And it can be imagined how difficult it is to completely capture this station.
Not only do you need to beware of machine gun fire in the bunker, but also machine gun fire from the garrison in the local trenches.
Even in order to prevent cavalry from advancing, the front of the trenches was blocked by barbed wire every few dozen meters.
It's okay to break through one or two. As long as they can delay time, the machine gunners here will have plenty of time to complete the harvest.
Based on all these factors, the garrison commander, Battalion Commander Alexander, was able to confidently invite Sinizor's wife to his office Yun Yu.
Even looking at it, the garrison here is very lax.
There was no one in the trench outside, and the soldiers inside were drinking, chatting and playing cards with each other, while Mu Xiu went to the market town early to enjoy his life.
Everyone knows very well that this is not cruel Europe, but the Far East, which is generally weak in combat power.
Here, perhaps only the Japanese can have a chance to compete with them.
As for the Chinese, sorry, they are not in their consideration range.
The main reason is that the Chinese troops seem to be very unwilling to cause friction with them, according to some colleagues stationed in the army stationed in southern Outer Mongolia.
There are occasional small frictions, but they are all stopped at the first touch. It may take several frictions to kill a few people.
However, the Japanese are different. The other party has great ambitions, and they suffered some losses in previous confrontations with them.
But this is not the point. The point is that this place is located in the hinterland of Outer Mongolia, only more than 200 kilometers away from the capital city of Daekulun, so it is very safe.
If it's so safe, what can we do? Naturally, you need to relax more.
This is normal. During this period, Russia basically dispatched its elites to the west of Moscow.
That side is the key point to watch out for, and it has been there for some years since the end of World War I.
The originally relaxed international situation seems to have changed quietly in recent years and has gradually become tense.
This naturally makes Russian senior officials more wary of their neighbors to the west.
The garrison in the west is indeed a group of elites with faith and fighting ability.
Here, most of them are new recruits, and the other half are veterans who have lost much motivation.
Naturally, such a group of veterans brought out a team with little fighting spirit.
"Androv! Send me a bottle of wine!"
Alexander smoked a cigarette on the simple wooden bed, watched the graceful woman leave, and then shouted outside at the top of his lungs.
He had the very characteristic rosacea of alcoholics, with a red nose.
After a while, a middle-aged officer with blond hair and beard looked at his parents helplessly with a bottle of vodka in his hand.
"Sir, you should really drink less. If this continues, I think I can apply for a new officer."
"Asshole!"
He grabbed the drink from the other person's hand, opened the bottle cap, and poured it into a metal shot glass.
Then I saw him skillfully use a roller kerosene lighter to lightly sparkle on the surface of the wine, and the sparks instantly ignited the wine.
Then he took out a large sausage from the drawer, casually cut the outer packaging with a saber, and began to cut it into pieces at will.
After doing this, Chief Alexander was already out of breath, and his hands never stopped shaking while he was busy.
Long-term alcoholism caused his hands to twitch and tremble uncontrollably.
He didn't care about this, blew out the blue flames on the wine glass, and ate a piece of meat sausage with the wine.
He likes to enjoy delicious food like this in the cold winter, which can make him sweat while being shirtless.
Looking at this, Adjutant Androv frowned and solemnly reminded, "Sir, if you haven't changed these bad habits after a month.
I think it is necessary to ask professionals to do some ideological work for you! "
These words frightened Alexander, making his drinking hand tremble.
The management in the military is still very strict. Russia is different from other capital countries in that it has even stricter ideological requirements.
This was gradually formed after the reform.
However, due to the special situation in the Far East, the personnel rationing is somewhat insufficient, and there are fewer officers of that type.
But once he continues like this, there is no guarantee that the adjutant will not report it, and by then his position will be over.
After a long silence, Alexander put down his wine cup and sighed, "Androv, you are an excellent officer.
You will be wronged by following me, but in the last war, I obviously made great achievements, but why should I be assigned here?
I feel like I should go somewhere that needs me more, but I'm bored out of my mind here. Do you know what I mean? "
Seeing that his superior began to play the emotional card with him, Androv also sighed and shrugged, "Yes, I can understand, so I gave you many opportunities. But this time it is an ultimatum.
In addition, I would like to remind you that those veterans are your old troops, so my words may not be very effective. I think you should rein in your men.
I just walked around casually and saw no less than ten guys playing cards, drinking heavily, or playing the accordion, dancing, and wrestling.
God, is this still the army I remember? "
Hearing this, Alexander was stunned and couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this a normal phenomenon?"
Seeing that the other party was more surprised than himself, Alexander still smiled and explained, "Mr. Androv, I know that you have just graduated from the military academy.
You are learned and different from us.
But this is indeed entertainment on the battlefield. This fact actually exists whether it was on the last European battlefield or here.
And for us, you can exclude them from playing cards and wrestling, but the accordion, vodka and dancing must be indispensable! "
Alexander was so confident that Androv was confused.
But if you think about it carefully, it seems to be true.
He also wondered why in the army there were so many damn accordions and so many people who could dance.
Well, as a side note, it's true at this point, there were a lot of accordions in the army during their time, and a lot of them could dance.
Vodka depends on the situation. Generally, as long as it is available, it will be drunk, but not every war zone can have a sufficient supply of vodka.
Classical wrestling, playing cards, and playing chess all exist.
In addition, in some domestic war zones, there will be condolences teams and performance teams, which often come to the army to perform, and they can also watch outdoor movies. The entertainment activities are much better than those of the national army during this period.
"Uh... That's okay, but I think we still need to restrain ourselves. There are too many drunken soldiers.
Once here..."
"alright!"
Seeing that the upright and simple young man was still chattering away, Alexander waved his hand with a smile.
"Adjutant Androv, I will listen to your opinion, but I should change myself first, right?
As for the soldiers, I will reprimand them when I have time.
But war..."
As he spoke, Commander Alexander looked left and right outside the window, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and shrugged with a smile.
"No war today, isn't it? And probably no war for a long time."
