Chapter 103: A farmer's son killed another farmer's son (3k)

Upon hearing this.

Huang Hao had nothing to say.

As the battlefield cleanup was completed, everyone gathered the confiscated supplies together; after distributing the ammunition, they took the usable guns and some food, and poured gasoline on the remaining supplies and ammunition they had scavenged, setting them on fire.

They definitely couldn't leave anything for the Empire.

During this period, the more than one hundred people brought out from Moscow were reduced to these thirty-some.

No one knew when they would die.

Carrying so many things was a burden; except for ammunition, they only carried two days' worth of food,

because they might not even be able to finish that...

As the flames rose behind them, everyone quickly left that area.

Night.

In the village ravaged by artillery fire, there were broken walls and ruins everywhere from the shelling.

Only a few houses that hadn't completely collapsed stood scattered; a spark of fire lit up in one of the rooms, and the thirty-some people Huang Hao led crowded into this drafty room, lighting a fire to keep warm.

The Empire had already broken through the first defensive line.

And the second defensive line was the Mozhaisk defensive line, about 260 kilometers long, which was mostly dug by women and children, and further back... was Moscow.

And at this moment, they were in front of the Mozhaisk defensive line.

Behind them were women, children, and Moscow... Huang Hao also seemed to understand why the Soviet soldiers said in the initial game CG,

"Behind us is Moscow, we have nowhere to retreat."

Retreat?

Behind them were only women, children, and the capital of the motherland.

Nowhere to retreat.

Inside the dilapidated house, the damp and cold wind of October blew in from the walls torn open by bombs; many people huddled together, having no sleepiness at all, even with the fire to keep warm, it was too cold.

At this time.

Political Commissar Alexei got a bottle of vodka from somewhere, took a sip, and handed it to Huang Hao:

"Warm your body."

Huang Hao looked at the vodka and couldn't hold it together, quickly waving his hand to refuse; obviously, the aftereffect of this stuff was still fresh in his memory.

Seeing Huang Hao wouldn't drink, Alexei passed the bottle down:

"One sip each, warm your body."

"Don't get drunk, we still have to fight those guys from the Empire tomorrow."

"Don't fall down when charging."

Upon hearing this, everyone laughed out loud, and a soldier heckled:

"Don't worry, Commissar."

"Our drinking capacity isn't that bad!"

Huang Hao's mouth twitched, and the stream room was laughing like crazy.

Huang Hao looked at Alexei, remembering the scene when cleaning up the battlefield in the evening, and asked curiously:

"I remember in the evening, you said 1918?"

"That was when the First World War just ended, right."

"You even participated in the First World War?"

"You don't look like it."

Listening to Huang Hao's inquiry, the viewers in the stream all watched seriously.

As they learned more about the game, and collected information from various aspects, the Blue Star players also knew that the 'Earth' in this game background actually had a First World War.

And the naming of the First World War was decided on the day the war ended.

It's just that the information learned was limited, and almost no records could be found; it should have been hidden by Polar Star Company, and the information collected by the players was all known from some NPC mouths.

But except for some veteran or official NPCs.

The NPCs the players came into contact with most were ordinary people, and they could hardly learn any useful information.

And now, a Soviet political commissar who was suspected of having participated in the 'First World War' was simply the best person to ask.

Hearing Huang Hao's inquiry.

Alexei raised his head to look at Huang Hao, the firelight reflecting on his face, and then Alexei asked with a smile:

"Where don't I look like it?"

Huang Hao spoke up and said:

"Age, I guess."

"You look like you're only in your thirties."

"The First World War ended 23 years ago."

"Hmm... it's almost catching up to my age."

"So you only look like you're in your thirties; did you join the army when you were ten or so?"

Alexei shook his head upon hearing this:

"Then you guessed wrong."

"I'm already 42 this year."

"Maybe... because I'm thin, I look younger?"

Sighing, Alexei turned his head to look at the firelight, falling into memories:

"Where should I start... hmm..."

"My father was a veteran of the Tsarist Russian Empire; maybe you don't know why it was called the Tsarist Russian Empire... because at that time, our current Soviet Federation hadn't been established yet."

"From the time I could remember, he never acted like a father; he drank, fought, and was emotionally volatile,"

"often solving problems with violence."

"Even if my grades were good, I never got a word of praise from him."

"Finally, one day, I couldn't stand it anymore and rose up to resist!"

"And then..."

Alexei paused, Huang Hao widened his eyes and couldn't help but ask:

"And then?"

