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Sleeping in the shelling is a veteran's stunt. Unlike the new recruits who were scared of urine by the rumble of gunshots, after the **** battle, their already strong nerves were sharpened and thickened. Now they can listen to the location and caliber of the shells, and roughly determine the time when the enemy launched the charge, and then roll over and continue to sleep.

Today the Albion greetings are still so enthusiastic and fierce. The 12-pound field artillery, other caliber cannons, and Congreve rockets began the chorus early in the morning. While washing the frontier position, one or two blasted mines joined the chorus from time to time.

Greetings are warm, but the effect is not complacent. In addition to blowing up part of the iron refused horses, mines and trenches, Albion’s gunners did not achieve more results.

Because the first and second trenches were almost empty, only a few soldiers responsible for monitoring the movements of the enemy remained there. The other soldiers were busy repairing the minefields and bunkers that were damaged yesterday. They are either yawning and eating black and white cucumbers, or covering their heads to sleep. Everyone is not interested in enjoying the fireworks show.

This does not mean that the soldiers of the Principality are very lax. This is a new tactic proposed by the advisors and then ordered by the military officers. During enemy artillery bombardment, most of the troops were withdrawn to a safe zone. When the enemy infantry attacked, the troops then entered the position to block.

This is a very good tactic, which has effectively reduced the number of troops casualties, and also gave the troops some time to rest or enjoy vodka, which everyone welcomes.

The top soldier Zaitsev is also a beneficiary of the new tactics, he is wrapped in a blanket. The comrades next to the smelly cooers slept back to sleep, and the sound of snoring in the foxhole even overshadowed the sound of guns.

"Vasily, Vasily!"

A voice echoed in his ear, but Zaitsev didn't respond. After several efforts failed, the other party simply kicked his thigh.

The superior soldier jumped up holding the rifle-this was an instinctive reflex action, but the movement made him awaken the others in the foxhole, and dozens of army thorns lit up at once.

"Put up the bayonet."

Disdainfully dispelling the military thorn, the disturbing dreamer said:

"You stinky men, do you want to poke holes in me?"

"Liudmila?"

After seeing the female soldier like a tomboy in front of him, the soldiers put away their rifles in embarrassment. Smirk scratching his scalp.

The principality of the Principality traditionally did not believe in such nonsense as "war let women go away". After Marshal Kutuzov led the 300 aunts to fight against humans, the public opened the door to women who did not love red clothes and armed forces.

This is a good thing. The female soldiers are no worse than the male soldiers in some jobs, and even better. In a military camp full of sweat and smell. The existence of female soldiers is an eye-catching scenery.

But bear female soldiers are not only embroidered pillows that can do nurses and paperwork. They are the same as male soldiers. Proficient in killing skills, Liudmila's top soldiers are among the best.

Like Zaittsev, she was a member of a special unit under Captain Danilov, the chief of the regiment. With the same good marksmanship as Zaitsev, the shooting record is only one behind, but he has a record that makes the male sharpshooters enviable: Liudmila killed a colonel Albion.

Zaitsev remembered the situation at that time. The Albian people must have thought that it was safe to hide behind the "barrier" technique and a large number of soldiers, so he wore a straight red military uniform and covered with shiny medals. Fingers were covered with gold and silver rings, and he waved a command knife to urge the soldiers to move forward. Then Liu Demira took a fancy to the gold glittering target. The first shot smashed the barrier with a special Tianjing bullet, and then grabbed a comrade's rifle and sent the bullet into the "gold glittering" head.

Many people saw that scene, soldiers, officers, and a consultant. Then the violent Albion put in two regiments to charge. Because they were not prepared, the first line of defense was almost opened by a lobster soldier who attacked. Fortunately, they fell in time to the reserve team and drove the enemy back with a bayonet. .

Zaitsev didn't forget about it, and no one would forget that in a mess, he could rush to the female soldier who brought back the scalp, medal, and ringed hands of Colonel Albion.

"what happened?"

