Chapter Eleven: Balalaika Three-Stringed Lute

  The scorching sun, the July sun seemed to have a grudge against the people of the world, almost frantically sprinkling its excess GN particles (something that only a hardcore otaku would understand) onto the soldiers training desperately below.

  Looking around the entire training ground, the soldiers on the vast training ground are all undergoing various high-intensity training. There is a difficult 30-kilometer rapid march with heavy loads, as well as painful push-ups of 300 consecutive times, and even bayonet practice that can be used in real combat on the battlefield.

  There are now 5,000 troops in the temporary camp of the 17th Army Corps for battlefield repair training. The corps was severely damaged in the last mountain pass battle and its remaining strength was reduced by two-thirds compared to its original full strength. Although many new recruits were added from the rear in the later period, the lack of veterans and junior officers made this army's combat effectiveness greatly discounted. The infantry regiment where Xiao Bing Jia is located is one of them.

  Due to the lack of veterans in this army, Xiao Bingjia, a young first-class combat hero, served as a young infantry lieutenant under the 128th Regiment of the 2nd Independent Battalion of the 38th Division of the 17th Army Group. However, it can be said that the large number of young officers participating in battles in the Red Army brought vitality and competitiveness to the army, but also brought a lot of trouble to the rear logistics.

  The first major problem with the Soviet population was a problem that had plagued Soviet leaders for a long time. During Stalin's era, due to Stalin's policy of downsizing the military and sending soldiers back to their hometowns to work in agriculture, the Soviet Union experienced rapid growth in both population and agricultural production during that period. However, this policy had to be changed during Khrushchev's premiership. Because Khrushchev was a militarist who pursued his own ambitions through endless mobilization and warfare, which led to a decline in agricultural production and population year after year. Moreover, because he treated mobilized soldiers as strategic resources, the Red Army lost many young lives in every battle...

  Although people died in every battle, the Soviet soldiers who survived were not kind-hearted, among whom Oleg Vandin was a prominent figure.

  He, who rose from a small soldier step by step, deeply knew the cruelty on the battlefield. In order to avoid more meaningless casualties among his men, he insisted on the policy of elite soldiers in the Red Army, which was famous for its human sea tactics.

  Sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in wartime.

  These few simple words meant more to Olezh than they did to other Red Army commanders.

  Even if the Red Army won again and again, defeating more and more opponents, occupying more and more cities. The number of people on our side is still there, because the residents of the occupied territories are really too few, just like the soldiers. Therefore, he understands the significance of population better than anyone else. If each city goes to divide troops to garrison and govern, the logistical pressure of the Red Army will become incredibly huge. Therefore, Oleg is also a rare military and political talent in the Red Army.

  Let's stop here for now and take a look at what Xiao Bingjie is doing currently.

  "Hah—"

  Xiao Bing Jia let out a loud roar, and with a fierce thrust, he stabbed the straw man in front of him again with the flat-tipped dagger in his hand. With a crisp explosion sound, the straw man's waist suddenly broke open from the middle. Plop! He fell to the ground.

  Seeing his "opponent" fall down again in front of him, a hint of a relieved smile appeared on Xiao Bingjia's face. Looking to the side, there was even a small mountain-sized pile of straw man corpses next to the fallen straw man.

  This was the result of his 3 hours of continuous training under the scorching sun. Counting carefully, there were as many as 48 of them. The straw men that had fallen to the ground all had knife wounds all over their bodies, most of which were on their necks, chests, abdomens and armpits.

  If all these were real people, having suffered so many blows, I reckon this place would have been a river of blood and a mountain of corpses long ago...

  Wiping away the sweat that kept dripping from his forehead with his hand, Xiao Bing raised his head to look at the scorching sun again and gave it the middle finger.

  "I'm tired"

  "This damn weather……" He twisted open the lid of a military canteen that was placed beside him, and then directly tilted his head back to gulp down the water. As he hugged the canteen and gulped down the water, several eerie sounds that could scare children echoed from his throat along with the gurgling water.

  "Gurgling sounds" continued for over a minute as Xiaobing Jia's lavish pouring went on.

  When the last drop of water in the kettle slid into Xiao Bingjia's throat, Xiao Bingjia suddenly threw the kettle far away.

  "So cool———"

  Xiao Bing suddenly let out a loud shout, regardless of his image.

  The belly was filled with cold water, and the cool sensation seemed to spread rapidly through the nerves in the body to the brain, as if it had suddenly dissipated the heat that had been filling the brain.

  Although cold water can't actually bring people real rest, it's indeed a rare pleasure to have your brain cooled down at this time.

