The old monkey finally had his own company again, with no new recruits among the veterans of Qing Yishui.

It happened that this company, which was all new recruits, was put on Omuir's front line.

In the words of Shangguan, a smooth veteran can lead a group of soldiers after two battles.

It was so cold that if it weren't for the thick gloves, the old monkey's hands would be stuck to the telescope.

In the snow not far ahead, two tents stood against the cold wind.

There was no smoke coming out of the chimney on the roof of the tent. There was not a single Ming army nearby.

"With this thing, can you catch the enemy troops that have penetrated in?"

Ding San was wearing a second lieutenant's collar badge and hiding in the cellar holding his sniper rifle.

It was so cold that the cellar was dug more than one meter underground. Coupled with the thick ice and snow covering the ground, it was much warmer than outside.

"Haha! We are a group trying to catch them. These rabbits have been surrounded for four days, and the food they brought should have been eaten long ago.

That box of cans is the best bait."

Rabbit is the name given to the Italian army by the Ming army.

These people are always so timid. If there is any disturbance on the battlefield, they will definitely be the first to escape.

“Return the bait!

Rabbits are not stupid either. Look at the tent in the distance.

There are only two of them alone, and there is not even a bit of smoke coming out of the chimney. And there is no one on duty, so only a fool would get into that tent."

Ding San said something disdainfully, then took out an apple from his arms and gnawed it.

"Keep your voice down, it will get dark soon. It will scare the rabbit!"

I asked people to burn two holes in the tent just to make them think it was our abandoned tent.

In the wilderness, having a tent to keep out the cold weather and pick up scattered cans is a paradise for them.

Maybe, these fools will light a fire in the tent."

"You are the stupidest!

My mouth is freezing, and I’m still standing outside stupidly.”

"That's right! Get out of here, it's your turn. You're freezing to death!"

The cotton curtain of the underground cellar was opened, and a burst of cold air rushed in instantly.

"Damn, it's so easy to get a little hot." Ding San wanted to resist, but was kicked out by the old monkey.

The moment the cotton curtain was lowered, the telescope was also pushed out.

"You bastard!" Ding San cursed, put on his gloves and began to observe.

There was no stove in the cellar, but there were several layers of tattered cotton-padded jackets stuffed inside.

In the middle of the leather jacket, there are stones heated last night and a kettle filled with boiling water.

The front line is no better than the rear, and fires cannot be made in broad daylight.

As long as there is smoke coming out, shells will follow within a few minutes.

They are all large-caliber howitzers with a diameter of over 100 mm. They are enough to kill you without blowing them up.

The old monkey is a complete bad guy. He finds people to light fires in the wild every day.

After lighting it up, run away!

Soon there will be shells falling there!

Sometimes I order it two or three times a day, and the other side will fry it two or three times.

The Ming army used firewood to consume a lot of the opponent's artillery shells, and the opponent's general thought that he had killed many Ming troops.

Both sides have fun playing this game!

Later, even when the Italian general discovered that he had been deceived, he still persisted in blowing up the bonfire with cannonballs.

You can only light a fire to burn stones at night, as the underground tunnel perfectly blocks the light of the fire.

The smoke coming out will be discharged by the chimney into the woods not far outside!

Stones burned all night and boiling water were stuffed into piles of tattered cotton-padded jackets, which could sometimes keep them warm all day long.

This is the reason why the Ming army was able to survive the severe cold.

The Italians opposite were much more miserable. These guys used iron stoves.

If you light a fire during the day, you are afraid of being blown up. If you light a fire at night to keep it warm for a night, you will have to put out the fire the next morning and it will freeze for a whole day.

Behind the trenches of the Ming army, there were countless such underground cellars.

Sun Tzu said in The Art of War that good defenders hide under the Nine Earths. To a certain extent, the Ming army did exactly that.

It was getting dark gradually, and the bonfire was lit again inside the cellar.

The cold ground suddenly became warm in the cellar.

The wind outside was very strong, and the chimney's suction force was also very strong. The smoke that came out was sucked out by the chimney before it could spread.

The old monkey took out the stones one by one from inside his tattered cotton-padded jacket and arranged them around the campfire.

The Italians who infiltrated have not been caught yet, and God knows how many more days they will be here.

In such a shitty Russia, you have to bring a stick with you when you go out to pee.

It's so cold.

A hot water kettle was placed on the campfire, and a scallion pancake was poked on the bayonet and roasted on the fire.

This is probably the most important use of the Ming army's bayonet!

The scallion pancakes were grilled until they were "sizzling" and oily, and the old monkey opened a can of beef.

I used to be so greedy that I couldn't eat enough, but now one bite is too much.

Take a bite of the scallion pancake, dig into a large piece of canned beef, and eat your dinner as if you were taking medicine.

"If you don't come in, I'll eat them all." The old monkey opened a corner of the cotton curtain and shouted outside.

"Hush! Keep your voice down, the rabbit is trapped." Ding San's excited voice came from outside.

The old monkey opened the cotton curtain and rushed out!

Pishou snatched the telescope from Ding San's hand and looked at the two tents.

There was a faint light from the fire inside the tent, and smoke was coming out of the iron chimney above the tent.

It seems that the Italians who infiltrated finally couldn't stand it any longer.

They determined that this tent, which no one had visited for three days, was a tent abandoned by the Ming army.

We entered the tent and took advantage of the darkness to find some firewood and light it.

What surprised them the most was that there were cans discarded by the Ming army inside.

Italians really don't like to eat alone. They happily called in the brothers who were watching outside.

Everyone started eating the cans happily, saying that they could only live on a few slices of frozen bread for three days.

If I don't eat something, I probably won't survive two days.

"Blow the whistle and let the brothers come out and kill them." Ding San whispered.

"Oh! There's no need. I've been waiting for three days. Just wait a few hours to catch someone." The old monkey bit into the green onion pancake and looked at the tent in the distance.

"These people are very dangerous, and the guys who infiltrate have been specially trained.

You forgot, the Russian military hospital was attacked by them.

The wounded soldiers were driven out of the wards, had their hands and feet broken, and were thrown alive into the snow to freeze to death.

There is a full company of guards protecting them."

Ding San is a little anxious. After all, his men are all new recruits. Their combat effectiveness cannot be compared with those of veteran soldiers!

"Haha! After being hungry for several days, I ate two kilograms of crotons.

Even the gods can't stand it. Just wait and let's arrest the person.

Get more prisoners, and the brothers will make more money.

Looking at this group of people, there are almost twenty people.

They are all good hands, and they will definitely sell it at a good price when sent to the logistics department."

"Croton! You added croton to the can and water?

You bastard, you are really bad." Ding San took the can from the old monkey's hand.

Suddenly, Ding San seemed to remember something.

“This one doesn’t have croton in it!”
To be continued...