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Shen Fei nodded: "I understand. Thank you for your explanation. I will repay you if I have the chance."

The veteran looked at him and praised in Russian, "You performed well today."

"You are obedient, don't move when others are moving, and remember things when others say they are tired."

"There is no shortage of idiots on the front line who dare to die. What is needed is people who understand orders and know how to shut up."

Shen Fei smiled: "It doesn't sound like a compliment."

"This is a compliment." The veteran said, "If you really want to live,

"Don't stay too far away from the veterans, and don't stick in the middle of the crowd. It's easy to lose them in front, and they're easy to be caught behind to fill their positions. The crowd is the most vulnerable to being shot."

"Don't look up when you hear a drone. Get down first when you hear a gunfire. Just listen to the veteran scolding you. If he scolds you, it means you are still alive."

Shen Fei took note of it carefully.

The veteran flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said, "If you can persist for more than a month, maybe we will meet again."

“By then, you will also be a veteran."

"Hopefully!"

Shen Fei also smiled.

After another half hour, everyone was regrouped.

Several Wagner soldiers came over carrying a tin box.

This was the legendary dog tag, but it was different from what Shen Fei had seen in TV series before.

No name.

No nationality.

There is no blood type.

There is only one letter K, followed by a series of numbers.

K refers to the Punishment Army, and as for the following number, it is naturally their serial number in prison.

Even if he is dead,

He doesn't even have a name of his own.

There is no pension either;

Their dog tags were purely for convenience, and those above counted casualties.

These numbers will only be tallied and will never be released.

...

In the next three days, everyone was like a male prisoner accidentally entering a women's prison, being rubbed like crazy every day!

Dig a simple bunker.

Identify the tape.

Lie down and listen to the sound of the cannon.

Don't look up when listening to the drone.

Then I was kicked awake at night, simulating an emergency gathering.

Training is not complicated.

Not even a system.

But it was enough to make this group of felons who had just come out of prison understand one thing.

On the front lines, there are many ways to die.

Damn it, it's the cheapest one.

Three days later, in the early morning, before dawn, the assembly whistle sounded in the camp.

“Get your gear!"

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