  Feeling a bit recovered in spirit and physical strength, Xiao Bing was just about to continue his bayonet training from earlier.

  The distant bugle call began to sound. Facing the bell, Xiao Bingjia also raised a middle finger and reluctantly put away his own weapon and returned to the team with a sullen expression.

  It has to be said that these trainings are still quite effective. Now, these new recruits who were recruited from the rear have basically completed what they should look like as a new recruit after a week of rigorous training.

  Assemble into formation and report numbers. This process took less than 30 seconds.

  As the political commissar of this regiment, Bierfuska Romanlovich Karashov appeared in front of Xiao Bingjia again. At the same time, several tall soldiers with distinctive uniforms stood behind him, including a woman. However, since Xiao Bingjia was standing at the back of the team, he couldn't see the faces of those soldiers clearly.

  Bielikovsky first gave a standard military salute to the hundreds of soldiers below. Then, in a voice full of passion, he said:

  "Comrades, you are heroes!"

  This is a clichéd opening line. But come to think of it, every time they mobilize soldiers as cannon fodder, it's always this same phrase...

  "From Vladivostok to Warsaw, Poland, from Kunashir Island to Ulaanbaatar. From the Far North to the Mongolian steppes, from the Far East to the shores of the Western Sea. Your presence is everywhere!"

  "The power of the Soviet Mother is visible to all! But what spreads the glory of mothers? It's you! You, this group of young but strong warriors!"

  It seems that what he said had some effect, and some of the Red Army soldiers below were already deeply breathing along with his words.

  "You are resolute! Brave! Tenacious! You are strong, really very strong!"

  "Just look, how dark the European continent was before your arrival~ There are countless evil worms that devour the fruits of labor of the working people under capitalism, they are very greedy, really very greedy~~" Bierfu's tone suddenly became heavier.

  "They can freely devour the fruits of the hardworking laboring people's toil, they can willfully ignore the laws that were originally meant to restrain them, and after killing innocent passersby, they can still find lawyers to defend their freedom..."

  Bieluschka's face was filled with hatred and sorrow as he said this.

  "So, we must overthrow them!!!"

  "Overthrow them!! Overthrow them!! Overthrow this group of parasites!!"

  Bieluschka suddenly shouted loudly.

  "Comrades, fighters of the Soviets! Can you allow these shameless capitalist lackeys to bully and oppress these poor people at will? Do you want our great Soviet glory to shine on this darkened Europe? Answer me, comrades?"

  It has to be said that Bierhoff's morale-boosting is still very powerful. After his mobilization, the mobilized soldiers under the table are all filled with righteous indignation and emotional excitement.

  Xiao Bing Jia was calmly watching him on the stage, because he knew that Bierfuska still had something to say.

  Bailiff Fesch waved his hand to signal the soldiers below the platform to quiet down. However, for some reason, perhaps due to the previous agitation being too intense, the soldiers below the platform did not stop their clamor and instead seemed to be getting more agitated...

  Helpless, Bierfu shook his head and smiled wryly at the female military officer behind him. The female military officer looked at Bierfu's bitter smile and nodded before walking to the front of the stage.

  "You guys..." The female officer said in a low and deep voice.

  "What a bunch of trash!!!!" She suddenly shouted loudly, and her voice was so loud that it covered up the noise of everyone on the playground, almost echoing throughout the entire playground.

  The female officer suddenly scolded, and some of the temperamental mobilized soldiers below also retorted with curses.

  "Ugly woman! What are you yelling about?"

  "Stinky cunt, do you owe me an apology?"

  "Go die, you freak..."

  Facing the unanimous booing from the crowd below, the female officer just smiled slightly. She pointed to a few people who were making the most noise below the stage earlier.

  "You, you, you! And you too! Come out!"

  The few people who were pointed out initially tried to hide in the crowd, but when they touched their eyes and saw the female military officer's gaze above them, which was almost as sharp as a sword, they had no choice but to walk onto the stage with a hardened scalp.

  Just as the silent crowd on the scene thought that the female military officer would deal with these several foolish young men to kill a chicken and warn a monkey, the female military officer suddenly pointed at one of the strong men who came up and said:

  "You are a CIA spy, number 273973, real name Mark, codename Nightingale."

  The female officer wouldn't let the burly man with a dark face make excuses, and she pointed to another short soldier beside him:

  "You are also a spy, code number 385010, real name Wilson, codename Hunter. Directly under the command of Special Agent Tang Ya as the chief intelligence officer."

