Iron Cross Fire

Cluster grenades were originally used by this team to blow up the Russian fortifications, but now they were just to die with the enemy.

Although it was an honor to make the Russians pay hundreds of dollars for only three casualties, everyone present was deeply saddened.

Vasala felt mixed emotions. All this was caused by his carelessness, and he blamed himself endlessly.

He had lost contact with the outside world. The army only had one radio station, which he was asked to leave to Seloven.

Now unless he was lucky, he and this small team would be buried here.

Looking at his silent and crying comrades, Vasala's psychology was almost collapsed, but he had to pick up the pole.

Vasala stood up from the neat ground and moved his legs with difficulty. Perhaps because of the war, every step he took made the building dirtier, and he stopped until he walked in front of the Russian middle-aged man who received them.

"Salute you, thank you for your help. As soldiers of the Empire, we will be endlessly grateful."

Vasala suddenly stood up, changed his previous decadence, and saluted him vigorously; other Austrians also reacted and stood up to salute.

"Empire? I don't like it." The Russian middle-aged man said with some disdain:

"It has deprived us of our wealth, and still does not repent, and has been sucking the blood of our workers! They are the biggest termites in the world!"

After hearing this, the soldiers behind Vasala's gratitude quickly turned into anger, staring at the middle-aged man.

There was even one person who dropped his gun and stretched out his fist to teach the middle-aged man a lesson, but was pushed back by Vasala.

"Well, it seems that our paths are different, Communist Party of Russia. Thank you for your support, we are leaving, and I hope we will never meet again."

"Are you crazy? The outside is blocked by those imperialist running dogs, and there is only one way to go out."

Although Vasala knew that he was talking about the Russians outside, he always felt that he was scolding himself.

Out of politeness, he still replied:

"Sir, I am a professional soldier of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, and the seven soldiers behind me also have this.

And you are just a civilian. Even if you have lofty ideals, you can't beat the Russians outside.

You must not want to get into trouble. Believe me, don't meddle in other people's business."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said with a smile:

"You are a righteous man. My name is Ivan-Andreskiv-Widno. As you said, I am a member of the Russian Communist Party.

The thing we Communists hate most is your general, who seems to be called Kuster. He is really a dog. He does a lot of shady things and never does serious things."

Originally, it was a happy thing that a Communist Party member was willing to reveal his name, but the more he listened, the darker his face became, and he even wanted to take action like the soldiers behind him.

Fortunately, the professional spirit of the soldier made him endure it and continue to listen to Widno's words.

"We hold all soldiers in the highest respect, but we oppose the countries they serve, which are all corrupt societies controlled by capitalists without exception.

We must fight for ourselves. Now the time has come. The Communists in the city have begun to act and are preparing to launch another armed coup.

You and I have a common enemy - the Tsar, so why don't we unite and kill those corrupt government officials together?"

Vasalai did not answer his invitation, but pulled him to the depths of the room and put his hands on him:

"Ha! Are you kidding? We have 400,000 troops, and it's easy to crush the Tsarist army. What about you?"

"Then you are trapped here and can't get out, and no one will bury you after you die. Why don't you cooperate with us and kill them together?"

Vasalai did not speak, but nodded helplessly.

Seeing that he agreed, Vidno was very happy and led everyone to the secret passage of his home.

Then they trotted all the way to a small room with no windows around, and it was quite dim both morning and night.

The electric light hanging on the iron wire was weathered, and the twisted tungsten wire was covered with dust.

The only furniture was a carpet that was incompatible with the color of the floor. The wooden floor was covered with a khaki carpet that looked like weeds. It was really hard to praise his taste.

Widno lifted the carpet, revealing the hole underneath. The surroundings were uneven, and there was a pickaxe on the side.

He threw the carpet aside, walked to the cave entrance, and turned back to Vasa:

"By the way, warrior who fought for the country, what's your name?"

Vasa's thoughts drifted to who knows where, and he was obviously startled after hearing this, and then immediately said:

"Visadorio Gustav Fangovi."

"It's a strange name."

Widno took the lead and jumped directly into the cave. After a crackling sound, his slightly embarrassed voice came:

"Uh, please throw down a torch, I forgot to bring it."

"Where is it?"

"Didn't you seize a weapon from the Tsar's army?"

Hearing his reminder, Vasa picked up a wooden stick, then chopped it with a saber and lit it with a stove fire.

After returning to the tunnel entrance, Vasa handed him the torch.

The tunnel was not deep, only two meters, and Vasa jumped down casually.

Several Austrians jumped down the tunnel one after another. The last guard looked around and only laid the carpet again after confirming it was safe.

The tunnel was very dark, and the weak firelight was not enough to illuminate everyone, so those behind had to follow the light.

After carefully walking for dozens of meters, they saw the exit.

Widno put out the fire, stretched out his head to take a look, then jumped out of the hole with his whole body, leaned against the wall, and crawled into the shadows.

Vassar came and wanted to go out, but Vidno stopped him with a wave of his hand. After observing carefully, Widno quickly waved his hand to signal them to come down.

Several people emerged from the tunnel in an instant, dispersed their formation and ran towards the grass.

Seeing them getting closer and closer, Widno stood up and ran wildly, all the way to the grass dozens of meters away.

Since several Austrian soldiers were carrying a large amount of ammunition, even though they were in good physical condition, they were still out of breath.

In addition, when they were running, the sound caused by the collision of equipment was a bit loud, so they rested on the grass for a while.

There were no Tsarist Russian troops around, so Vasalai led a group of people to advance slowly, carefully raising their guns to observe.

It was strange to say that even though it was already bright, there was still no one to be seen, but this did not prevent them from acting cautiously.

The group of people walked nearly 700 meters, but still didn't reach the place. This made Vassalai dissatisfied and asked Vidno how far they had to go.

Widno didn't answer him, just stretched out his finger and pointed to a certain place.

Vasalai looked in the direction and saw a group of Russians lying down in the grass.

Vassalai was a little puzzled, and Vidno explained:

"They are members of the Russian Communist Party, just like me."

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