Expedition to Europe

The encounter in the woods lasted less than half an hour.

One battalion and one company of the seventh regiment of the third division of the Foreign Legion killed 450 Russian soldiers, losing 47 of their own, and almost all of them were injured.

Another miserable victory.

Considering that the Foreign Legion was ambushed by an enemy twice as large as its own, considering that this was a hastily organized unit, considering that the language in this unit was not even unified...

It's pretty good to be able to do this.

In accordance with the predetermined order, the 1st Company continued to advance. Their target was Lyubimovka, a town slightly larger than the village.

Lyubimovka is in the northeast of the grove. Less than ten miles past the grove, you can see only a ruins of ruins.

This is Lyubimovka.

"Damn, doesn't the military order say it's a town? How the hell can you tell it's a town?" Chen Yongsheng poked at the brim of his hat, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"That's right, this is Lyubimovka." Kalvon answered affirmatively while looking at the military map in his hand.

At this time, Carl von and Chen Yongsheng were huddled near the left front wheel of the armored vehicle, observing Lyubimovka in a somewhat obscene manner.

Just be obscene, it's better than losing your life!

Zheng Jing was sleeping in the armored vehicle, as if all his energy had been exhausted. Zheng Jing fell asleep as soon as he entered the armored vehicle. Even Chen Yongsheng couldn't help Zheng Jing take off his shoes to wake him up.

So Chen Yongsheng and Carl Fon left the armored vehicle and moved forward on foot, leaving enough space for Zheng Jing.

"Can we find supplies here?" Chen Yongsheng was a little unsure.

"It's probably impossible!" Carl Fon was even less confident.

"Mom, up, up, up... advance in search posture... no, advance in fighting posture." Chen Yongsheng, who originally planned to experience the Russian style, was disappointed, but fortunately he had not lost his vigilance.

Lyubimovka is a very traditional Russian town. There is no planning at all. The houses are quite scattered, and the distance between houses is about twenty or thirty meters.

In the center of Lyubimovka town, there is a small square that usually exists. It was supposed to be the activity center of Lyubimovka residents and it was also a landmark building.

But in the current central square of Ljubimovka town, hundreds of corpses are neatly stacked.

Men, women, old people, children, beautiful, ugly, mediocre, gorgeously dressed, half-dressed...

Now it's just a cold corpse.

"What the hell is going on?" Chen Yongsheng yelled.

"Boss, this is normal... This area has been a tug of war. Today the Bolsheviks will occupy this place, and tomorrow they will be driven away by Denikin's troops. No matter who occupies this place, a group of civilians will always suffer. ." Carl Fon said with sarcasm.

As a feud, Carlvon, who has German nationality, has reason to laugh at the Russians, kill them, kill them, no matter who wins this victory, the Russians will die.

But they were both human beings, and even if they were feuding, they could not hide the deep sadness in Kalvon's eyes.

Similar cannibalism, only human beings in the world would be so cruel to their own kind.

Kalvon has been in the army for many years and thinks that his heart has become numb, but when he sees the cruel scene in front of him, his heart still can't help but twitch.

Whether they were children or old people, they were all shot to death from behind with guns at close range. Depending on how neat the bodies were, they might have been taken over in batches and then shot in batches.

Maybe when the latter group of people were being escorted over, his mother, wife, or child fell in front of him.

What kind of despair and cruelty is this!

It's really terrible.

"Oh... no wonder this place looks like this!" Chen Yongsheng looked around at the ruins, his voice filled with endless loneliness and desolation.

"If Denikin's troops occupy this place, all those who support the Bolsheviks will be massacred; if the Bolsheviks occupy this place, all those who support the Provisional Government will be massacred. It would be okay if it was only occupied once, but if The war situation recurs repeatedly. Once If it falls into a tug of war, then all the people here will be massacred, because as long as there are still people alive, they must be supporters of the enemy, and there is not even neutrality..." Carl Fon was helpless and sad, like an abandoned person. The child, sitting on the piano at his feet, murmured to himself.

This piano may be the beloved toy of a child in the square, but now, the child has turned into a cold corpse, and the piano can no longer produce beautiful syllables.

"Damn it, how much hatred and hatred..." Chen Yongsheng stopped talking nonsense and squatted down, his eyes blank.

Bang……

There was a loud slamming of the door on the armored vehicle behind him, and then there was the faint sound of heart-rending wails.

Chen Yongsheng and Carl Fon exchanged a surprised look. Chen Yongsheng stood up and ordered: "Lao Ka, take your people over to dig holes. Bob, your people are responsible for guarding. Qiao, bring your people over to help. Let's dig them out first." After burying it, if the corpse is allowed to be exposed in the wilderness, a plague will occur..."

Chen Yongsheng is also ready to help, the one who dies is the greater...

