"Yes, I am Shulka!" Shulka replied: "You came just in time. If it had been any later, I might have been shot as a spy!"

The militiamen were all stunned... To be precise, they were not militiamen, but soldiers of the 82nd Infantry Regiment.

Shulka walked towards the cap and asked: "Comrade Valery, can you give me back my rifle and ID?"

"Oh, of course, Comrade Shulka!" Valery hurriedly took off the rifle from behind, and even pointed the gun at Shulka when he handed it over.

Shulka secretly shook his head. If it weren't for the fact that there were no bullets in the gun, he would probably die from a misfire right now.

"What's going on?" The carriage driver was an officer, and his military rank was not low. He could be seen in the moonlight as a captain.

He separated the militia, then saluted Shulka and reported: "I am Andrianka, staff officer of the 82nd Infantry Regiment. Sorry, I'm late!"

Smelling the smell of alcohol coming out of the staff officer's mouth, Shulka knew why he was late.

Shulka raised his head towards Valery: "There are still documents!"

"Oh, yes, of course!" Only then did Valery react and quickly took out his ID from his pocket and handed it back to Shulka.

Shulka didn't say anything, he just followed Andrianka onto the carriage, and then let Andrianka skillfully swing the whip to turn the carriage around, then shouted and rushed in the other direction.

At this time, Shulka's heart was broken. The soldiers of an infantry regiment didn't even have military uniforms, and the car that came to pick up the deputy commander was a horse-drawn carriage.

Shulka had thought that this army would be bad, but he didn't expect it to be this bad.

What Shulka didn't expect was that this "bad" impression had just begun.

The carriage drove in the snow for about an hour before reaching its destination, which was the military camp of the 82nd Infantry Regiment.

Shulka was almost frozen... A carriage and a jeep are two different things. In a jeep, you only need to close the windows to keep out the wind and rain. There is also the temperature emitted by the engine in the jeep. You can sit in the car and have a nice sleep.

Sleep is not a big problem.

But the carriage... not to mention the ventilation on all sides, the snowflakes can fall directly on your body and pile up one layer after another. Shulka, who is not used to it, can only shiver with the cold.

After finally arriving at the military camp, when the carriage stopped, Shulka couldn't wait to jump out of the carriage and stretch his almost stiff limbs.

"The regiment headquarters is here, Comrade Shulka!"

Shulka couldn't help but be startled when he heard this. The cabin in front of him was actually the regiment headquarters.

If the 82nd Regiment was fighting on the front line, it would be understandable if the regiment headquarters was located in a cabin. After all, it should be inconspicuous on the front line.

But this is Ulyupinsk, far away from the front line.

The 82nd Infantry Regiment is fully qualified to live in better houses and with better conditions.

There were only two guards in the regimental headquarters... In fact, Shulka was not sure whether they were guards or orderlies, because they were busy boiling water in front of the stove.

Seeing Shulka coming in, the two guards hurriedly greeted him, saluted, and then spoke excitedly:

"Welcome, Comrade Shulka!"

"Nice to meet you, Comrade Shulka! We heard you were coming as our deputy commander... How exciting!"

"It's great to meet you in person, we've heard so much about your battles!"

"Comrade leader always reprimands us about your affairs!"

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"You should give Comrade Shulka a cup of hot tea!" Andrianka interrupted the guard impatiently.

"Oh yes!"

As he spoke, the guard hurriedly served Shulka a cup of hot tea.

Shulka really needed this, because he was almost frozen, and the temperature of the hot tea made him feel that he had finally come back from this cold world.

After taking a breath of heat, Shulka looked around and asked: "Where is the leader, Comrade Andrianka?"

"He went hunting!" Andrianka replied: "I think he is almost back now!"

"Hunting?" Shulka couldn't help but be confused.

"Yes, hunting!" Andrianka put his hand on the flame to bake, and then said thoughtfully: "I think you should know a little about the 82nd Infantry Regiment, or the 3rd Army, before coming here.

Come on, Comrade Shulka!"

"Don't know much!" Shulka replied.

"We are a forgotten army, Comrade Shulka!" Andrianka replied, and then she stopped talking and just added wood to the fire one by one.

Shulka knew what this meant.

The Bryansk Front was a force that was almost completely wiped out. They either died in battle, were captured, or rebelled. Those who came back alive were considered escapes according to the definition of Order No. 270...

As a result, this unit will become a cannon fodder unit. They will receive minimal supplies and resources, and will be sent to the battlefield to kill people during wartime. This is not much different from the "punishment camp" in the middle and later stages.

Suddenly, Shulka understood why the group leader went hunting, because they had no food to entertain Shulka's guest.

At this time, a cold wind blew, and several people walked in from outside the door. The leader was a major. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted excitedly: "What luck, Andrianka, we shot a wild wolf!"

"Comrade leader!" Andrianka said: "Comrade Shulka is here!"

Shulka hurriedly greeted him, stood up and saluted: "Captain Shulka, this is my letter of appointment!"

"Welcome, Comrade Shulka!" The regiment leader abandoned the wild wolf, wiped his hands nervously on his uniform, then held Shulka's hand tightly and said, "Do you know? When

When I heard that they would send you as the deputy commander, I couldn’t believe my ears!”

"Yes!" Andrianka said: "They just informed us a few hours ago, and the leader immediately went up to the mountain to hunt with a gun!"

"Luckily I didn't come back empty-handed!" The group leader laughed: "We can have a full meal tonight!"

"Thank you very much, Comrade Leader!" Shulka said.

This is indeed a very special welcome.

The regiment leader invited Shulka aside, and then lowered his voice and said: "Although I don't know the reason! But I told the other soldiers that the superiors sent you here because they want to rectify the army!"

Shulka nodded to express his understanding.

The regimental commander was obviously a veteran, and he knew that it was obviously not a good thing for Shulka to be transferred from the 1st Guards Tank Brigade to serve as deputy regimental commander of this insignificant and similar "punishment battalion" unit.

But if Shulka's reputation can be used to boost morale and even make them think that their superiors have not abandoned them, that would certainly be a good thing.
Chapter completed!