On the position of the British and Australian 6th Infantry Division, the sleeping Australian "crowboys" were stunned by the sudden artillery fire. Bernard, a first-class private in the 5th Company of the 2nd Battalion of the Sixth Infantry Regiment stationed in Taji Town, was no exception.

As the shelling began, Bernard jumped from the bed and lay down on the ground with a carp.

Listening carefully to the sound of shelling outside, Bernard concluded that it was the German artillery.

The Germans actually launched an attack, and it was on this special day.

Bernard instantly felt that he was ruthlessly deceived by his father and uncle.

He has heard his father and uncle who participated in World War I since he was a child that from the first year of World War I, soldiers from both the Allies and the Allies would spontaneously cease to welcome the arrival of Christmas.

They also listened to the Christmas song "Christmas Eve" sung by Austrian opera actress Oris Schumann.

It is said that in some areas where the war is not fierce and the two sides are getting along well, some British people will give gifts to the Germans, and will never shoot the next day, and even hold football matches together to celebrate the arrival of Christmas together.

Now it seems that these are all fake, all of them are deceptive stories in fairy tales.

The expectations for Christmas between the Germans and the Commonwealth have nothing to do with football, they can only express it with shells.

While cursing, Bernard was busy putting on his clothes. Then he picked up the mkiii rifle hanging on the head of the bed and rushed out of the boarding house with his comrades and ran towards the position in the north of the town.

Running through the streets of the town and rushing into the traffic trench outside the town. Bernard and his comrades bent down in the biting cold wind to run to the trench belonging to the Second Company. Then they squatted in the trench with wide mouths and quietly felt the terrifying power of the shelling.

The ground was vibrating more and more. The landing point of German artillery fire was getting closer and closer to the trench.

The explosion sounded, and the ground tremor caused by the shock wave became stronger. Bernard felt his teeth trembling and impacting, making a giggle sound.

Bernard felt a slight pain slowly spread to his brain, and his teeth must have been smashed, at least they were cracking out of the gap.

Before Bernard could figure out what was going on with his teeth, another shell landed beside his crouching trench, the sound was like thunder sounding in his ears.

Bernard felt his teeth click and bump into each other. The rumbling roar and buzzing tinnitus were intertwined in his ears, and there was a hard object in his mouth, with a slight salty smell on it.

My teeth were loosened and a piece of them were shattered.

Bernard spit out the blood-stained glaze substance, rubbed his slightly painful chin, but happened to see a scene of horror.

Adams, who was squatting on his right, actually stood up and lay on the edge of the trench and looked out.

"You're crazy, squat down." Bernard's shout blurted out.

The violent explosion covered Bernard's shout.

The sand and soil all over the sky fell into the trench together with Adams's body.

The sharp shrapnel ruthlessly cut on Adams' head, taking away half of his head above the bridge of his nose.

The body, which had half a head missing, fell into the trenches, twitching and spurting blood towards Bernard and other nearby soldiers.

Blood soon gathered in the trenches into streams, and then seeped into the soil, dyeing the yellow sand to black.

"ah......"

Bernard couldn't help but howl in fear, and the other two soldiers next to the corpse screamed. The three of them desperately hid to the side, trying to avoid this disgusting place of death.

The shells fell one after another, and Bernard felt that the shock waves from all directions were like heavy hammers, repeatedly hitting his body.

Be patient, be patient, never run around, otherwise you will end up with Adams.

Bernard stared at Adams' terrible body and tried his best to restrain himself from jumping out of the trench and turning around and running away.

Every minute of the shelling was as long as a year for Adams.

German artillery fire continued to extend deep into the position, and the landing point of the shell finally went away. Bernard stood a little and curled up and looked left and right.

On the left, the second-class soldier Martin leaned against the back wall of the trench, covered his right head and grinned, "My ears, my ears are gone."

On the right, two soldiers dragged Adams's body, trying to move it into an underground bunker so as not to stay here to slam the morale of the other soldiers.

A harsh whistle sounded on the position, mixed with the shouts of officers.

"The Germans are coming up and ready to fight."

Bernard hurriedly picked up his gun and rushed to the trench and looked outside.

Moonlight and flares shine in the sky, illuminating the earth.

Countless craters of different sizes were scattered in front of the trenches, the originally neat wooden stakes became crooked, and the continuous barbed wire was torn and intermittent.

Raindrop-like bullets flew past and hit the barbed wire from time to time. The barbed wire was rolled into a ball and trembled.

In the distance, huge bodies, which looked square and powerful, were swaying towards me.

"Tanks, German tanks, anti-tank gun preparations." Bernard heard the officers' shouts again.

Bernard soon heard the crisp sound of anti-tank guns on the position, and immediately felt much safer.

