can't even understand a whole sentence, but he actually knows how to write a letter?

"He said that his wife wrote it." Bayan puffed out a big puff of smoke.

"Wife? He's still taking advantage of that thing?" Hugjiril knew the picture very well.

His family was so poor that they didn't even have a tattered felt bag.

When the weather is the coldest, I sneak into other people's sheep piles and hold the sheep to sleep.

If I hadn't become a soldier, I'd probably freeze to death in someone's sheepfold one day.

Wife? He will have that legendary thing?

"The official found him, and he was someone who could read.

It is said that he was exiled to the Western Regions because of something wrong in his family.

This guy is now the director of a farm in the Western Region.

He has more than 300 people in charge!

Drinking wine and gnawing lamb all day long, my life is so moist.

He wrote to the group leader saying that he had a daughter-in-law and he was illiterate and asked the group leader to help him name her.

Damn it, this kid has copied it."

"Damn it, is there such a good thing?" Hugjiril's eyes widened.

In charge of more than 300 people, he has wine and meat to eat every day, and a wife who warms the bed.

He actually has a literate wife!

This is the day in heaven!

Listening to Bayan's words, Hugjirel's mouth watered.

He is also the company commander now!

Just the rank is still lieutenant!

"Boss, if I go back, can the official family provide me with a wife?"

When he thought of his wife, Huge Jirile was ready to make a move.

"have no idea!

But I guess it would be okay to become a farm director in the Western Regions.

Even if your legs are blown away, they can grow back on the spot. There is nothing wrong with your arms and legs.

When you become the director of a farm and manage hundreds of people, are you still worried about not having a wife?"

"Yes!" Hugjirel nodded, convinced.

"What about you? Be the farm director too?

You are the battalion commander, and you probably have to take care of a farm of more than a thousand people."
To be continued...