Chapter 1: The battlefield is like purgatory ()

"Bochus, Vochtet..." (German: shelling, concealment)

As soon as the shouts start, the sharp and harsh whistling sounds are already coming in the air. Sometimes, they sound almost like the whistle of a small ship on the surface of the river, but they will not add a trace of color to life; sometimes, they are like whistles blowing by naughty children on a quiet night, but they are not just a prank; sometimes, even if they use their fingers to tighten the ear holes, they can still penetrate everything, shake the brain, hit the heart, and stir up the spleen, lungs, and kidneys!

Boom! Boom! Boom...

The explosions followed one after another began to hammer the ground violently, and the powerful impact formed a violent wave of air. The god of death's sickle was placed in pieces of high-speed rotating shrapnel, sweeping everything with an elusive trajectory. The earth was shaking violently, as if the whole world was twisted. The unlucky guy, Linn, held his head with his hands, his knees pressed his chest, curled up at the bottom of the cold muddy trench in a half-sided and half-lying position, his eyelids and lips were tightly closed, pretending to be a stone, a piece of frozen soil or a corpse - as long as he could avoid this damn shelling, he could pretend to be anything.

In this winding trench, there are many people wearing large-eared steel helmets, "pea camouflage" combat uniforms, and big leather boots, holding weapons in their arms or placed beside each other. Some of them closed their eyes calmly, some muttered words, and some were ashamed, with dumb eyes, sitting at a loss, lying on their side or huddled in the corner. The artillery fire storm was fierce and dense, with sharp whistling and loud explosions intertwined, and they were in line with each other. If this was a war symphony performance, even if they paid the tickets, no one would voluntarily enter the venue to listen: time is uncertain, there is no limit to the area, no preview, which has caused huge side effects to the audience from a psychological and physiological perspective!

For those in the trenches, all this is unstoppable. Either pray or leave it to fate. The shells fell directly into the trench bunker, and the entire squad and platoon were killed. Some lucky old men could not be injured even after a hundred shellings.

However, every minute of being tortured by shells is so long that people can't help but question: Does time solidify at this node?

After a long time, the sound of the landslide and tsunami finally turned from dense to thin. After a few minutes, the last dull roar ended the curtain for this powerful symphony. The night sky was quiet, and the change made people experience the stimulation of inertia from the eardrum to the heart, which even had a good vomiting effect on those underdeveloped cerebellum. The living survived the torture, but did not cheer at all; the injured moaned in pain, and only empty compassion. As for those who died, there was no more honor and shame, the distinction between persistence and wavering, optimism and frustration, and everything was over.

"Notel...Notel...Pohek-Zum-Kamp!" (German: pay attention, pay attention, prepare for battle)

As usual, the death-hunting shouts sounded after the enemy's shelling ended and quickly spread throughout the trenches. The large-eared steel helmets, which were shaped like sculptures, moved one after another, some followed the traffic trenches to the frontier positions, and some stood up to their own combat positions. Guns, helmets, kettles and other hard objects rubbed against each other, gathering in the trenches into a unique sound, and the tense atmosphere quickly spread.

Although the unlucky man Lin En was reluctant, he was afraid of the severe pain of the big leather boot kicking on his body. He struggled to stand up, picked up a mud-stained rifle from the ground, and waited with a blank look on his face. When the irritable officer waved his fists and shouted "Foe-Ye-Er", he lay on the edge of the trench with the people next to him and shot forward with the weapon in his hand.

This sounds very stupid, but it is the cruel reality in front of Lynn. Just forty-one hours ago, he was still a great young man who had never even killed a chicken. He had just graduated from university and was busy every day, hoping that one day he would be able to walk into a church covered with petals, accept the blessings of relatives and friends, and live a happy and ordinary life. Such a life ideal is not a luxury, but he accidentally got electrocuted and fell into a coma. When he woke up again, he found that he had fallen into a nightmare, to be precise, a nightmare reality!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...

Gunshots rang one after another. After the shelling, there must be an attack. Even Lynn, who could not communicate with the people around him, found out this simple truth. It would be fine if he didn't mention language, but Lynn felt aggrieved when he thought about it. From elementary school to university, he worked hard to learn "going into the gutter" like most school-age children, and spent a lot of effort to get the CET-4 and CET-6. But when he really took a trip to time and space to go abroad for free, he found that the world was not universal in English. These "big-eared steel helmets" standing in the same trenches as him always talked with their little tongues. He knew that they were Germans and spoke German, but he couldn't understand at all when he stole his ears, and he couldn't say a word. Lynn had been booted a lot when he first started.

The feet grow on others, and it is himself who is kicked. Lynn quickly learned his lesson. He did whatever the people around him do. He was hidden, in place, shot and stopped shooting. He survived for more than 40 hours. He ate and drank as much as he could. Except for his head often, his ears often roaring, his body often trembled, and his other things were all done. After all, he had no color on his body and his limbs were still alive. He was much luckier than those more unlucky unlucky unlucky guys.

