After Hugjirel returned from visiting relatives, he seemed to have changed.

He used to be very lazy, and he was too lazy to do anything that had nothing to do with survival.

Perhaps this is what allowed him to survive to this day in the Mongolian camp with an alarming casualty rate.

After returning from Mongolia, he became more active and cared more about his status as an officer.

Those who were busy all day long were either training new recruits or leading people to maintain weapons. Every once in a while, they would take the new recruits out for training, which made life worse than death for the new recruits.

"Now that I have become a battalion commander, I have become more diligent. Did you take the people out for training yesterday?" Batu gave Hugjiril a jar of wine.

Batu now has two stripes and three stars on his shoulders, and his military rank of colonel is very conspicuous.

“I used to think I was awesome, but I didn’t know how awesome I was when I put on this military uniform.

You know everything that happened at home, me! A small captain officer is not even a fart in the Liao army.

But the Great Khan of Geritu heard about my matter and came personally with his people.

Not only was the chief steward of the bullying family executed, but the leader was also punished.

He also sent all the leader's three sons to the army.

I heard that he is currently training at the rehabilitation center in Xi'an and will be reporting to us soon.

Hehe! If he dares to make things difficult for my family again, I will put them in a dilemma of life and death." Hugjirel took a big sip of Laolongkou, and a touch of rosy color immediately appeared on his face.

When Mongolians join the army, they have only one place to go. The former Mongolian battalion is now the Mongolian regiment.

The Mongolian regiment has three battalions, which means that there is more than a 30% chance that the young master from the leader's family will become Hugjirel's subordinate.

If Huge Jirel greets you specifically, there is a 100% chance of becoming his subordinate.

"You!

Even though he is a captain, it cannot be said that he is not even a fart. At least, a fart can still be considered a piece of shit.

Your appointment as major will probably happen in the next few days.

Our Mongolian battalion has become a Mongolian regiment. It seems that the establishment is only increased, but the tasks we will face in future wars will be much heavier.

However, since one of us has become the regimental commander and the other has become the battalion commander, we probably have a greater chance of surviving until the end of the war."

Batu also took a sip of wine!

He has many people under his command now, but his direct descendants are pitifully few. This is thanks to the huge casualties suffered by the Mongolian battalion!

After the battle in Kharkov, there were only sixteen men left in the whole battalion.

Among the sixteen people, eleven were missing arms and legs and would never have to go to the battlefield again. The remaining people looked completely intact, but the cruel battle had seriously damaged their souls.

Two of them were even slightly fragile and simply went crazy. They are still in the hospital in Moscow.

It can be said that only three people came back. The division headquarters wanted to award awards, so only these three people went.

Unfortunately, one of them was killed in a car accident on the road.

In the end, only the two of them were left in the Mongolian camp.

The current Mongolian battalion has almost been reshaped. After the former wounded soldiers returned to the army, they became officers one after another.

There is an unwritten saying in the Mongolian camp that as long as you survive the battle, you can become an officer.

Because he came from the wounded barracks, there are many guys with missing fingers, one blind eye and one ear.

There was even a guy whose face was burned by the fire and turned into a wax figure. His whole face turned an extremely unnatural flush, which looked extremely scary.

People who have died once on the battlefield will naturally not be afraid of other people's strange looks. This guy just hangs around in the military camp all day long.

It is said that his eyelids were burned out and he slept with his eyes open at night.

"What! Still fighting? Didn't all the coalition forces surrender?" Hugjiril was stunned, put down the teapot and looked at Batu.

"If there is no war, why expand the army? Do you think the commander-in-chief will be able to survive after he is full?

Look around Kiev, troops are constantly gathering. Now I know that there are four divisions of troops with numbers.

They all start with the prefix temporary!

There are those who have been fighting here in Russia for two years, and there are also new troops transferred from the rear.

I heard that there are more troops in Minsk to the north.

Although the 1st Cavalry Division and the 1st Corps of the Expeditionary Force are both resting and recuperating, they are gradually gathering their troops to resume training.

There are fewer and fewer people from various military units going home to visit their families, and quotas are very strict.

