"Your name is Ding San?" The old monkey squinted at the sniper who had just been assigned to him.

A group of veterans gathered around him, all lying or sitting lazily on the edge of the ruins.

Some wore steel helmets crookedly, while others simply wore cotton hats.

They were all dirty, and two of them were eating white flour pancakes with their big black hands.

The slightly yellowed dough cake was grabbed by these two pairs of claws and immediately turned black.

They were sizing up Ding San, and Ding San was sizing up at them.

These people look more like bandits than soldiers.

At least among the Ming army, they were considered an anomaly.

I don’t know if I’m lucky or unlucky to be assigned to such a team.

"Yeah!" Ding San gave an answer very characteristic of Liaodong.

"Liaodong people?"

"Yeah!"

"Come from the Northern Front?" A veteran held a gun and looked at the skinny little Ding San.

"Yeah!"

"What battles have you fought?"

"The Battle of Smolensk." Ding San seemed uncomfortable speaking so many words at once, and his eyes were a little wandering when he spoke.

"Company commander, you don't look ruthless."

"It's not like the higher ups are fooling us!"

"Eighty percent, this little body is about the same height as a sniper rifle."

"His gun is quite strange. It seems to be much larger than our sniper rifle."

"Company Commander, is there anything to eat?" Ding San finally focused his eyes again, looking at the old monkey who looked like a bandit leader.

"Didn't you get dry food at the military station when you came?" The old monkey smoked a cigarette and looked at Ding San impatiently through the smoke.

The Ming army would be hungry, that would be a joke.

Only those yellow-haired people will starve, including the Russians, Ming's allies.

In the words of the old monkey, pigs won't eat anything they eat.

This matter has not been tested, because the Russians will eat pigs alive when they see them.

"I ate at the military station and got some food.

However, on the way, I met Huang Maozi, whom I met in Smolensk, and I gave him everything I ate.

He is starving to death!" Ding San kicked the broken bricks on the ground with his feet.

"Are you stupid? You can support hundreds of thousands of people?

Even their emperor doesn’t support them, how can you afford it?”

"The boy has a good heart."

"Don't be reluctant to shoot Huang Maozi for a while!"

"Hehehe!"

After hearing Ding San's words, a group of veterans laughed "ha" and "ha".

Although they were allied forces, few people in the Ming army looked down upon the Russians.

There were many incidents of Ming army soldiers playing tricks on Russian officers!

The Russian army had no choice but to barely keep their stomachs full.

As for drinking clean cold water like the Ming army did, that is simply impossible. In fact, the Russian army mainly relied on eating snow to quench their thirst.

"Why give it to them?" As soon as the old monkey spoke, many veterans fell silent.

The feeling of entering a bandit's den is getting stronger and stronger!

"He saved my life in Smolensk. I didn't expect to meet him here."

"One mouthful is nothing. It's not easy to remember other people's things. You are also a kind person!

Then who...!

Ergazi, get two big cakes. Uh...and get a can of canned beef.

Now that we are separated, we will become our brothers from now on.

You birdies, don’t even think about bullying others, do you hear me?”

After the old monkey finished speaking, he glanced left and right.

"promise!"

One by one, the veterans promised.

The company has been in Tsaritsyn for five days. It was at the front line at first, and it was only withdrawn yesterday to rest and recuperate.

After a battle, the entire company suffered 16 casualties.

This casualty ratio can be regarded as the smallest in the entire division.

In this company, the most vulnerable to casualties are the new recruits.

Therefore, veterans generally don't take recruits seriously.

God knows, whether the guy who was alive and kicking yesterday will be a broken corpse tomorrow.

The death of a stranger is different from the death of an acquaintance.

Therefore, the veterans in the company are not willing to deal with the new recruits.

"Here, there's hot soup over there. Go scoop it up yourself." A guy with dark claws handed Ding San two pieces of dough cake.

The guy in charge of military supplies also threw a bottle of canned beef to Ding San.

Ding San didn't mind it, so he opened the can himself, took the rice bowl to the hot pot and scooped out a basin of soup.

A bite of canned food, a bite of flatbread, and the hot soup was enough to eat.

After a while, beads of sweat broke out on my head.

There are three companies in the camp, one company is all Mongolians. The other company is almost all new recruits, and the only one who knows how to fight is Old Monkey's company.

But what makes everyone feel uncomfortable the most is that they are all from the Han family, but they have to be called the Mongolian camp.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, an order came from above to move all the troops up.

"Fuck, you've been slapped on the crotch all morning?" The old monkey looked at the order and cursed angrily.

Picking up the Aka rifle, the old monkey stood up and said hello: "Let's go! Let's go to work."

The veterans cursed and picked up their rifles, and followed the old monkey lazily in a group.

"Help me clean the basin. I'll use it when I get back." Ding San looked at the unfinished broth, quickly fished out two bones, gnawed them clean, and placed the rice basin on the stone in front of the kitchen door.

"good!"

The cooking class agreed and put Ding San's rice bowl into a pile of rice bowls.

Some rice bowls have names on them, and some have no names. They are all neatly placed on the cases, and there are two to three hundred of them.

Death is still very taboo among the Han people, and no one wants to eat from a dead person's rice bowl.

Ding San, holding a sniper rifle, followed the team at the back.

A sniper team was supposed to have two people, but now there was only him.

However, the sniper rifle Ding San carries on his back is the most advanced sniper rifle.

The so-called advanced is because the caliber of this rifle has been increased to 12.7 mm.

The larger the caliber, the longer the range.

The original sniper rifle was 7.62mm, the same caliber as the Aka rifle.

The shooting distance is just over 300 meters, maybe 400 meters at most.

Being able to hit a target six hundred meters away is a marksman.

But this is not the case with this large-caliber sniper rifle of 12.7 mm. The increased muzzle velocity brought by the increased caliber can easily harvest lives six hundred meters away.

Some relatively skilled shooters have successfully hunted targets 900 meters away.

This kind of sniper rifle is only issued to experienced snipers who have killed more than fifty people.

Ding San is one of the first hundred snipers issued with this sniper rifle.

The only drawback of this sniper rifle is that it is a bit heavy.

For a person like Ding San who is not very strong physically, it is simply a burden.

Ding San, who was carrying a heavy load, quickly followed the team for two or three kilometers and arrived at their defense area.

This is a factory area where countless shells have fallen. This was supposed to be some kind of factory.

About one kilometer away is the position of the Mongolian company.

It was a building made of reinforced concrete, and the Russians called it the Pavlov Building.
To be continued...