"Larden!Larden!" (German: reload)

A familiar hoarse voice came from not far away. In this world where people die every moment, people's tempers seem particularly hot, especially "butcher". This nickname was thought of by Lynn for his "head boss" in this world. The guy had a rough national face, a sparse beard, wide shoulders, round arms, and his appearance was somewhat similar to AC Milan's tenacious midfielder Gattuso. He took off his military uniform and picked up the pig-killing knife. In that posture, no one would question his skill in chopping meat and bones!

Driven by this duck-like slogan, the big-eared steel helmets stood on the steps on the side walls of the trench. In order to protect the soldiers, the trench here was dug very deeply, and the two walls were reinforced with wooden strips. Ordinary people could not reach the edges even if they stood straight. They had to stand on piled soil steps or empty boxes to stick their heads out.

Without waiting for the vicious "butcher" to come to his side, Lin Neng hurriedly stood on the steps that had accumulated a layer of thin ice. On the first noon after waking up, he carefully looked at his new skin: this body is quite hard, about the same size as the people around him, and probably 1.8 meters tall. As for what he looks like... If the broken mirror is not magically applied, then he is indeed unfortunately transformed into a European with a high nose bridge and deep eye socket. His beard is scumbag, his hair is fluffy, decadent and a little pale. The only thing that makes him feel relieved is that the hair covered with mud is black, and his melon-shaped face is considered a vicissitudes of foreign handsome guy who is three points like the 30-year-old Raul Gonzalez.

The cruel battle did not leave Lynn too much time to "appreciate himself". The trench he was in was located on an east-west hill. There was an ancient fortress about five or six kilometers northeast, which was probably an important support point on the entire defense line. In the past two days, it has endured nearly perverted artillery fire from the enemy. To the west, there are large forests, and there are also guards there. The defensive depths are also deployed. The burnt tree roots are still a natural barrier to block the opponent's tanks and armored vehicles. Therefore, this hill that looks taller has become a key area for the enemy's ground troops to assault. Since Lynn began consciously, four battles have occurred, and the tragic situation is far beyond the scene of the war films of the great director Spielberg decades later.

Under the night sky, the flares shine with blazing white or light yellow light, dyeing the earth a strange color. Sporadic or strings of guns and cannons were dark red and orange, flying from the front trenches to the distance at an extremely fast speed. In front of this hill was a relatively open flat ground, and there was a stream more than two meters wide. There were originally woods and bushes on the other side, but under the continuous destruction of artillery fire, there were only a few tree stumps left there. The bumpy mud land was like the pigpen in the countryside in the early years, trampled over and over by pig hooves and was scattered. As the enemy's attack came back, countless figures were swaying on the bumpy and muddy snow. You can also see some more powerful and much more lethal than the figures - tanks!

boom……

The cannon behind the defending positions opened fire. Even during the day, Lin En only saw the camouflage covering the cannon position from afar. Due to language barriers, he did not dare to go over and see what happened. He could only guess whether it was a 75mm ordinary anti-tank gun or a famous "88mm gun". As a new era youth who has been fanatical about military affairs since high school, especially the military of World War II, Lin En always felt that his military knowledge was quite rich, but in the past forty hours, this concept was completely overturned. He was surprised and disappointed to find that he was not familiar with these weapons, and even felt that the Mauser rifle in his hand was even more

For example, 98b rather than 98k - the pictures and real objects still have qualitative differences. Those paper tutorials and instructions are simply not enough to make people smoothly use a traditional manual rifle: loading is not simply loading the bullet into the magazine, and the bolt resetting action is more skillful than imagined. A three-point and one-line aiming seems to be competent for even a child, but the slight tremor when pulling the trigger will make the bullet float. As for the real texture of pushing the shoulders behind the stock when shooting, Lynn also experienced it when shooting a semi-automatic rifle in military training, and the 7.92mm caliber rifle has a high recoil, which is more difficult to control in comparison.

(Note: The early Mauser 98b was 15 cm longer than the Mauser 98k and weighed 0.11 kg. There are some other details. The gun was also equipped with a large number of German troops during World War II.)

Before the sound of cannon shooting had disappeared, a ball of fire rose from the open ground opposite, and it seemed that the shells had deviated slightly from the target. People could not let people sigh. The sound of cannons came one after another from the rear of the position, and the shells that had broken through the air instantly crashed into the attacker's queue. Under the light of the flares, two huge black shadows immediately ignited into fireballs. After moving forward for a short distance inertia, they lie down like dead pigs.

"Do it! Kill them all!"

Lin Neng prayed over and over again in his heart, but it was not because of his change of faith. In the previous attack, the fierce attack of the Soviet army left a very deep impression on him. If his cannons could not kill the Soviet tanks as soon as possible, they would use tank guns and machine guns to kill and kill soldiers in large numbers after approaching. The soldiers guarding the front trenches had to use rocket launchers, grenades, explosives packs and mooring bottles to block the other side. Lin Neng saw with his own eyes that the self-damage rate of this anti-tank method reached a life-threatening level, and the heroic scene brought unprecedented shock to the soul.

During the four battles, the position remained unmoved, but the dead and seriously injured defenders were carried down one after another, and even Lin En replaced many strange faces. Although no one said anything, there was an invisible heaviness that was shrouded in his heart, fearing that the next person to die would be himself.
Chapter completed!