Xiao Yuan thought it was thunder, but when he opened his eyes, he realized that he was wrong.
Artillery shells exploded all around, and streaks of smoke and flames rose into the sky. There was an earthquake-like tremor from the ground, and there were "Stuka" bombers roaring and swooping in the sky...
"What happened?" Xiao Yuan's first reaction was to stand up to check the situation, but before he could stand up straight, he was knocked down by a figure.
"Get down!" The person who knocked Xiao Yuan down was a bearded man with a face covered in dust and some blood stains.
"Are you crazy?" The bearded man yelled at Xiao Yuan: "Lie down and don't move!"
Xiao Yuan looked confused. He remembered that he had been skiing in Logoi Mountain just now, and now he was trapped in this strange place.
Xiao Yuan looked around. He really hoped that all this was fake, but the whistling sound of the shells, the "whooshing" sound of shrapnel cutting through the void, and the pieces of flesh and blood that were blown up into the air and then fell into pieces.
Everyone told Xiao Yuan that all this was true.
"Where is this?" Xiao Yuan asked the bearded man like crazy: "What happened?"
"War, Shulka!" the bearded man replied: "The Germans are coming!"
Shulka?
war?
German?
Xiao Yuan looked at the bearded man, then looked at himself, and was surprised to find that both of them were wearing the uniforms of the Soviet Red Army during World War II, as were other people around him.
Suddenly another person flew over... To be precise, it was not a person, because his feet had been blown away by the shells, his whole body was covered with blood, and his eyes were full of pain and despair, but under the desire to survive,
He stretched out his hand with only a few fingers tremblingly towards Xiao Yuan, and when he wanted to shout something, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
No, this is not true!
Xiao Yuan didn't dare to open his eyes, he was frightened by this scene.
But Xiao Yuan also didn't dare to close his eyes, because he was worried that a cannonball would tear him into pieces in the next second, although he knew that nothing could be changed even if he opened his eyes.
Xiao Yuan only knew how to huddle in the dirt, using all his strength to bury himself and hide from the world, and unconsciously let out a shout that he didn't even know what it was.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the cannons finally stopped, replaced by wailing and calls for help.
Xiao Yuan thought everything was over, so he took a deep breath and tried to calm down his mood.
But Xiao Yuan was still too naive after all.
"Germans, Germans are coming!"
Xiao Yuan stuck his head out and followed the shouts, and sure enough, he saw a group of soldiers walking from a distance. They held rifles in their hands and cautiously jumped forward in a skirmish formation. Their helmets occasionally reflected a little sunlight.
It looked particularly dazzling in the gunpowder smoke.
Xiao Yuan was still confused at first, until the bearded man next to him nervously picked up the rifle in his hand and suddenly realized... This is war, and the enemy is coming in front of him. There will be a life-and-death fight between them. Although both sides
No one knows anyone.
"No, this is not my war!" Xiao Yuan felt that he was the most unjust one, because he did not belong to any party, not even to this time and space.
So naturally, he shrunk his head and hoped to wait until the battle was over... If his feet hadn't been weak or he knew it was more dangerous to run out of the trench, he would have escaped long ago.
An officer wearing a red collar badge noticed this when he passed by, so he stopped, glanced at Xiao Yuan coldly, and ordered: "Pick up your gun, soldier!"
"No, Comrade Instructor!" The bearded man explained while putting the rifle into Xiao Yuan's hand: "He is just a little injured, let's take a rest!"
The instructor didn't answer. He just took out the Soviet soldier's ID card from the upper pocket of Xiao Yuan's uniform, opened it, took a look at it, and quickly stuffed it back.
"Really Shulka? I remember this name!" The instructor glanced at Shulka again and said: "If I see you throwing the rifle aside and shrinking your head next time, then I will use
It’s coming to call you!”
As he spoke, he raised the Tokarev pistol in his hand.
Xiao Yuan admitted that he was shocked by the instructor at this moment, not only because of what the instructor said, but also because of the instructor's cold and indifferent expression when he said these words, as if shooting a soldier was a trivial matter.
Later, Xiao Yuan realized that "like" should not be used here, but "is"!
From this moment on, Xiao Yuan realized one thing: this is a battlefield, and it has its own set of rules. If he wants to break out of these rules, he will lose his life at any time.
Thinking of this, Xiao Yuan could only silently raise the rifle in his hand and aim into the distance.
But at this time, the bearded man reminded: "God, Shulka, your gun is not loaded yet, you won't even forget this!"
Xiao Yuan indeed forgot... As a senior military fan, he had practiced shooting in modern times, but now he found that the shooting range and the battlefield were completely different things.
When he picked up the rifle again, the enemy was only 500 meters away from the position.
The German soldiers looked quite professional. They were divided into several groups to cover each other's advance, and machine gunners and mortarmen occupied commanding heights and buildings under the cover of infantry.
This made Xiao Yuan feel guilty. After all, there were still rookies like him who knew nothing in the Soviet army.
Four hundred meters.
An officer stood up a few dozen meters away with his back to the trench and straightened up slightly, holding a small speaker and shouting loudly: "Comrades, the Germans have betrayed their trust and launched an attack on us. Their villainous behavior is doomed to fail.
Forget everything, soldiers, the trenches are your most reliable fortress..."
But before he could finish speaking, several mortar shells roared towards him. The officer and several nearby soldiers were thrown into the air and then fell heavily... The officer's voice revealed his position. The Germans would not
Give up this opportunity to demoralize the enemy.
Three hundred meters.
The footsteps of the German troops could be clearly heard, but the commander still did not give the order to fire.
Xiao Yuan's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the hand holding the gun broke into cold sweat at some point.
He understood that the commander wanted to keep the enemy close before attacking him. After all, there were many new recruits in the Soviet army who were not accurate in marksmanship. If they were far away, they would just attack them at random.
But Xiao Yuan knew that this would not work... When he was studying in Russia, he had an in-depth understanding of the Soviet Patriotic War, so he had a good understanding of the equipment of both the enemy and ourselves.
He knew that the German infantry was equipped with 50mm mortars, and each platoon was equipped with at least one, with a maximum range of 500 meters.
For the well-trained German mortar operators, they can hit almost wherever they point within a distance of 300 meters. This means that the German army can easily use mortars to suppress the Soviet machine gun firepower.
The military officer's explosion into the sky is proof of this.
Of course, the commander may not know this, and may even intend to move the enemy closer.
Thinking of this, Xiao Yuan no longer hesitated. He aimed his crosshair at a German soldier who was rushing forward and pulled the trigger...