In my home, under the glass pane of my desk in my own room, there are several photographs. Say it's a few, but it's actually only three. Two small and one large, two of which are the only photos of Paul and I when they were in Chechnya. In the photo, we were dressed in shabby, dirty camouflage, and everyone looked tired, some even with unshaven beards. This was taken when we were attacking Bigjestan, because after that we didn't have a chance to take pictures, and the Russians were chasing very closely, and they were chased and beaten everywhere. Most of the people in the photo are gone, and few survived.

The other small one was taken when I was in Colombia, celebrating the completion of the mission and returning home victorious. There weren't many people in the picture, just Walker, Drag Bottle, Carl and me. Actually, there should have been a lot of people, but those people, like the people in the first photo, died in battle before they could take a group photo.

This large one is the only group photo before the start of the operation. There were a lot of people in there, me, Milk, Drag Bottles, and the others were a bunch of Serbs who we had trained to fight. The three of us were in the middle of the group, and we all looked happy in camouflage uniforms. In fact, this is not all the Serbs who participated in the training, some of them died in the previous operation in Georgia, and many of them were killed, and the reason why so many people took a group photo together is because some of them were added later. This was taken after the training session, and the Serbs in the photos are like graduation photos. I remember when I took the photo, everyone was happy, especially when they were like they had done something big. In fact, the real big things are waiting for them to do, and these things are still very cruel.

Shortly before the completion of the training, Paul called a meeting with everyone. In addition to us guys doing the dirty work, the two old guys, Klinger and Eunice, are also there.

At the meeting, Milk and I and I were appointed to lead the trained Serbs back to the Balkans on a mission, which was to put it bluntly. Sending us there is compensation for that, after all, they privately called their people to do the task, although it is also against NATO, but after all, it has caused relatively large losses.

I've always felt that this is not very reliable for leading another group of people to fight, because when we were in Chechnya, we experienced this kind of thing, and in the end we were just a staff officer who didn't listen, and that time almost cost us my life. I questioned this, and it was Klinger who answered me, and he promised that the Serbs would only obey the command of a few of us and would not change from a military commander to a staff officer. So Paul announced that Milk would be the chief officer of the team, and that I would assist him with the oil bottle.

I have no problem with such an arrangement, Milke is very experienced, we went through the entire Chechen war together, and he has no problem at all in commanding. And the last operation in Georgia, the command of the Serbs was actually done by him.

After confirming the authority, Milk asked about the task, or mission, of the trip.

Paul glanced at Klinger, and after getting Klinger's permission, Paul told us that this time we went there, and our main target was first of all the remnants of the Kosovo Liberation Army, which had actually been disbanded, but many of them did not unload their armor and return to the fields, but changed their names and changed places to gather again. These people are a great threat to the regime and social security of the Serbs, and it is best to cooperate with the local Serbs to deal with them, and it is best to get rid of them.

The second is NATO's peacekeeping forces left there, which are actually many mercenaries. These people are in some ways more dangerous than the PLA, after all, they have a NATO background, intelligence support, and they are well-trained, and they will be a tough nut to crack if they fight.

The third is some local forces formed in the wars over the years, many of which are similar to gangsters. Some of them have become NATO's dogs, and these people also need to be eliminated.

After Paul had finished speaking, Klinger added that he told us that there might be something similar to going to Georgia in our future assignments. After all, Yugoslavia no longer exists, and now there must be a lot of NATO intelligence agents infiltrated in all its strata, and the capture and culling of these people will be our responsibility. And they suspect that there was a Georgian-like institution in Yugoslavia, but the exact location is not yet known. If we get the exact news and information, we will do it when it's time to do it.

Listening to what Klinger and Paul said, I couldn't help but glance at Milk. I don't really have a bottom in my heart, first of all, I'm not familiar with it, and it may be fine to fight the Kosovo Liberation Army (KLA), which looks like an illegal armed force, but to deal with NATO

The armed forces, especially the mercenaries, brought this group of Serbs, who were mostly only trained to deal with them? It's a bit difficult. Although these people who were added later improved quickly with the help of the Serbs who came before them, I always felt that they were still a lot worse than those who were killed and crippled, maybe because of trust, after all, what we fought together is different, even if you have been killed or disabled and can no longer fight side by side, but you still retain that trust.

I voiced my concerns, and Milk was worried, for few mercenaries would be trained and inexperienced fledglings.

Klinger wasn't too worried after listening to what Milk and I had to say, and he told us not to think that we were the only ones who did these things. When you get there, a lot of people will work together to do it. Yugoslavia is now fragmented, and there are many armed groups, many of which Paul said before are lackeys of NATO, but there are also those who serve the interests of the Serbs. These people are connected to each other, and they will help you then. And then there is the government, although the Serbs will not assist in the name of the government, and they will not even recognize any people and actions, but they will help in private. He said we'd understand what he was saying when we got there.

A few days after the meeting, the Serbs finished their training. And then there was that group photo. As a rule, I go home every once in a while. This is a long and dangerous mission. So I took the picture home and pressed it under the glass plate of my desk. It's not safe to do so, and it might cause people to see and get into some trouble. But I still don't want to put them in a thick book, because then I might forget them and lose them. For me, this is not only a face, but also a memorial to these former comrades-in-arms.

Finally, this photo with the Serbs became the last image of many of them, just like the photo with Paul in Chechnya. In the Balkans, on the land of the former Yugoslavia, most of the people in the photo died in battle, and in addition to leaving this photo, they also made a name with their lives and blood. The name doesn't refer to a single person, but to a team. Not many people know about this name, and not many people will take the initiative to mention it, because this team does not leave a good memory, so it is very loud among our enemies.

This name is not a wolf's tooth, a tiger, let alone a ghost or the devil or anything like that. Rather, the Grand Duke, the Grand Duke of the Balkans. A title second only to a king in feudal Europe.