"Sir, I am Staff Sergeant Wycliffe of the 45th Division of the Eighth Army..." A Russian wearing the uniform of the "Southern Russian Armed Forces" ran over quickly.

Before Denikin became the commander-in-chief of the "Southern Russian Armed Forces", he was the commander-in-chief of the Russian Eighth Army, so now Denikin also has this establishment.

"Oh, it looks like you're not in good condition..." Wycliffe was still in the mood to tease.

"Fuck your bad condition? This is what you call the damn safe zone? Why the hell did my troops get attacked in the safe zone? Didn't your people clear the area? Where did those damn Bolsheviks come from?" Chen Yongsheng stepped forward and grabbed Wycliffe's collar, asking and scolding him nonstop.

"First, sir, before yesterday, this was indeed a safe zone, but just last night, a group of Bolsheviks raided here, and then they disappeared, and we are also looking for them..." Wycliffe stammered in defense.

Wycliffe didn't know what kind of attack the troops in front of him had encountered, but looking at the embarrassed look of these guys in front of him, it was obvious that they had suffered a lot.

In fact, the Foreign Legion is very mysterious to the Russians. Russian generals regard the troops of the Foreign Legion as saviors, as if as long as they have the cooperation of the Foreign Legion, they can conquer the whole world.

As for ordinary Russian soldiers, they did not think they were much worse than the foreign legion, and perhaps they even wanted to compete with them in their hearts.

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Wycliffe in front of Chen Yongsheng obviously thought so.

"Hey... let my child go, okay?" A slightly old voice sounded.

This was an old man with a gray beard. His beard was very distinctive. There were two common mustaches on his lips, but there was a thick goatee on his chin. The sideburns were trimmed very neatly. The eye sockets looked a little deep, and it was not clear where his sight was focused. It felt a little erratic.

"Yes, General." Chen Yongsheng recognized the badge on the old man's shoulder. Although he was a little reluctant, he was still able to maintain the basic etiquette of standing at attention and saluting.

"Chinese? Tatars? French? Lanfang people?" The general asked a series of rapid-fire questions.

"Lanfang people are also Chinese..." Chen Yongsheng said that he did not forget his ancestors.

"Oh, hehe... what a stubborn little guy." The general did not care.

"If there are no other instructions, I think my people should continue to work." Chen Yongsheng was really a bit stubborn.

Ever since the old man appeared, he has attracted everyone's attention. The old man was calm and composed, and it seemed that he was used to the attention of everyone.

Chen Yongsheng was not used to it. In the foreign legion, even if Qin Zhiyuan came to inspect, as long as there was no order from the commander of the headquarters, the soldiers would not stop their work.

"It seems that you have encountered some trouble." The general was interested.

"Yes, we just encountered an ambush. In the area promised by you to be safe, we wiped them out. Of course, we also suffered heavy casualties." Chen Yongsheng was proud and proud.

"Oh, how many people are there?" The general asked.

"I don't know the total number, but we wiped out all the enemies in sight, about a battalion, about 450 people, and we ourselves suffered more than half of the casualties. After all, we only have one company, 180 people..." Chen Yongsheng knows how to answer ten questions with one question.

"Hiss..." Almost in an instant, the generals who followed the old man made a uniform gasp.

The old man's face also changed slightly: "450 people?"

If the military intelligence was falsely reported, it would obviously be a big event, but if it was not false, it could only mean that the combat effectiveness of the Foreign Legion was really far superior to that of the Russian army.

For a moment, the old man even doubted whether the young man in front of him was "killing innocent people for merit". In the history that these old guys knew, the Chinese often did this.

"Yes, 450 people. We only collected the bodies of our brothers. We did not move those Bolsheviks. They were still there." Chen Yongsheng acted according to the regulations.

In the Foreign Legion, according to the regulations, if possible, all the bodies must be taken away after the battle. Those bodies will be cremated uniformly, and then the ashes will be returned to their families, and a not-so-generous pension will be offered at the same time.

In troubled times, human life is as cheap as a dog, and everything is clearly marked, even life.

After listening to Chen Yongsheng's words, the old man turned his head slightly expressionlessly, and immediately an officer rode his horse and whipped a team of soldiers away, obviously to confirm the authenticity of what Chen Yongsheng said.

Chen Yongsheng didn't care, saluted again and prepared to go back to work.

"You have already participated in a battle, and it seems that your condition is not good, so you should rest now, instead of doing things that will affect your combat effectiveness." The old man was still muttering.

"The dead are the greatest, no matter whether they were noble or humble in life, when they die, they should be treated well." Chen Yongsheng held back and didn't curse, but there was no politeness in his words.

Yes, the dead are the greatest!

The old man shrugged and stopped talking. At the same time, someone behind the old man went to help, even those noble generals.