The sky was filled with roaring shells, and dazzling flames burst out from the German stormtroopers opposite.

When he found that the artillery of the Sixth Division had finally opened fire, Bernard's hand holding the rifle stopped trembling. He pulled the bolt to load the bullet, and then lifted the gun.

Uh...Where are the German infantry?

Bernard, who was on the battlefield for the first time, discovered a serious problem at this time. The ones that appeared in front of him were German tanks, and he could not see a German infantry.

Where are the German infantry? Do Germans do not use infantry when fighting?

As if hearing Bernard's call, figures suddenly flashed from behind the German tank group. The figures rushed to the front of the tank in a serpentine route. They were also holding some strange weapons in their hands.

He didn't bother to figure out what weapon the Germans were holding. Bernard quickly picked up his gun and adjusted the scale again. Then he aimed at a German infantry and pulled the trigger.

With a crisp sound on the ground, the German soldier was safe and sound. He trotted a few steps and threw himself to the ground before Bernard fired the second shot, exploring the mine with the mine detector in his hand.

"I hit it!" Martin's excited shout came from Bernard.

Bernard glanced curiously and saw Martin lying on the edge of the trench with a rifle in his hand. Every time he fired, he would shout that I would hit him.

Boring guy, just ears...

The complaint in Bernard's heart was instantly interrupted by a tragic scene.

A string of bullets flew over. Martin's head suddenly tilted back, and the steel helmet on his head flew more than two meters away, falling into the trenches with his gun.

A bullet penetrated into Martin's right eye and penetrated through the back of his head.

The black hole in the right eye of the corpse was facing Bernard. Bernard felt that the black hole was like a vortex with infinite suction, almost sucking his soul out of his body.

A hissing sound came into Bernard's ears, and Bernard subconsciously shrank his neck.

There was a clear sound on the ground, and Bernard's head trembled, a fire broke out from the steel helmet, and his body tilted and fell into the trenches.

He trembled and took off the helmet above his head. Bernard saw a crack as long as the index finger appeared at the top of the helmet.

A chill rose from the heel and rushed straight to Bernard's head along the back and spine.

If I squatted down for a second, I would have ended up being shot by the German like Martin.

Bernard was stunned for a moment when he looked at the broken helmet.

The encounter between Martin and Bernard is just a microcosm of the battle situation on the Australian 6th Division.

The German tanks and armored vehicles' on-board machine guns threw hail-like bullets onto the Australian military's positions, pressing the Australian infantry out of their heads.

The anti-tank gun team that dared to resist was also destroyed by German artillery fire, including men and guns.

Seeing the German tanks rushing closer and closer, the infantry of the Australian 6th Division who had just stepped onto the battlefield finally couldn't control his fear of death and began to flee.

Bernard first turned into the traffic trench with a rifle, and ran wildly until he ran out of a safe distance before he entered the crowd and ran southward, ready to retreat to the second-tier position.

Behind him, the German machine gun firepower was slashing around like a sickle, sweeping the Australian soldiers who tried to resist and run slowly to the ground.

Bernard took big steps and ran desperately, surpassing his comrades and the German bullets.

The belt was loose, the buttons of the clothes were broken away, and the helmet was thrown away.

A ball of flame seemed to ignite in the lungs, evaporating countless misty hot steam from time to time, and white steam was emitted from Bernard's nostrils and head.

Why is the winter in Iraq so hot? The temperature is only about 0 degrees, so why can't it be colder? Bernard ran and complained about the bad weather in Iraq.

Taji Town obviously couldn't hold on, so I crossed.

Bernard quickly flew from the east side of Taji Town, the west bank of the Tigris River through Taji Town and fled south to try to escape to the reserve position further south.

As he ran, Bernard couldn't help but slow down and looked at the south in confusion.

The sound of machine gun strafing, the roar of cannons and the explosion of shells came from the front, deeply stinging Bernard and every fleeing Australian army.

I definitely didn't run in the wrong direction, but why are there fierce battles here? Bernard stared at the scene ahead and was stunned.

An unprecedented violent explosion sounded, and the flames reflected the sky in front of Bernard's eyes red.

A group of people appeared in the firelight. Bernard immediately bent down and picked up the gun, and looked nervously at the group of figures running towards him.

"*&**#&%..." A strange voice came to me.

It's an Iraqi.

Bernard heard that the person opposite was speaking Arabic, and his nervous heart relaxed a little.

The right wing of the Australian 6th Infantry Division is the 1st Division of the Iraqi Army, and the person opposite is likely to be soldiers of the 1st Division of the Iraqi Army.

Why did they appear here? Has their position been lost? Are the Germans fighting fiercely ahead? The retreat was cut off?

Thinking of this, Bernard's heart hangs again.
To be continued...