The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 100: After just one meal, the enemy force had grown from a battalion to a division.

After Yelena's reminder, the other soldiers felt a little embarrassed. They had been so busy celebrating their victory that they had forgotten that their war hero must be exhausted after fighting for so long.

When they withdrew from the front lines, many troops didn't even understand what was happening; they had only been at their positions for a short time before receiving orders to retreat.

Even when they engaged in firefights with the enemy, it was always small-scale; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to evacuate so many people.

In contrast, they had more or less heard about the battles Andrei had fought before.

To have fought this intensely and still be holding on is truly a testament to an iron will. They don't want this combat hero to fall not under the enemy's guns, but rather to fall amidst their cheers.

So Andrei was finally freed from the crowd and, surrounded by a group of people, sat on a sofa chair that had been moved from somewhere, but was indeed very soft.

Immediately afterwards, a pile of food was quickly piled up on the table in front of him, almost filling the entire table.

Looking at the mountain of food in front of him, Andrei was both amused and exasperated.

He felt that unless he had the physique of the One Piece world, it was unrealistic for him to eat all of these things at once.

If you didn't know better, you'd think he was busy organizing a competitive eating contest!

Andrei casually grabbed a knife, cut a few slices of meat, then sliced ​​some bread, spread on some kind of sauce—he didn't know what it was—and made himself a simple sandwich, which he then wolfed down.

Although he found both the sauce and the bread rather ordinary—one was terribly sweet and the other dry and tasteless—it was still better than the dry bread he had on the battlefield.

That thing was as hard as a rock, impossible to chew. You had to cut it into pieces, throw it into soup, and cook it like a paste. The taste was truly indescribable.

As he ate, soldiers around Andrei kept asking him about his experiences in battle, and he patiently recounted, or rather boasted, about his performance in the battle.

"...That's right, we heard the sound of gunfire coming from behind the hillside ahead, and we immediately guessed that the enemy was fighting our people!"

"I glanced at our uniforms; we were still wearing Black Hawk dog skins back then, so I gave the order for the soldiers to charge and launch a surprise attack from behind!"

"Those Black Hawk Japanese soldiers were completely stunned. They didn't realize that the people sitting inside their armored vehicles were actually ours. They were all killed by machine gun fire in an instant, and some were even kicked to death by the armored soldiers operating the vehicles!"

"...In short, that's how we wiped out one of their infantry battalions and their regimental command post. Then my men joined up with the Sixth Regiment and stayed behind to hold the town."

As soon as Andrei finished speaking, someone around him immediately asked:
"Captain, you only wiped out a battalion? I heard from others that you wiped out a regiment."

"Uh... we wiped out that regiment later, at the beginning..."

Andrei originally wanted to explain that annihilating an infantry regiment was done in several waves, one battalion at a time.

But before he could finish speaking, the soldiers started arguing among themselves.

"A regiment? I heard from others that they wiped out an entire enemy division?"

"Bullshit! You think you can wipe out an entire enemy division with only a few hundred infantrymen who've been crippled?"

"I certainly don't have that ability, but Captain Vorontsov definitely does. I've heard that the captain transforms into a living saint on the battlefield, capable of killing an entire enemy company with a single strike!" Listening to the soldiers' chatter, Andrei was at a loss for words.

What's all this mess?

He also wanted to experience and study what it was like to be a living saint, but unfortunately he didn't have the chance!

Moreover, he also witnessed firsthand how rumors are spread.

He had just finished recounting his experience of annihilating an infantry battalion when, as he turned around, other soldiers, drawn by his reputation, came over wanting to hear about Andrei's glorious achievements. The other soldiers then began to embellish Andrei's account.

In just a short while, Andrei's record changed from ambushing and annihilating an enemy infantry battalion to ambushing and annihilating an enemy infantry division.

For officers, they need to analyze the number of enemy troops and the location of each enemy unit, so the more rigorous the battle report, the better.

For ordinary soldiers, things were a completely different story.

They didn't care about perspectives; all they wanted to hear about their own war heroes beating up the Black Hawk Japanese devils. So the more outrageous the results and the more exhilarating the fight, the happier they were.

As for the logical problem?

Why bother with so much?

If you have to worry about logic when you're bragging, then that's just too boring!
So in the end, Andrei got too lazy to correct them and just let them talk. Anyway, when he reported back, the general wouldn't take what these common soldiers said seriously.

A group of soldiers gathered together, and besides chatting, joking, and bragging, all they did was talk about girls.

Watching the female workers bustling around at the canteen window, a group of soldiers who were originally exhausted suddenly seemed to be injected with chicken blood, banging their bowls and whistling at them.

Of course, the girls seemed to have experience dealing with these guys' harassment, so they either ignored the soldiers or made a few jokes.

It has to be said that when girls start driving, the title of "old driver" becomes irrelevant for men.

A tall, blonde girl was cooking soup while unabashedly chatting with several soldiers about dirty jokes. Before long, several innocent young men in Andrei's unit had succumbed to her charms.

Andrei simply watched his soldiers quietly from the sidelines without disturbing them.

If it's just about flirting, he naturally won't care. As long as the soldiers don't force women and it's consensual, he won't bother with such things.

But if any guy dares to act like a beast in front of him, he can't blame him for taking action.

However, it seems alright; at least on their own soil, the discipline of these soldiers is quite good.

Just then, a messenger with a red armband ran in, glanced around the crowd, stood at attention, and shouted:
"Captain Vorontsov, are you there? If you are, please report to headquarters!"

(End of this chapter)