Zaitsev shook his head and drove doze off his head.

"The enemy attacked?"

"not yet."

Liu Demira shrugged and replied:

"The captain gave the new task and it's time to work."

The two sniper cats were on their waists, and proceeded carefully along the traffic trench with obvious caution.

This is not superfluous. Under the city of Riga, it is necessary to be cautious in order to live. This is the same for both parties. As long as there is a little negligence, there will be bullets flying from nowhere and overwhelming artillery fire.

This is no longer like war.

Zaitsev's expression tightened, and he sighed in his heart.

In fact, he was on the battlefield, executing the command of the chief and completing the combat mission. All this shows that this is a true war without compromise, but Zaitsev thinks it is not like war.

War is a cruel hell, and only one of the parties will win the victory, and killing is the only way to win and protect yourself. Therefore, it is extremely normal to kill, be killed, or not want to be killed, as is cruelty and blood.

As a descendant of the Ural Orion, Zaitsev learned to hunt animals for survival very early. After he entered the battlefield, he also killed people for survival. This is not a contradiction. Killing is originally a part of life.

But turning the killing into a game-just like the hunting game that the nobles developed for entertainment, made Zaitsev instinctively resistant.

Unfortunately, he is already part of the game, and it is still the more central part.

Everything started when Captain Danilov inspected the position and hit the Albians to launch an attack. When the captain discovered that Zaitev had shot an officer 250 meters away, his eyes lit up immediately.

As the reinforcements of the Albian people continued to come, the offensive against the fortress was fierce day by day. The public beat the enemy again and again. Although it didn’t fall, as the battle prolonged, the passive defense always caused morale to inevitably suffer setbacks. However, subject to the chaos in the country and the national power of the Principality, the Grand Duke was not prepared to waste his precious troops at all Gambling, so the defending army will continue to stick to the defensive posture. Under this condition, how to inspire morale has become an important issue for the generals and the high senators.

Zaitsev's excellent marksmanship inspired the captain, and he decided to make a hero, a... hope.

"We selected soldiers with excellent marksmanship. We organized them into independent troops. Let them act alone, and find free shooting positions in the entire position, or deep behind the enemy, and hunt hairless monkey officers. Record the scores of the sharpshooters, updated daily Once. Printed into flyers. Distributed to every class. Let our soldiers know what the snipers did. What can be done, and use examples to inspire the soldiers."

The captain reported this to General Brusilov, and then the general reported to Grand Nikolai. Dagong convened a military meeting and agreed to the captain's idea after discussion.

why not?

Gong is not a human army that has been rigidly thought by the knight spirit. What rules of engagement and knight spirit are even worse for the bears than wiping the buttocks. Although letting the inferiors shoot the inferiors makes the old men feel a little uncomfortable, and doing so can also allow Albion to establish the same hunting unit and expose officers including themselves to the same risks, but even if The situation will be worse, and it will not be worse than it is now; secondly, every officer of the military knows the truth: only victory is true, the process is not important, and the world will not condemn the winner.

So, the task of forming a hunting unit was given to Captain Danilov, and the first person the captain thought of was Zaitsev.

"Soldier, you will soon be a hero of the Principality."

The captain patted Zaitsev's shoulder and said with more threats than encouragement:

"As long as you do what I say."

Then, war began to become less like war.

The sharpshooters had good results. It was not difficult to find a brightly dressed officer wielding a command knife from a pile of bright red lobster soldiers on the black land of the Principality, especially this guy also put himself in a prominent When he saw his position. As long as they come into the rifle's effective range, they are destined to become the marksman's record.

Soon, the flyers spread among the soldiers, and everyone had a heated discussion, with joy on their faces, as if they had seen victory. The sharpshooters became the objects sought by the soldiers. Every day when they returned to the position, everyone cheered for them, shouting their names, saluting them, congratulations and respect-this is the treatment that the generals only have, they enjoy This treatment, and proud of it.

Zaitsev was also one of them. At first, he felt really good.