Kiev is a little better, some places in the north are already under semi-martial law.

I guess there is still a big battle to be fought."

Batu took a puff of cigarette and blew out a big puff of smoke.

"Who should we fight? Surrender, surrender, disintegrate. Who should we fight!" Hugjirel said in a daze.

"The leader of the coalition surrendered? No way. Not only did one country not surrender, but it also annexed France and England, half of Poland, and a large piece of Austria. It is now the largest country in Europe."

Batu said leisurely.

"You mean...Germany?

That group of people is more difficult to deal with. In terms of combat power, they may be more difficult to deal with than the French.

Do you really want to fight them?"

"It's almost certain, and the fight has already started." Batu said helplessly. To be honest, he really didn't want to fight.

After three years of fighting, he went from an ordinary soldier to a colonel.

This is how many people have been climbed up by stepping on their corpses. The Han people say that one person will become famous and his bones will wither.

But he had not yet become a general, and the Mongolian camp suffered 8,000 casualties instead of 10,000.

The Ming Dynasty gave him a lot of honors, but Batu knew in his heart that this was what the Ming Dynasty showed to the Mongols.

Just let the Mongols continue to work for the Ming Dynasty on the battlefield!

Whenever there is a war, the Mongolian battalion is always sent to the most dangerous mission. It always has to be attacked by the enemy's fierce troops!

In the next war, the situation of the Mongols will not change in any way.

"Have you started fighting yet?"

"Many Polish prisoners of war have been retrained. They were organized into guerrillas and went to German territory to harass the Germans."

"A few people went to the Germans to cause trouble? What's the difference between that and dying?" Hugjiril's eyes widened.

Several people ran to German territory and faced the German encirclement and suppression. Their chances of survival were very slim.

It is absolutely impossible for only a few people to carry heavy weapons. Even if they are attacked by mortars, they will never survive.

"It's just a cold shot, placing some bombs on the roadside. It's very annoying, but it's hard to catch people.

I heard that the casualties were quite high, but the results were also very good. A few days ago, a German general was killed with a bomb.

Now, the Germans are frantically raiding them. Many of them have fled back to our side."

"Fuck! It's actually quite a headache to meet such a powerful person. Among other things, they secretly planted a few landmines at night.

You never know which unlucky guy will step on it the next day! It’s quite difficult!”

Hugjiril shook his head helplessly. The Ming Dynasty would not care about the life and death of the Poles. This kind of fighting style is really difficult for the Germans.

The most important thing is that the people sent there are Poles. They will be covered by local Poles!

"Now it's our turn to have a headache. The Germans have also brought some Poles over. They are in a place called Warren, looking for trouble for the Russians all day long.

The Russians couldn't stand it anymore and asked us for help.

Our division is crushed from above, and our regiment is crushed inside the division." Batu blew out a puff of smoke helplessly, good missions never go to the Mongolian battalion.

"Warren? Where is that place?" Hugjirel was stunned for a moment. He couldn't figure out which corner Warren was in.

"The place where Poland and Ukraine meet, I heard that there is a lot of chaos there.

The Russians could no longer stand it anymore, and the Ukrainians, Poles, and Hebrews were slaughtered there like a pot of porridge.

Let’s go again, haha! It’s so lively!” Batu took a long puff of cigarette and said with emotion.

"Are there any specific requirements from above? What tasks do you want us to perform? Just destroy the guerrillas sent by the Germans?"

"That's not to say, it just means that the ground has been stabilized. Of course, the guerrillas also have to be wiped out.

He also said that the conflicts between Ukrainians, Poles and Hebrews could be exploited.

I fucking know how to take advantage of it!" Batu said angrily.

He is a good fighter, no problem.

But to carry out such a task, his brain is somewhat exhausted.

"This is troublesome. We Mongolian men are good at fighting. If we are playing tricks, I'm afraid this will go a long way."

"Who says it's not the case? That's why I'm worried. You are the only one who can be considered a veteran in this regiment. The remaining two battalion commanders were still platoon commanders last year.
To be continued...