Alexei suddenly smiled:

"And then, of course, I got beaten up severely."

"Did you expect a ten-year-old boy to beat up a forty-year-old Soviet giant with a full beard?"

"Hahahahaha."

"That was truly the worst beating I've ever taken in my life; I lay in bed for half a month."

Speaking of this, Alexei couldn't help but laugh.

But there was no regret in the laughter, only a faint smile with memories.

"But him acting like that only stirred up my spirit of resistance even more."

"I kept contradicting him like that for a few years, until one day, leaflets covered the whole town."

"War had come."

"Unfortunately, we didn't know anything at that time, only blinded by those propaganda, as if as long as we joined the army,"

"participated in the war, we would gain supreme glory, wealth, status, and be heroes respected by ten thousand people."

"That year was 1916; I was just 17, and I joined the army behind my family's back."

"I fantasized about killing the enemy heroically on the battlefield, fantasized about reversing the war situation with my own strength, fantasized about returning home loaded with glory, standing on a vehicle wearing a full set of medals, looking arrogantly at my alcoholic father."

"Fantasizing about him looking at me, then gradually feeling ashamed, and finally having nowhere to hide, to prove that I was better than him."

Huang Hao couldn't help but blush, and the viewers in the stream also had fewer comments, because they always felt like he was talking about them... and this glory, wealth, status stuff, seemed the same as the propaganda of those fanatics on Blue Star; they were also using this routine.

Alexei paused and continued:

"Of course... these were all beautiful fantasies."

"The real situation was... on the first day on the battlefield, the motorcade we were in hadn't even reached the designated position when a round of artillery fire came from the opposite side, and one of the shells landed directly in the carriage I was in."

As he spoke, Alexei took off the leather glove he had been wearing, revealing his left hand with half a pinky finger missing:

"This was caused at that time."

"Fortunately, I was sitting at the back of the carriage at the time, and there were a few stronger ones on my right to block the impact for me."

"The impact of the explosion hit, and I was blown out of the carriage."

"I watched the motorcade fall into a sea of fire in the air, then fell to the ground and lost consciousness."

"When I woke up again, I was already in the hospital, and my left pinky finger was gone."

"There were many wounded inside; I found a nurse to ask about my unit, and they told me that most of the people sent over didn't make it, and told me to go to the morgue to take a look."

"I went there and saw corpse after corpse."

"The impression in my mind was still in the carriage, singing the military songs of the Tsarist Russian Empire, fantasizing about heroically killing the enemy and gaining merit, reaching the peak."

"In the blink of an eye."

"They were all lying here; they hadn't even seen the enemy."

"Can you imagine?"

"A carriage full of 17, 18, 20-year-old young people, their lives ended by a single shell."

"Behind them were their fathers, their mothers, the children they had raised with such hardship, just losing their lives like that."

"At that time, hatred filled my heart, and avenging them also became one of my goals."

"After my wounds healed and my finger didn't hinder my actions, I chose to join the battle immediately; I held my gun on the battlefield and killed as many enemies as possible, wanting to gain honor."

"But unfortunately... most of the credit was taken by my superior at the time."

Alexei's face couldn't help but show a gnashing expression:

"Thinking of him now, I want to shoot him."

Then Alexei continued:

"War is cruel; the comrades around me changed batch after batch, and I gradually got used to the feeling of killing, just like those 'Imperial beasts', but at that time I didn't know it."

"Until one day, we encountered a unit of the Austro-Hungarian Empire head-on."

"Suddenly bumping into each other, both sides were stunned."

"But immediately they reacted, and started a hasty battle, slowly turning into the most primitive hand-to-hand combat."

"We fought together, and what left the deepest impression on me was the Austro-Hungarian teenager who stabbed me with a knife,"

"who looked about the same age as me, but from those hands covered in calluses, I could tell at a glance that they were formed by years of farm work."

"Because the calluses on my mother's hands were thicker than that."

"At that moment, I suddenly felt it was absurd, but the knife in my hand still stabbed him to death; there wasn't much time to think, until the battle ended, and we won a great victory."

"I sat paralyzed, and I crawled to the side of that Austro-Hungarian teenager, looking at the calluses on those hands."

"A farmer's son, running thousands of miles here, to kill another farmer's son."

Alexei looked at Huang Hao:

"Guess what I was thinking at the time?"

Alexei's words also left Huang Hao's stream room in silence, and Huang Hao thought for a moment and said:

"Probably honor, wealth, status?" ===== CHAPTER 104 =====