Boris yawned, then rubbed his big eyes that were filled with gum, stretched happily, and finally crawled out of bed reluctantly.
Hong Kong Zhen, if he doesn’t have to go out every day, as a company commander he must set an example, otherwise he really doesn’t want to get up. He reluctantly glanced at the delicate viscountess next to him. This kind of good life is really disappointing.
I am so happy that I miss Shu!
To be honest, this is the most comfortable day since Boris entered the Black Sea and Wallachia. He never thought that fighting could be so nourishing. Because when the war was mentioned in the past, almost all his seniors, including his father or the people in the same village,
My friends’ parents and ancestors all talked about mountains of corpses and seas of blood and unspeakable suffering.
Boris has always thought that war is about constant killing and struggling for survival in pain, and that every day is a knife-edge licking blood and a hail of bullets.
But everything that happened in Wallachia completely overturned his inherent impression. War can be romantic or very pleasant. At least now he is living a very comfortable life. In addition to going out for exercise every day, he spends most of his time marching.
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Occasionally, it is necessary to take out swords and guns to scare the villagers of Moldavia and Wallachia. On rare occasions, it is necessary to shoot and almost show the bayonet. The Wallachian villagers will be honest. And then it is time to
You should eat and drink, but if you really feel bored, you can have a chat with the wife or daughter of a Wallachian squire to relieve your boredom.
Although these country girls are completely incomparable with the serious aristocratic ladies in the city, they are better than the original ecology and have a unique flavor.
If you don't like women, you can still drink. Wallachian wine is very good, cheap and much better than the inferior products imported from foreign countries in St. Petersburg and Moscow. Anyway, you can drink as much as you want without worrying about your wallet.
Boris is the kind of person who likes both drinking and chicks, so he alternates between days. One day he gets himself drunk, and the next day he finds a few chicks to let off steam, or he even does both at the same time. In short, it's very
Waste of money.
It had only been a few days since he entered Wallachia, and he already felt a little powerless. So in his heart, he told himself that he needed to be restrained. At most, he could only drink three bottles of red wine and sleep with two girls a day, and absolutely no more.
With a groggy head, he violently staggered to the camp headquarters. The so-called camp headquarters was a temporarily requisitioned manor. The owner of the manor was said to be a revolutionary party. Before the Russian devils could come, he had already brought his wife and children with him.
He fled to Austria in a hurry. Vishnyak got a huge manor for free, and this pervert had transformed it into his own palace. It was a romantic and happy life.
Boris pinched his temples and took out a chair at random and sat down with his arms on the back of the chair. He rested his chin on the back of the chair, which could save a lot of energy. As for Vishnyak sitting at the top, he was not much better.
This love saint's face turned dark, and he looked like he was overindulging in sexual pleasure, and he looked completely weak.
The dining table that was used as a conference table was still covered with all kinds of evidence of the previous night's carnival - cups and plates were scattered everywhere, wine bottles were everywhere, and there were even two drunk cats lying under the table, sleeping and snoring.
After a long time, Vishniak picked up the cup and took a sip of beer. The smell of alcohol seemed to stimulate his sensitive nerves. He pinched his forehead and kept kneading it. It seemed that he had a severe hangover headache.
I don’t know how long it took, but Vishniak finally woke up a little. He pinched his forehead and asked casually: "Everyone is here, let's get ready for the meeting..."
These words suddenly woke up the groggy Boris. He looked left and right and then reminded: "Well...it seems that there is still one person missing...It seems that Nicholas hasn't come yet..."
Nicholas is the commander of the third company, and he is also the one with the best drinking capacity among the officers. He is simply an elephant who can drink. He can drink half of the alcohol on the wine table almost every time, even if it is a bottle of wine.
People like Reese can only accept defeat.
Generally speaking, Nikolai is invincible. It is impossible to stop him in a small scene like last night. He shouldn't be here yet!
For a while, several other company commanders and deputy company commanders also looked around, seemingly in disbelief at the result. At this time, Vishnyak, who was sitting at the top, sighed: "No need to look for Nikolai.
, this idiot drank too much and fell into the latrine last night... Fortunately the sentry found it in time, otherwise he would have become the first officer in our army to die in the latrine... He stinks now, and the alcohol is still there.
If he doesn’t wake up, let him lie down first!”
As he spoke, Vishniak rubbed his forehead fiercely. Those who didn't know thought he was so angry about the news! Only those who knew him would understand that he just had a real headache!
"There are a few things to be informed at today's meeting. The first is that you are no longer allowed to drink those damn absinthe. This thing is too much of a waste. After all, we are still at war. We cannot be like Nikolai in a daze, otherwise we will really
It’s become a laughing stock!”
Boris and others nodded together. To be honest, polar bears are not interested in absinthe. They don’t like the taste. If possible, a pipe of vodka, the holy water of life, will be enough. So why don’t you drink absinthe?
Wine doesn’t matter!
Vishniak continued to talk about the second thing: "The second thing is that the regiment commander gave an order. The day after tomorrow, well, it should be tomorrow. He gave the order last night... Listen carefully, tomorrow we will
We will continue to move forward and head towards Bucharest!"
As soon as this statement came out, Boris and others began to whistle, because this was really great news. For them, they could live such a comfortable life in the countryside of Wallachia, so what if they entered the eastern city of Bucharest?
Rome has not yet reached heaven!
Boris and others seemed to see the beautiful scene of mountains of food and wine and groups of beauties coming towards them. They couldn't help but whistle together, and everyone couldn't wait!
Seeing this scene, Vishniak couldn't help but pinch his forehead hard again, because he felt that these fools had misunderstood what he meant, or that these fools had been living too well recently and really regarded war as a
Child's play.
This was no joke, so he warned solemnly: "Gentlemen, don't be so happy! This time we are going to fight. The brother troops on the front line besieging Bucharest suffered heavy losses. We were ordered by the superiors to go to reinforce and replace them.
Mission accomplished! We are not here to have fun, we are really going to fight!"