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"Group 7! Get in the car! Stop fucking looking!"

The roar of Wagner's soldiers pulled Shen Fei back from his brief trance.

He took one last look at the body leaning against the wheel, then bent down and got into the car.

No one spoke.

There was silence in the carriage for a long time.

In the end, Ivan couldn't hold it in any longer and cursed in a low voice: "If Suka is not included, people will die before they even reach the front line."

Alyosha raised his head and glanced at him, his voice was soft and sharp: "Didn't you just say that you wanted to kill the Ukrainian army?"

Ivan's face darkened: "Shut up, skinny monkey."

"I'm just reminding you." Alyosha hid the kettle in his arms: "If you die, the boots will be mine."

Ivan's eyes widened: "How dare you worry about my things?"

Alyosha said seriously, "It won't be yours if you die."

Someone in the car laughed softly, and was soon swallowed up by the roar of the engine.

In this high-pressure environment, people need to say something to prevent themselves from falling into deep fear.

The further west you go, the worse the roads get.

Asphalt gradually disappears, replaced by dirt roads repeatedly crushed by crawlers and trucks.

Blackened remains of armored vehicles began to appear on the roadside.

Broken telephone pole.

Half of the house was cut off by shells.

There were also some craters that had not been cleaned in time and were half-covered by mud and weeds.

After driving for about an hour, the truck finally stopped behind a low forest belt.

This time, it was not a temporary stop, because there were already many vehicles parked ahead.

Several dim car lights were covered by cloth covers, revealing only a very dim light.

On the dirt floor stood a group of Wagner officers and veterans.

There was also a machine gun next to it.

The muzzle of the gun was not pointed in the distance, but towards the group of prisoners who had just gotten out of the car.

The meaning is obvious, don't think that you can move freely once you reach the battlefield.

A Wagner officer wearing a black knitted hat stood in the middle of the mud, holding a list in his hand and scanning the crowd: "From here on, the car can't go any further."

"The front is the bombardment area, and then go to the communication trench and act in groups."

"Those who leave the team without authorization will be treated as deserters."

"Those who do not understand orders and run around will be treated as deserters."

He pointed to the machine guns next to him: "There are people watching you from behind. Don't find work for them."

No one dared to speak.

Everyone knows that if you talk too much in the training camp, you may get beaten, but if you make your superiors dissatisfied here, you will definitely be killed.

This place...

The least valuable thing besides assault rifles are these disciplinary troops.

"Group 7, follow me!"

A short and stocky veteran walked over and waved his hand, signaling the twelve people in the seventh group to follow him.

There is a communication trench not far away, with wooden boards, sandbags and scrap iron sheets on both sides barely supporting it. Some places have collapsed, exposing wet black soil.

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