Battlefield Priest's Diary

Chapter 10 Teammates who are like pigs
boom! ! ! ! !
The sound of exploding grenades echoed through the quiet night, taking away several German soldiers and throwing the entire Russian position into chaos.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" "The Germans are coming up! Get up!" "Where's my gun?! Where's my gun?" Russian soldiers were running around the camp, some pulling up their trousers as they ran out to look for their guns.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!!! Rat-a-tat-tat!!!
This was the roar of Maxim, the Russian soldier on duty, and behind him, a few scattered Russian soldiers grabbed their rifles and frantically opened fire.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A few seconds later, two small black dots, accompanied by their distinctive whistling, hurtled towards the Russian retaliatory positions. In the distance, several German soldiers were setting up dark pipes on the ground.

The M1913 mortar, a 7.58cm caliber mortar, was a small cannon specially designed by the Germans for trench warfare. Nicknamed the "can opener," it was used specifically to deal with machine gun positions.

After the smoke cleared, the Maxim guns went silent, and German soldiers held up wooden-handled grenades, ready to throw them at the other side!
boom! ! ! !

A flash of light in the darkness struck the pitcher's arm, and the smoking grenade fell to the ground and exploded, injuring his own men instead.

However, the soldiers who followed only paused briefly before another officer, shouting "For His Majesty the Emperor!" surged forward.

boom! ! ! !

Another shot rang out, and the sergeant who had just been shouting slogans suddenly fell to the ground, his neck twisting to the side.

boom! ! ! !

Gunfire erupted again, and a German soldier who had jumped into the trench with a bayonet at his side was shot through the thigh.

With three consecutive shots, all hitting their mark, Maxim, whose shot had been misfired, resumed firing.

"Hurrah!" The morale of the Russian troops, which had been in disarray, was suddenly boosted, and some picked up their guns and joined the exchange of fire. The Russian front, which had been on the verge of collapse, managed to hold off the first wave of German attacks.

"Brother! That's awesome! I never knew you were such a good shot!" Pavka exclaimed excitedly from a secluded corner.

"Shut up, you're blocking my view." Qin Hao pulled back the bolt in the darkness, looked at the German soldiers who swarmed like ants in front of him, and spat hard on the ground.

He miscalculated. He underestimated the German army's determination to press on and overestimated the strength of the Russian army. What he least expected was that after fighting for so long, the Russian commander still hadn't appeared.

"Where is Lieutenant Colonel Kazman?!" After pulling back the bolt again to eject the spent cartridge, Qin Hao looked behind him towards the commander's quarters.

The Russian army is currently in disarray and needs someone to step up and take command, even if it's just a nominal officer. At least then these soldiers won't collapse immediately.

"That doesn't make sense. The lieutenant colonel usually sleeps there. They've been exchanging fire for five minutes already; he should have come out by now." Pavka was also frantically searching for the commander.

No matter how much this rogue soldier usually complained about this "aristocratic lord," "a bastard who doesn't treat soldiers like human beings," or "an idiot who only knows how to order people to charge," he was needed here now.

"Damn it! Even just showing up and shouting would be fine, you bastard! Come out here!" Qin Hao cursed directly.

Perhaps heeded his call, Lieutenant Colonel Kazman finally appeared before everyone, in a way that no one expected.

The short, stout figure lay on a horse and galloped off in the opposite direction.

This guy, who had vowed to polish his riding boots in Berlin, abandoned his soldiers and ran away!
"Damn it! What the hell! This idiot! Does he think he can get away in this situation?!" Qin Hao was so angry that he started cursing in his native language.

It was over. The soldiers, having witnessed their commander's escape, had exhausted their last bit of morale. Everyone began to drop their weapons and flee, and the entire battle line collapsed.

It started to rain.

The German soldiers, bayonets at the ready, resumed their hunt. Bang! Bang! Bang!
After Qin Hao knocked down two more German soldiers, his hiding place was finally discovered. The last thing he saw was a lit explosive charge thrown by the enemy.
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Because of its proximity to lakes, Baikalsk is often shrouded in mist on autumn mornings, and most people don't open their windows during this season to avoid getting too much moisture on their clothes and blankets.

However, one room's window was open, and the morning mist drifted in through it, making the entire room's furnishings appear blurry from the outside.

Amidst the swirling smoke, a white chess piece appeared on the table, slowly moving towards the edge. As it approached a certain critical point, it suddenly plummeted downwards.

boom! ! !
The chess piece landed and shattered into pieces, scattering white powder all over the ground, with flying fragments hitting the surrounding furniture with a crackling sound.

A figure slowly sat up from the smoke and dust! If someone saw it, they would probably think of Count Dracula from early vampire movies.

Qin Hao looked around at the scenery, took a deep breath, bent down to look at the chess pieces that had been smashed to pieces on the ground, and then raised his right hand and slammed it hard on the table.

Boom! ! !
"Idiot! Fool!! Fool whose brain is filled with cream cake!!!"

"After all I've done for him! He runs away in the face of battle?! What's wrong with his brain?!"

Anger suddenly erupted, and Qin Hao unleashed his emotions recklessly alone in the room.

After planning for so long, only to be defeated by a cowardly commander, it would be difficult for anyone to control their temper in such a situation.

After venting for ten minutes, Qin Hao gradually calmed down.

A breeze blew by, causing the pages of the diary on the table to flutter and reveal words.

Battle of Tannenberg: 6/8

You've done better than before, but it's not enough. Perhaps you've realized that sometimes incompetent teammates are more dangerous than enemies. It seems it's time to make some changes.

[Reward: Taking a small step forward at the starting line]

Taking a step forward? What does that mean?
This so-called reward wasn't as straightforward as before, but Qin Hao wasn't concerned about that for the time being.

Just like the diary says, teammates who are like pigs are more terrifying than enemies. Kazman, that arrogant, cowardly idiot, is a prime example of how an incompetent general can lead to the downfall of an entire army.

As long as he remains in command, it will be difficult for me to make any breakthroughs.

Change? Easier said than done. Unless someone can keep Kazman in check and prevent this idiot from running rampant, there might be no hope.

Wait! Maybe.

Qin Hao recalled a casual remark made by Pavka, a seasoned soldier.

"That's Father Father, there are only a few of those in the entire army group." "If it were us, the commander might have to listen to him."

If Father can control that idiot lieutenant colonel, wouldn't it be better if I assigned him one?

Thinking of this, Qin Hao reached for the phone next to him.

"Dude, I need your help with something."

(End of this chapter)