After the bombardment ended, the Germans did not launch an attack.

This is very strange!

Hugjiril ran out and watched for a long time but didn't understand why he had prepared artillery fire several times but did not launch an attack.

Could it be said that the purpose of firing artillery is to kill and injure people on the position?

Even in a wild environment, it is difficult for this kind of shelling to effectively kill people hiding in bunkers.

Unless those guys were really unlucky and the shells landed directly on their heads.

Even if they are not killed, the collapsed bunker can still bury people alive.

But the chance of this is really small!

Around eight o'clock in the evening, the wind started to turn cooler.

And it was getting bigger and bigger. I don’t know when it started, and the dark clouds covered the entire sky.

Half of the moon in the sky was completely swallowed up by darkness.

As a strong wind blew, raindrops as big as soybeans fell from the sky.

Fortunately, Hugjirel was wearing a raincoat, and he could hear in his ears the sound of "crackling" raindrops hitting the raincoat.

The telescope was wet from the rain and could not see clearly what was happening in the distance.

The most terrible thing is that rain greatly reduces the effectiveness of flares.

As a last resort, the artillery platoon can only increase the density of illumination bombs fired.

Even so, because of the rain curtain, I still couldn't see anything a hundred meters away.

Without vision, this is very dangerous on the battlefield.

"Let the engineers go out and scatter some thunder.

Damn it, it’s raining so heavily, I don’t even know it to the touch.”

At some point, Batu also emerged from the bunker.

The rain was so loud that he was just shouting when he spoke.

Hugjirel did not dare to neglect and immediately went to find the engineers.

Rainwater flowed down the trenches into the drainage ditches, making the wet ground muddy.

Hugjirel fell several times before he found the bunker of the engineer squad.

The engineers quietly went out in the dark, each carrying more than a dozen plastic mines.

In this kind of weather, landmines have completely become a warning thing.

This is the Ming army’s usual method of dealing with enemies in the dark!

After struggling for more than half an hour, the engineers crawled back like clay figures, each one shivering from the cold.

"Go to the bunker and drink some wine to warm yourself up. You won't have anything to do tonight."

Batu nodded with great satisfaction. It is estimated that many of the landmines scattered during the day were detonated by artillery fire.

Although the landmines now being deployed are only sixty or seventy meters away from the front, they are still a warning.

It’s not like people only find out when they climb onto the battlefield!

"You go back to the bunker. I'll keep an eye on you and everything will be fine."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, almost like pouring water.

The accumulated water in the trenches has turned into a rapid stream.

Fortunately, when digging the trench, the area chosen was on a slope, and drainage ditches were dug on the sides of the trench.

"Everyone go down and send a few sentries to watch.

The Germans won't attack on such a day." Batu wiped the rain off his face.

The raindrops hit my face and it hurts!

My ears were filled with the sound of rain hitting my raincoat, and the two of them had to yell even when they were standing side by side.

Hugjiril responded, and the two arranged for sentries to get into the bunker.

There is a stove inside the bunker and a fire is burning inside.

On the ground on one side, chopped firewood was piled neatly.

Russia is good in this regard. There are many forests, not only many but also lush.

I dare not say anything else, but it must be enough for burning firewood.

"Damn it, why did it suddenly start raining on this beautiful day?"

“You don’t know about Russia today?

It rains a lot this season.”

"Hmph! If there is more rain, there will be more mosquitoes. You are going to suffer a lot this summer."

Batu warmed his hands on the stove, took a sip from the wine bottle, and handed it to Hugjirel.

"It's like you don't suffer any trouble on the grassland. No matter how many mosquitoes there are here, there will be as many mosquitoes as there are on the grassland.

When I was a child, I didn't even have a pair of shoes.

Sometimes my feet were exposed and I bitten a dozen bags in a while.

That taste! It makes you want to chop your feet off!

Later, when I went to bed at night, I would paste my feet with mud.

This way you can have a peaceful sleep!" Hugjiril took off his raincoat and took a long sip of wine.

"I know your family is poor, so it's better this time.

As long as you go back alive, you will never be poor again in this life.

Moreover, as long as your son doesn't ruin his family, he probably won't suffer from poverty anymore.

Your son will never have to experience the life you lived as a child again.

The premise is that you have to go back alive."

Batu rubbed his shoulders and rummaged through his backpack.

After a while, I rummaged through and found a bag of peanuts.

"Shoulder still hurt?"

“Last time I injured my bone, and it hurts every time it’s cloudy and rainy.

Damn it, I can’t sleep anyway, so drink some.

You can fall asleep if you drink too much!”

Batu took out another bottle of Laolongkou from his backpack.

"Okay! It's okay to take a few sips to relieve fatigue. If you drink too much, you won't even know the Germans are touching you.

Even though you are a colonel and battalion commander, if you lose the battle because of drinking and messing up, I will kill you just the same."

"If you're going to shoot me, I'll shoot you. This damn place lacks everything, but it doesn't lack dead people.

I have rolled back and forth several times in the field of life and death, and I have long considered myself a dead person.

Now I think about it, if I want to die, my dick should be pointed upward, horizontally and vertically, as long as a motherfucker.

I will do it as long as I am alive, and forget it if I die.

Come, take a bite!"

He gnawed open the lid of Laolongkou with his teeth, found two enamel jars, and poured a jar for Hugjirel without any explanation.

The two of them didn't talk much when they were drinking. They started drinking as soon as the enamel jars touched each other.

Peel off the peanuts and stuff them into your mouth to chew, and throw the shells into the stove to be used as firewood.

On normal days, no matter how good the two of them were, they would not drink at this time.

But there were some exceptions today, it was pouring rain from the sky.

The German army and the Ming army actually had a tacit understanding. Everyone stayed in the trenches when it rained, and no one wanted to fight in the rain.

Half of the jar of wine was quickly consumed, and Batu's face turned as red as a cooked prawn.

"Boom!" There was an explosion, and the two drunken eyes immediately widened.

“Da da da da…!

boom!"

The sound of fierce gunfire and grenades was mixed with the sound of mg-34.

"Fuck...!" The two of them put down the enamel jar and rushed out with their Aka rifles without even having time to put on their raincoats.

The flares in the sky were like fireworks, and the tracers of bullets on the ground were flying across the sky.
To be continued...