After all, even if it's not to get rid of the subtle feelings of pleasure and enjoyment, and deliberately not think about it, just for the red sausage and vodka that can only be enjoyed by fighting heroes, there are good reasons to be happy.

With the double encouragement of spirit and material, everyone is more enthusiastic to work.

With the enthusiasm of the bears, the Albion people fell bloody. It didn't take long for the sharpshooters to find a way to quickly brush their record-targeting injured humans and humans trying to rescue them. This method soon became popular, and Zaitsev himself shot enemy soldiers who tried to rescue his comrades. But Captain Danilov felt that this was not enough. He told the sharpshooters to use more efficient and deterrent tactics. So the sharpshooters began to use the wounded human soldiers as bait, and even deliberately hit the target, lure the Albion soldiers to rescue their compatriots, and then kill the rescuers one by one.

There is no moral tactics, but the captain likes it, the generals like it too, so this is correct. And at the beginning, this kind of tactics was really good for the record, until the Albian people no longer organized to rescue the wounded soldiers on the battlefield.

The Albians were very angry, and they were determined to retaliate. The first victims were the captives-there were about dozens of them. The Albians took them to the front of the position, and in the face of the entire fortress garrison, cut off their throat.

So the general and the Grand Duke in the fortress were angry, and the hairless monkey dared to treat the servant with such a brutal and brutal method. The uncle could bear it, and the aunt could not bear it. In retaliation for the Albion, the bears launched a large-scale whistle to get dozens of human captives, stripped their clothes and pulled them to the front of the position, also in front of the Albion, Stabbing with military stabbing-in order to prolong the suffering of the prisoner as much as possible, the executioner was ordered not to pierce the vital point.

The Albians quickly retaliated on a larger scale. They sent light cavalry to destroy the orc village away from the fortress, and tied the captured old people and children to the wooden stakes for the recruits to practice the spell. The Principality is also unwilling to show its weakness. They have captured more human husbands and slaves, cut open the belly of "bipedal animals", and released domesticated dangerous species to bite off the guts. In order to pay homage to each other, the Albion tried to attack more villages, but the Principality was already prepared and they failed to succeed, so the lobster soldier had no choice but to aim at the body of the bear, shooting at the body, and the body was large Unload eight pieces, and even use the bayonet to pick up the heads of the elderly and children to demonstrate to the fortress-what a brutal means! Zaitsev and his comrades have seen the scene more than once, thinking with their toes, and knowing what reaction this will bring.

The male soldiers were completely irritated, and they did the same thing.

In this way, the revenge of the warring parties continued to escalate and the scale continued to expand. In the end, almost all soldiers were involved. Humans regard the orcs as indispensable bugs, the Principality does not intend to keep alive, the situation has completely lost control, and war has become less like war.

This is not an abstract description ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but an irreversible fact. Although the war is not a good thing, things in front of it are even worse. There is no honor, no humanity, let alone morality, just a simple mass murder-the Principality and Albion, the orcs and humans, the Orthodox and the Pagan.

In fact, there have been similar things between the two camps for hundreds of years, but this time, the scale and cruelty are far beyond the past, which makes uncomfortable personal participants such as Zaitsev feel calm. Captain Danilov knew this and ran to guide him personally. The captain gave him a glass of wine and told the fighting hero Zaitsev seriously: "It doesn't make sense for the war not to end with victory."

This sounds like some kind of truth, and it is more likely to be some kind of sophistry, but Zaitsev has to agree with this statement. Now is not the time to comment on meanness or cruelty, and he has been exhausted by considering how not to be killed. In this battlefield where no matter whether a living person or a corpse will be attacked indiscriminately, in order to survive, any means is necessary. If you want to talk about those beautiful words, you have to win first, so that this **** war is over, and you have a lot of time to think about these issues after the war.

Putting his thoughts away, taking a deep breath, and filling the lungs with smoky air, Zaitsev could already see Captain's somber face. (To be continued...)