  "You dare to insult me!! You..." The pale-faced soldier just wanted to make excuses, but found a knife on his throat. And the owner of the knife was that female military officer.

  Ignoring the sweating spy, he walked straight towards the two mobilized soldiers with twitching expressions.

  "You..."

  "I said! I've said it all!" The mobilized soldier hadn't waited for the officer to reveal his identity, and he himself had already knelt down with a pale face.

  "I am indeed a secret agent, under the guidance of James Bond, head of MI6..."

  Without waiting for the female officer to ask questions, the timid agent spilled everything out like beans.

  Just then, an unexpected situation occurred. Next to the kneeling intelligence officer, another short soldier quickly pulled out a dagger from his upper garment and stabbed it straight into the agent's neck.

  A crisp sound: "Ping!"

  Just as the knife was about to stab into the agent's neck, the female officer also quickly took action.

  Like a strong gust of wind, the female officer's hard leather military boots, with toes as hard as iron hammers, scraped out sparks like lightning under her swift kick. Under the tremendous impact, the Allied spy, who was not very skilled in close combat, was kicked into mid-air along with his knife. Before he could fall back down, the female officer kicked again. With a loud "thud", the spy was kicked off the stage and crashed straight into the crowd, where he fainted.

  Everyone was shocked!!

  Who could have imagined such a dramatic turn of events!?! I never thought that there would be an Allied spy in the Red Army camp!?! So, who among the comrades you live with every day can still be trusted?

  Suddenly, an irreparable crack appeared in the Red Army camp.

  Seeing the stunned and arguing Red Army soldiers below, the female officer coldly took the ADK-45 assault rifle from a tall soldier beside her.

  Then...

  *gunfire sounds*

  The ADK-45 assault rifle fired a shrill scream into the sky, shooting out bullets filled with anger.

  The gunfire continued until all 55 rounds in the magazine were fired.

  At this time, the originally noisy Red Army soldiers also stopped discussing. The brass shell with a hint of cyan smoke seemed to have explained something...

  The female officer took a deep breath, her feet trampling on the scattered hot shell casings all over the ground, and with a majestic swing of her arm, she tied back her golden long braid behind her head.

  "I, Baralayka. Boris. Makarich, swear by the name of Kalashnikov (the father of AK-47): no matter how evil capitalism splits us, I will use the ADK-45 assault rifle designed by your hands to defeat them all, because I am not me. Because 'I' is we!"

  At noon, a sudden gust of cool wind blew across the sky, causing the black military uniform worn by the female officer to flutter loudly.

  "We shall unite under the hammer and sickle flag, fight amidst blood and fire, with brothers who are as close to me as hands and feet, garrisoning a steel defense line. Then advance together! Advance!! Advance!!!

  "We may be dying, but that's alright. For at least after we die, we can stand up with our chests out and smile to our great comrade Lenin: 'I died on the road spreading the revolution.'"

  "We must not doubt. We must not retreat. We must not be weak. The direction we advance in is definitely correct, because we are fighting for the liberation of all humanity and the true dissemination of justice!"

  "Go! Go! Go! Great Motherland, great Red Army soldiers! Our goal is ahead, our enemies are also ahead! They will use all sorts of despicable and shameless means to stop us, but I believe! Our great Red Army will surely defeat them!"

  "Because..."

  "We are the Red Army! We are warriors! We are heavenly reason!!!"

  "Victory will surely come to the Soviet Union! Long live!!!"

  Xiao Bing Jia sat on a clump of grass, enjoying the cool breeze after finishing his exercise.

  He patted the heavy ASK rifle on his shoulder. The icy grip was striking his heart, but this impulse couldn't be compared to the shock that woman brought him at noon...

  That woman is so strong!

  Strong...

  It's really too strong...

  Originally possessing strong power, a frightening and surprising on-site command ability, also having an extremely high level of control over people's hearts...

  How did such a powerful character come about...

  Xiao Bingjia is now very contradictory.

  He wants to be a general, wants to be a great general...

  All he could rely on was his physical strength and sixth sense, which had been enhanced due to the crossing.

  These abilities are strong if said so, but saying otherwise doesn't make them weak...

  But the only thing he can rely on and believe in is this, relying on his abnormal physical strength to possibly kill ordinary soldiers, and perhaps relying on his sixth sense to narrowly escape death once or twice...

  But is one really satisfied with these?

  No way, I'm not satisfied with myself at all...

  That woman, although she is now the biggest obstacle to her own promotion, it's also good...

  Life is more interesting with an opponent...

  Hehe......

  Bala Rajak, Boris Makaric...

  I remember you...

  I must reach and surpass your level of existence!