: Staying alive

Lin Neng leaned against the fox pit and looked towards the villa, facing the sky. The clear night sky was like a piece of dark enamel, and the stars in the sky were like bright gems dotted in it. What a beautiful night view, why don’t people sit down and enjoy the world, but want to kill each other to the death?

This question may never be answered. Lynn sat motionlessly, letting the cold wind at night blow on his wet and sticky hair, and the sound of gunfire still had not subsided. The surviving defenders and the German soldiers who came to support joined forces to fight back, but Lynn knew that at best they were to recover the previously lost main position. The river bank was like a sacred border, and the German officers and soldiers were powerless and unwilling to cross.

The battle with all his might made Lin En feel tired. He planned to just rest for a while, but a black shadow suddenly jumped into his foxhole. Both of them seemed to subconsciously turn their heads to look at each other.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The man spoke in standard German, and the pronunciation of this sentence was somewhat similar to that of English. Lynn understood half-hearing and half-guessingly, and said awkwardly in a low but not weak voice: "I'm fine!"

Since that was the case, the other party didn't ask much, picked up the weapon in his hand, aimed a little and fired forward.

Tat... Tat... Tat...

The crisp and pleasant gunshots sounded with a very rhythmic rhythm. Lin En, who was originally a little depressed, suddenly became energetic when he heard the sound. He stared at the guy in the man's hand and looked at it. Wow! He really wanted to come with whatever he wanted. Isn't this the German mp44 assault rifle that looks like an AK47?

Looking closely at the German soldier, with the faint starlight, Lynn noticed that his large earrings were covered with mesh ropes, and branches and leaves were inserted to increase the hidden effect in the forest. The combat uniform on his body was the famous m43 "pea camouflage", which looked cleaner and tidy. The canvas-textured ammunition bag was divided into two parts and held on the chest ribs, each side was equipped with three arc-shaped magazines matching the assault rifle.

When I was used to using Mauser rifles, mp38/40 submachine guns and corresponding equipment, a guy who looked like Uncle Pla stood beside me. He was holding something like a Type 56 submachine gun and shooting it in a decent manner. Lin Neng felt like he had crossed an era at once, and his brain was a little short-circuited instantly.

That's not all. After almost firing a box of bullets, the German soldier skillfully retreated the empty magazine, took out the new one from the ammunition bag and replaced it, and inserted the empty magazine into the ammunition bag. This coherent action was completely done with one hand with his left hand. Lynn immediately popped up in his mind about the police in C. that year, with the bandit guns being exchanged for bullets. Before his nerves were more stimulated, the German soldier who had changed his magazines crawled out of the fox pit with his guns and ran forward quickly with the other soldiers.

From sudden appearance to sudden departure, the German soldier who used mp44 stayed in Lynn's sight for less than a minute. The smell of gunpowder quickly mixed with the surrounding odors, and the only evidence that he had been here.

Lynn was a little dazed.

After a few seconds of stunned, my brain finally woke up a little. I thought for a while between the Mauser rifle that was exhausted and Mosin Nagan, who still had a few bullets available. Lynn had Mauser 98k on his back, holding Mosin Nagan, and before leaving the foxgate, helmets of burning tanks, the bodies of soldiers everywhere, the guns and steel helmets scattered everywhere, and the indistinguishable broken limbs and broken arms, the flesh pieces of organs, broken soil and sand. The scene after every fierce battle is so shocking.

Carefully climbed out of the fox pit and moved forward for a meter, Linn picked up a bloody m42 steel helmet on the left edge and buckled it on his head; moved forward half a meter, and flipped out two rows of Mauser rifle bullets fixed with bridge clamps from the bullet box at the waist of a fallen companion. This was like the Dos version of the fairy sword, and the greatest pleasure for players was to pick up and search for various items. However, Linn only picked up the combat supplies he needed, and did not move at all to the personal items of the deceased - although he had seen the item transactions between his comrades, he always felt that every dead person here was a heroic warrior, and they deserved the most basic respect.

Moving forward several meters, Lynn finally saw the trench he should have stayed through the night. It was like a black giant python lying flat along the river bank. The corpses scattered around it seemed to be an ant that accidentally ran over when it rolled horizontally, with different postures. At first glance, it was impossible to tell which Soviet soldiers were and which German defenders were. At this time, the trench had returned to the Germans' possession, and many soldiers were standing inside and shooting at the river or the other side of the bank, but it was estimated that only a very small number of them survived the catastrophe of life and death just now. Looking at this scene, Lynn remembered the "butcher". Although this guy was the only person in the world who had kicked his butt, his actions did not indulge in selfish desires, let alone saved his life at a critical moment.

"Pig slaying! Pig slaying!"

Lynn shouted softly with his voice. The gradually sparse guns could not suppress his poor German. From time to time, people in the trenches looked back and looked around, but no face was found by Lynn.

Just as he was about to walk a few steps into the trenches, Lin En suddenly glanced at a little black thing under his feet, reached out to touch it, and the shell gun!

He quickly inserted the lost and recovered Mauser military pistol into the belt. Lin Neng bent his waist and back like a shrimp, and rushed into the trench with the movements of a spirit cat. With the walls of the trench that were much higher, he did not need to worry that his head would be shot by a bullet from his head. He quickly took out the 9mm pistol bullet given by the "butcher" from his pocket, and all the remaining four rounds were filled into the shell gun - for melee rookies, it was really a convenient weapon to save his life and save himself.

Lynn was immersed in his own small universe, secretly enjoying the things that others thought were big. This easily satisfying mentality was like a pet dog with a good temper. He put the bullet he picked up into Mauser 98k, and then threw Mosin-Nagan aside as a firewood stick. After cleaning up, he realized that he might have to continue to contribute to this war. Just as he was about to look up, the sudden light blooming in the air made him shine in front of him. His eyes, which had adapted to the dark environment, were suddenly blinded...

"Hiss... This damn flash bullet blinded my eyes!"

He fucked the "CS body" with anger, and his left hand subconsciously blocked his eyes. After several seconds, he dared to open his eyes again. Hand or hand, foot or foot, and the body or body. He turned to look ahead. The light of the flares illuminated a large area on the north bank of the river, but it was not as clear as daylight. He was thinking about whether the Soviets were preparing to attack again when they attacked the flares. The soothing sound of the bullets made his hair stand up in an instant, his head and neck flashed down, and he shouted: "Notel...Wochtckett!"

Until his entire head was safely hidden into the trenches, Lin En realized that he had just shouted a German without considering his brain, but it was not a conditioned reflex that he had kept in a cruel environment for three days. Every time this sound appeared, people who hid slowly might die. Do people have greater motivation to learn than survival?

Amid the chaotic gunfire, the German soldiers in the trenches dodged the bullets fired from the other side. The river bank was so wide that both sides were within each other's effective range. There was no doubt that before the Soviet army launched another cross-river offensive, the positions on both sides of the river bank would become a field for snipers on both sides to fight.

Thinking of the sniper, Lin En looked up at the villa. Although the flares about to slide were getting darker, it was still possible to identify the villa building that still stood on the spot. The sharp roof collapsed most of the time, and the walls facing the river bank were covered with holes of all sizes. The terrace and the upper small flat roof still looked intact.
Chapter completed!