Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

After hearing the contents of the flyer, Yegor was so excited that he almost jumped up and danced, but Anton was so frightened that he held him tightly. "You don't want your life? If the political commissar sees it, you will be killed on the spot!"

Yegor's face flushed with excitement. "Kill me?! These bastards' days are coming to an end, let me see how they die!!"

"If you keep talking so loudly, you won't be able to see how he died."

When Yegor heard that it really made sense, he finally calmed down a little and stretched his head to look into the distance. "I don't know when the Germans will attack. I will surrender immediately! I should have fled to Western Ukraine if I had known." Unfortunately, Western Ukraine was previously ruled by Poland.

After the First World War ended with Germany's defeat, Poland, which had just regained its independence with the support of the Allied Powers, attempted to replace Germany's position in Ukraine and invaded Ukraine. This was the so-called Polish armed intervention period.

During that period, Poland killed many Ukrainians. Later, the Polish army was defeated by the Soviet army and was pursued all the way to the gates of Warsaw. In the end, if it had not defeated the Soviet army in the Battle of Warsaw, Poland might have perished. Later, the defeated Soviet Russia was forced to sign the Treaty of Riga with Poland, ceding Western Belarus and Western Ukraine to Poland. During its rule by Poland, the Western Ukraine region was brutally treated by Poland.

So I never thought about escaping to Western Ukraine before. Unexpectedly, when the European War broke out, it took the Germans less than a month to overthrow Poland, and also included Western Ukraine and Western Belarus.

But by then it was too late to escape. Stalin ordered border security to be strengthened and all stowaways to be shot; thus completely cutting off access to Western Ukraine.

"Aren't you afraid that the border guards will shoot you if you encounter them?"

"What if I'm lucky enough to get around those thugs?"

"I don't dare to gamble my life on luck." Anton took out the dry food and took a bite. "We can only have food rations until tomorrow morning, and I don't know what the higher authorities can do."

Yegor also took out dry food. The so-called dry food is brown bread, which is a mixture of rye flour and wheat bran and has a very hard texture. And when you eat it, it has a sour, salty, and smelly taste. People who have never eaten it think it is spoiled food.

In fact, Soviet soldiers did not like to eat it, but its biggest feature is that it is very deceptive. The main target of deception is the stomach of the eater, giving people a strong feeling of fullness. When the Soviet army faced food shortages, a large piece of black bread a day was enough.

"Who knows, we can't go to war hungry." Taking a bite of black bread, Yegor looked into the distance with envy. "I heard that Ukrainians there can eat meat every day."

Before they had even had a few bites, they saw the platoon leader "sneakily" bent over and walked over quickly, squeezing into their foxhole. "Egor, Anton. It's great for you two to stay together. It saves me an extra trip."

Yegor saw something strange on the platoon leader's face. It was unclear whether he was nervous or excited, his face was red, and he was trembling a little when he spoke. "Do you have any orders, comrade platoon leader?"

The platoon leader stretched out his head and looked around cautiously. After making sure that nothing was abnormal, he looked at the two men with a serious face. "Egor, I heard that your parents died of starvation in the famine a few years ago? Anton, did you have relatives who died at that time?"

Yegor and Anton couldn't help but look at each other, wondering what the platoon leader meant by mentioning this matter at this time. "Yes, comrade platoon leader."

"Do you want revenge?"

"Revenge?" Yegor couldn't understand what the platoon leader meant. "Revenge against whom?"

The platoon leader pointed to the political commissar with people shouting slogans in the distance. "Of course it's the Russians."

The two looked at each other again. The platoon leader's words were somewhat unexpected. Although they had roughly guessed what the platoon leader wanted to express, Yegor still wanted to confirm. "Platoon commander, are we surrendering?!"

"Shh!" The platoon leader made a silent gesture. "These bastards still let us continue to attack. Isn't this just letting us die in vain? So the division commander has made up his mind. But before that, we have to clear out these guys who may be in the way. Do you dare to do it?!"

Yegor and Anton nodded heavily without hesitation. "Of course, it's a dream."

"Very well, you go and get rid of Kudryash." Kudryash is a Russian and a well-known backbone. "It's best not to make too much of a fuss."

Yegor patted his bayonet. "We'll take care of it, comrade platoon leader."

The platoon leader nodded with satisfaction, carefully climbed out of the foxhole and walked towards another foxhole in the distance.

"Haha, I really didn't expect that the opportunity for revenge would come so soon." Yegor was shaking with excitement. He cursed a few times through gritted teeth and stopped eating black bread. He and Anton walked out of the skirmishers. Pit, go to find Kudryash.

Not far away they found Kudryash's foxhole. "Hey, Comrade Kudryash."

Kudryash, who was also nibbling on brown bread, frowned slightly. "Why didn't you defend your position and come here?"

"Well, we want to ask you some questions..."

"What are you talking about?" Anton rushed over and punched Kudryash in the face. After a few struggles, he grabbed his neck from behind and covered his mouth. "Quick Yegor!"

Yegor did not hesitate to pull out the three-edged thorn and plunged it into Kudryash's stomach.

The triangular-shaped saber appeared in ancient wars, but in modern wars, the three-sided thorn was carried forward by the Russian army. Whether it was World War I or World War II, the slender Mosinagan rifle with three-edged spikes became the representative of Russian soldiers. The biggest reason why the Russians love this bayonet so much is that the three-edged bayonet has extremely strong penetrating ability. In the cold Russian winter, soldiers all wear thick clothing, and the power of bayonets with poor penetration will be affected, but the three-edged bayonet does not have this problem.

Moreover, the power of the triangular bayonet is not only reflected in its penetrating power. Because of its special design, after completing the thrust, it is easy to draw the sword and fight again because of its unique shape. On the other hand, this high-power rifle bayonet is very convenient to manufacture and is fully suitable for large-scale wars.

As for the "difficult to suture wounds", "air embolism", and "toxic arsenic" that were praised in later generations, they are just exaggerations. Take "the wound is difficult to suture". In fact, this effect is not unique to the three-sided thorn. The fatal thing about a puncture wound is not that it breaks your skin, but that it damages internal organs and blood vessels. Once you are stabbed by a military thorn, even if it is an ordinary military thorn, you will be operated on first at the hospital rather than directly sutured. This is not something that can be repaired by just sewing and repairing the torn clothes. If there is a stirring action after stabbing the enemy, the damage of an ordinary bayonet will be greater than that of a three-edged stab.

Yegor stared at Kudryash's horrified eyes and cursed fiercely. "You damn parasites! Stealing our food! Killing our parents! How dare you show off your power to us? And let us starve to fight for you?!"

Just as he was cursing vigorously, Anton suddenly let out a scream. "Damn it, you poked too hard, it seemed like you hit me."

"What!" Yegor quickly pulled out his bayonet, pulled away Kudryash, who had taken in too much air and was out of breath, and checked Anton's injury. I saw a small hole in his cotton coat and some blood. Yegor didn't know whether the blood belonged to Anton or Kudryash. He quickly unbuttoned Anton's coat and found that there was no blood on the clothes inside.

It turned out to be a false alarm.

"You scared me to death." Yegor breathed a sigh of relief, punched Anton on the shoulder, turned to look at Kudryash, who was lying on the ground with his last breath, and spat bitterly. One mouthful.