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Chapter 242 This is called Fireline Uprising
Battalion Commander Ermao of Habula Village looked at the large swarm of drones flying overhead and immediately remembered the fear he had felt when he was dominated by the swarm of drones.

He frowned and said impatiently: "Where are our 9k38 shoulder-fired air defense missiles?"

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and get someone to shoot it down!"

The staff officer next to him was stunned for a moment, and replied weakly: "Battalion Commander, last night, someone drove a truck storing 9k38 shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missiles and defected to the enemy and committed treason."

"We don't have any effective anti-aircraft missiles right now. That thing is flying too high, and we really can't shoot it down."

After the staff officer finished speaking, he looked at the silent battalion commander, feeling a little flustered, and asked, "Battalion commander, please say something!"

"What else can I do? Let's eat it cold!"

"With our anti-tank weapons and missiles, the enemy tanks and armored vehicles are almost driving into our faces, why aren't they fighting back?" Battalion Commander Ermao asked in a somewhat frustrated manner.

His staff officer scratched his head and said, "Battalion Commander, I forgot to tell you."

"Last night, someone surrendered with our anti-tank weapons as a gift."

"Captain, Captain, please say something! What should we do now?"

The corner of Ermao's battalion commander's mouth twitched. He suppressed his anger and said, "Are those mercenaries still here?"

"Send them to the front line as supervisors and call the rear. If they don't provide fire support, I'll treat those mercenaries like Teletubbies!"

"The Western master's regular army is the only bargaining chip we have now!"

The staff officer next to him sighed, took out a handful of counterfeit bills from last night, and said, "Battalion Commander, last night, the drones on the other side dropped a lot of counterfeit bills on us."

"After the mercenaries picked up the counterfeit money, they compared it with the US dollars we gave them and thought it was also counterfeit. Their morale collapsed."

"Their commander took his men and ran away last night. I only found out about this this morning."

"Captain, are the notes we gave them really counterfeit?"

"Captain, Captain, I'm so nervous, please say something!"

Ermao's battalion commander really wanted to take out his pistol and shoot the staff officer in front of him.

On the battlefield, ups and downs are normal, but what happened to me today? I have been feeling ups and downs since I got up. Why didn’t I encounter any good things?

"If you have any other bad news, just tell me all at once."

"Captain, apart from the fact that more than 300 of us ran away and surrendered last night, there is really no bad news."

"Habla Village is now surrounded on all sides. Captain, make a decision quickly. Should we still defend it?"

Battalion Commander Ermao sighed and asked with a hint of sadness: "My good advisor, I didn't have money before, but now I want to be a good person."

"Captain, with the war going on like this, all the soldiers should die. It's nothing more than sacrificing their lives for the country."

Battalion Commander Ermao had a stern face and began to scold: "Dawali, don't say anything unlucky!"

"The commander of the armored battalion, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who seemed to be full of integrity, surrendered and betrayed his country."

"He has surrendered. Do you think there is still justice? Is there still law? Is there still a chance? Is there still time?"

The staff officer next to him almost burned out the CPU in his brain after hearing this.

"Captain, I'm ready to die for my country, and you're telling me this?"

"Don't say that. Do you have a white flag ready?"

"Yes, we have prepared it a long time ago, but we are wearing white pants. We are not Gauls, so we don't have any white flags prepared in advance."

Battalion Commander Ermao sighed and said helplessly: "Dawali, it has come to this, let's not insult the law."

"Go tell the brothers not to open fire, we surrender, no, this is called a fire uprising!"

Alexey looked at the rising white pants in Habra Village and felt a little confused.

Ermao from the village, what new tricks are you planning to play?

"Davri, this, what does it mean, do you understand?" He called Pavel Korchagin and asked.

Pavel Korchagin scratched his head and said hesitantly: "It seems that, perhaps, he wants to surrender."

"You surrendered in a very special way. Why did you use white shorts?" "We only had shorts that were white. For the time being, we really couldn't come up with anything white."

Ermao's battalion commander held up his white shorts and climbed out of the village trench with his men. He shouted not to shoot, saying that they were all his own people, and thus Damao, who was about to attack, was unable to attack.

A reorganized battalion revolted on the battlefield. This was not a big deal, but it was not a small one either.

Alexei K accepted it anyway, after all, Habla Village had a long history and was very famous.

If this small village is really destroyed, no one can take the responsibility.

Ermao and Damao, who had revolted on the battlefield, held a grand funeral for the Soviet soldier in the Crimea Forest.

The funeral was presided over by an Orthodox priest accompanying the army.

"Now, we will bury our hero."

"Hero of the Great Patriotic War, great Soviet fighter!"

"Rest in peace, my Davari. We will always carry on your will."

……

The pastor's outfit, wearing a priest's robe and a bulletproof vest on the outside, seemed somewhat incongruous at the moment, which also confused many people.

"Why should a materialistic bear warrior be buried by a priest?"

“Why are there priests in the Mao army?”

"Um, let me explain. Orthodoxy is our state religion. Even during the Soviet era, most children born were baptized as Orthodox."

"Having a priest preside over the funeral is not an insult to the heroes."

"Respect different cultures. In Russia, not only do we have military chaplains, but almost all of our weapons are blessed by chaplains."

When the funeral was held.

The village of Habla.

An old man holding a cane, wearing a tattered Soviet military uniform with medals hanging on it, walked out of the village tremblingly.

He arrived at the funeral site, looked at the two teams, saluted first, then stood aside, waiting silently until the funeral was over.

After the funeral.

He came to the battalion commander Ermao and asked, "Comrade Colonel, what did I do wrong?"

"I've fought in battles, I've been in a pool of blood, my legs were broken, and there were two holes in my head."

"They drove me here like a dog. Why?"

"Why do I have to suffer like this, Comrade Colonel?"

Battalion Commander Ermao was speechless and could only salute silently.

Of course he knew how Ermao treated these old soldiers, but he was powerless to stop it, and of course, he had no intention of stopping it.

After the old man finished his accusation, he turned and left.

The two viewers named Da Mao and Er Mao who were watching the live broadcast had tears in their eyes.

"How steel rusts!"

"It's hard to imagine a country treating veterans like this. It's simply destroying its own beliefs."

"It's nothing more than bullying because the Soviet Union is no longer around, just like bullying children without parents. No one is backing them up."

"Steel shows no fear under the burning fire, but easily succumbs to the rust of age."

"This is too much, it's really too much, the people down there are really too much!"

"Come out squid and get beaten!"

Alexeyk looked at the medal on the trembling old man's chest and was stunned for a moment. Why was there a Gold Star Medal?

(End of this chapter)