Paul really didn't want to stay in this wet trench for a minute. He estimated that the troops of the Second Empire fought against the French in such an environment more than 20 years ago. It was because of sneak attacks by Soviet snipers.
Due to the situation, he had to obey Muller's request and stay in the trench. Now, the leather boots were soaked in water and covered with black mud. He could smell the smell around him. The earthy smell was really strong.
He even regretted that his landing was temporary and it was a waste of time for them to write letters. After all, they had written the letters.
Paul hurriedly put the letter in his briefcase and resolutely climbed into the trench.
He looked at Mueller and Griffin who were still standing in the trench full of water, and couldn't help but said with pity: "To be honest, the environment you are in is really terrible. I'm really worried about how long I will stay here."
God, I must suffer from trench foot."
"Yes, you are lucky. You can take a plane and leave immediately. I will continue to stick here."
When Muller spoke, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his brows were also frowned. Paul could clearly see the attitude in his heart. Maybe it was envy, jealousy, and hatred.
Paul patted the document bag and promised: "I will send your letters to the rear. I still ask you not to lose confidence. In terms of positional warfare, there is no doubt about the strength of our army."
Is there really no doubt? Mueller really didn’t want to say anything. The pilot’s words were more like pity. Pity will only further dampen morale.
Muller did not walk out of the deep trench. He raised his head and waved his hand: "I hope you have a safe journey. Please be careful, it is very dangerous here."
Paul nodded, he really wanted to leave here immediately. When he had just taken a few steps, he suddenly heard a strange sound in his ears.
He suddenly turned his head to look to the west and saw two small clouds of white mist suddenly rising from the woods in the distance.
Soon enough, two explosions suddenly occurred three hundred meters in front of him.
"Ouch! Oops!"
Paul instinctively held his head and lay down on the ground. When the reverberation of the explosion and the smoke gradually cleared, he still held his head and ran towards the nearest trench like crazy.
He no longer cared about being killed, and in critical moments it was really important to save his life. He jumped into the trench just now, and the splash of water even splashed Mueller.
At the same time, Doronin, three kilometers away, was also waiting for the smoke and dust to dissipate. He kept holding a telescope with a magnification of up to 15 times. He could clearly see the situation of the German positions in the distance.
"Oops, the angle is a bit wrong. Maybe shrapnel hit the plane, but it's still sitting there unharmed. Mikhail!"
"arrive!"
"Go and inform them, adjust the direction. Adjust fifty to the right and hit again."
"As commanded."
The so-called adjustment by fifty means adjusting the landing point by fifty meters. Doronin taught the newly trained artillerymen these things, so that the newly trained artillerymen's gunnery skills improved rapidly. Of course, to truly become an excellent artilleryman, you need actual combat experience.
After the new angle was determined, two shells were fired again.
The angle of the two Krupp guns was almost parallel to the ground, and the shells hit the target directly with a nearly straight trajectory.
Just one hit was enough. The White Stork reconnaissance aircraft was blown to pieces, and some of the fragments even flew a thousand meters away! The built-in fuel was completely burned. When the smoke dissipated and the dust settled, the reconnaissance aircraft was left with only a large amount of burning fuel.
wreckage.
It took just four shots to kill the German aircraft, and Doronin showed a satisfied smile.
"Mikhail!"
"Captain, what else should we do?"
"Nonsense! We have to retreat immediately. The smoke has exposed us. Maybe the German army is preparing to counterattack."
After being hit, run without hesitation. This is the essence of cold artillery. At the Doronin artillery position, they happily opened their arms and cheered loudly: "Comrades! We have hit! Pack up your things and retreat quickly!"
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The split anti-recoil brackets were put together and hung on the carriage, and the soldiers hurriedly drove the horses or pushed the wheels.
Only seven minutes had passed since they left when the German counterattack began.
Muller did not know his losses for the time being. He was sure that the shells had reached his position. Thanks to his death order, he asked the troops to ignore the mud and dig deep trenches. People would not die unless the shells fell into the trenches. However, the shelling was clearly a howitzer.
It is said that based on its ballistic characteristics, Muller even believed that his casualties were minimal.
The Soviet army suddenly found trouble. He was worried that the Soviet army was testing artillery. The most traditional offensive routine of the Soviet army was to charge the infantry after the artillery bombardment. There was indeed a test of artillery before the actual bombardment.
He didn't care about that much, and immediately sent people running along the communication ditch to give the artillery hidden behind the woods a bombardment order. That is, five cannons, each fired three rounds in retaliation.
The German artillerymen also had excellent mathematical abilities. They quickly calculated various parameters based on the position of the white smoke in the distance (the location of the artillery). The counterattack artillery fire smashed through and broke a large number of pine trees, but did not kill any Soviet troops.
In fact, this brief artillery battle between the Soviet and German armies really did not cause any casualties, or even anyone was injured. At most, the eardrums of some German soldiers were irritated.
When the world returned to calm, Paul felt a little relieved this time. He poked out a pair of vigilant eyes from the trench, and the first thing he looked at was the direction of the plane.
It's a pity that there is nothing there, replaced by a pile of debris that is still burning.
Of course he was stunned and couldn't help but trembled: "It's over! It's all over!"
"Hey! Mr. Pilot, what are you shaking about?" Mueller asked.
"My plane! Damn it, my plane is ruined. I can't go back, and I'm going to die here."
Mueller poked his head out and saw that the plane was in pieces. In addition to being worried, he even felt a little bit of schadenfreude. The pilot next to him had a chance to escape. He could leave this damn battlefield magnificently, and of course thousands of people would be able to escape.
Every soldier is envious and jealous. Who doesn’t want to escape from here?
Mueller patted Paul on the shoulder: "As long as you come, take care of yourself. I will report your matter to my superiors. Next, guard the position with us. Adjutant!"
"have!"
"Give him a rifle."
In this way, Paul, who wears the Oak Leaf Knight Medal, is a leader among pilots and has completed many dangerous missions safely. As a result, he broke his wings and is now an ordinary infantryman. Any flying ability he has is now
It was all in vain. He really knew nothing about how to be a good infantryman, how to save his life in positional combat, and how to kill the enemy.
What else could he do? He hated the damn muddy environment here, although the deep trenches full of mud could indeed save his life. He cursed himself secretly, "It's a true prophecy. If I didn't talk nonsense to them here, I wouldn't ask them to write
If you break the trust, I would have run away a long time ago!"