The sky is bright and the spring breeze blowing from the north blows through the withered grass.

The sound of rustling among the withered grass echoes the sound of the collision of ice on the river.

A French veteran and two new recruits were installing explosives under the bridge deck.

"This bridge has been blown up several times and repaired several times. It's not too troublesome to go back and forth."

"Haha! Let's fight, the Russians will blow up, and the Ming people will fight.

Back and forth, the bridge was blown up several times and repaired several times.

So damn strong!”

"We all thought that the bridge would be useful in the future, but only a section of the bridge deck was damaged by the explosion. The bridge piers were not damaged, so of course it can be repaired."

"There is only one stone bridge in a radius of 200 kilometers, so of course it must be treasured."

"Then are we going to plant explosives on the bridge piers?"

"You're stupid!" The veteran slapped the recruit on the head.

"If you put explosives on the piers of the bridge and the bridge becomes useless, you will have to be shot.

All three of us will be shot!"

The veteran saw that it was almost done, climbed to the bridge, took out a cigarette and lit it.

While smoking, I admired the scenery of the Don River in spring.

The war raged from summer to autumn, from autumn to winter, and now from winter to spring.

The battle lines are constantly changing back and forth. In total, the Battle of Tsaritsyn was only three months ago.

A figure appeared on the bridge, and the veteran immediately became nervous.

This place is only twenty or thirty kilometers away from the front line. This distance does not rule out the possibility of Ming or Russian troops sneaking in.

Taking aim with his rifle, he would shoot immediately if he saw an enemy.

The machine gun on the other side of the bridge will fire immediately when it hears gunshots.

"Click!"

"Click!"

The sound of iron palms hitting the bridge deck sounded very elegant, and the khaki military uniforms gradually appeared in the field of vision in the morning light.

It turned out to be one of our own!

The veteran breathed a sigh of relief!

A group of cavalry slowly walked across the bridge.

There were two more cavalrymen falling behind, and it looked like they still had a few dozen meters to go before they reached the bridge.

When passing by the veteran, the cavalrymen nodded to the veteran.

"Look at this person."

The two recruits who had just climbed up were extremely envious when they saw the cavalry riding on the tall horse.

"It must be the cavalry out ahead for reconnaissance."

"You are stupid!

Cavalry reconnaissance, but also reconnaissance behind the battle line?"

"Look, there are two more queens over there.

You can tell at a glance that this is an elite product.

Maybe they are His Majesty the Emperor’s Imperial Guards!”

"They are not the Praetorian Guards. Although the horses are beautiful and tall, they are not the Praetorian Guards.

I think it’s the messenger!”

"It takes so many people to deliver the order. There are more than twenty people here."

"What do you know? Important information needs to be escorted." The poor recruit was slapped again.

"Why do they have black hair?"

"You are stupid! Do they look like Ming people?

But they really don’t look like French people, they look a bit like Italians.”

While several people were muttering, the two cavalrymen who were lagging behind had already arrived.

One of the cavalrymen smiled at the three little ones sitting on the bridge.

The veteran also nodded, raising the hand holding the cigarette high: "Hey!

Where did you come from?"

Before he finished speaking, the veteran saw a flash of bright sword light.

The huge head soared into the sky, fell on the bridge, rolled twice and fell into the river.

Suddenly, they saw the veteran and his brother being chopped off with a knife, and the remaining recruits were a little confused.

This..., what's going on?

How do they kill their own people?

But after all, he was a person who had been in the army for more than six months, so his confusion only lasted for a second.

The recruit immediately ran towards the position of his machine gun, waving desperately as he ran: "Enemy attack!

Enemy attack!"

But his warning was too late.

A platoon guarding machine guns at the bridgehead was being hacked to death with sabers.

Those cavalrymen were very good with swordsmanship. The sabers drew circles inside their wrists. As long as they were struck down, a huge head would rise into the sky.

The sound of horse hooves came from behind, and the knight immediately rounded his saber and struck it hard with his sword.

There was a huge wound on the recruit's back, and he screamed and fell under the bridge.

The body fell into the ice water, causing a huge splash.

The blood stained a large area red in an instant.

The battle at the bridge has ended. More than one squad of French guards were hacked to death by cavalry wearing French military uniforms.

From beginning to end, no one pulled the trigger.

The screams only lasted for a moment, and the bridge quickly returned to calm.

"Quick, get your machine gun ready. Go and take the horse and hide it in the woods. Gregory will be here soon."

"We should really show those Ming troops how dare they say our Cossack cavalry are useless.

Without us, the bridge would have been blown up by the time their tanks arrived."

A group of Cossack cavalry threw the bodies of the French soldiers into the river.

For those who had not breathed out, a knife was specially cut into their throats.

Within two minutes, calm returned to the bridge.

There was still a squad of French soldiers guarding the machine guns.

Gregory led eight hundred Cossack cavalry and rushed onto the bridge like the wind.

"Brothers, protect this bridge, and each of you will be rewarded with two Ming Dynasty silver coins."

"good……!"

The Cossacks raised their sabers excitedly!

At the same time that Gregory captured the stone bridge, the French troops on the front line were bombarded by reports.

The first round of shelling lasted only ten minutes, but it used large-caliber rocket launchers.

The French army's position was blown into a mess, and the barbed wire fence was blown up and down.

The wooden stakes used to secure the barbed wire were flying everywhere.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the bombardment ended.

The buzz of aircraft sounded in the sky, and then two Ming Army Stuka fighter jets flew over.

Seeing the Stuka fighter jets, the French army began to feel nervous.

This shows that the enemy attacking on the opposite side is not the Russian army but the Ming army.

The Stuka just circled around the position, dropped two bombs, and flew away with its wings shaking.

"Fuck, it's not easy, it's the Ming Army."

"Ming army?
To be continued...