Chapter 2: Alive ()

Lynn had no intuitive concept before. He only knew that the effective range of Mauser 98k was 800 meters. This "effective range" actually refers to the range of the bullet. It is affected by factors such as wind speed and bullet weight. When the distance exceeds 500 meters, it is difficult for even a sniper to accurately hit the target. The "person" seen by the naked eye is just a vague outline, which is not as good as in the movie to distinguish tall, short, fat, skin color, and even faces.

Forty hours, three battles that occurred during the day and one at night gave Linn a new understanding of these two distances. When the enemy target only stepped into a distance of 800 meters, the defenders still intercepted with artillery, mortars and heavy machine guns. 500 meters was the ruler for light machine guns and rifles to start exerting their power. Perhaps it would be better to put the enemy closer and then attack. Linn thought so. However, facing the enemy's surging sea of ​​people, his commanders did not have that courage at all. They would rather consume more ammunition than try to resist the enemy before the defense line.

The flares rose into the air one after another, and they illuminated the night sky, the earth, the Soviets who were put into the attack, and the Germans' defense line. The cannons were still roaring, and the defenders' anti-tank guns, the attacking tanks and self-propelled artillery were all trying their best to attack the opponent. The dark red shells shuttled back and forth on the battlefield, and the explosions of various sound quality filled their ears.

When he first saw dozens of tanks launching a cluster attack with his own eyes, Lynn was deeply shocked. He found that even the Hollywood war blockbuster that invested hundreds of millions of dollars was not enough to depict real war scenes. What was cheated was that he and his classmates who were also interested in military affairs also worshiped the shooting methods of those movies.

This time, the Soviet army still invested a large number of tanks and tanks. In addition to the "golden signboard" T-34 of the red Soviet, there were many big guys in the attack queue. The IS series named by Comrade Joseph Stalin was particularly eye-catching. In every battle, the defenders rely on the joint efforts of anti-tank guns, minefields and infantry to fight back the enemy's attack. The huge casualties made the front-line soldiers always replenish...

Lin En didn't want to die. In fact, there were also fugitives in the battle, but they either died under the enemy's guns or were shot by the officers supervised by their own side. After seeing such a precedent several times, Lin En gave up his plan to escape. What's more, even if he escaped from the battlefield by chance, how should he hide his identity as a deserter and survive?

Staying in this purgatory battlefield has become his best choice now.

Seeing the Soviet tanks and soldiers approaching step by step, Lin En felt depressed and nervous, so that when a dirty hand suddenly appeared on his left, he was shocked and almost pulled the trigger. Turning his head to see that there were several rows of bullets at his hand, and the owner of the "dirty hand" - a thin and childish big boy, was distributing ammunition to every soldier who was waiting for him along the trenches. Looking at his incompatible military uniform and cloth cap, Lin En felt inexplicably sad: Now, it is the empire's setting sun!

As a World War II military fan, Lynn is familiar with that history. In fact, he personally has no tendency to camp. He just envies the wealth and calmness of the US military, likes the rigor and elegance of the German army, respects the blood and tenacity of the Soviet army, and contempts Japan's arrogance, Italy's incompetence, Britain's conservatism and France's soft cock. If he had to choose one side to experience the war, he would choose the German army before 1943 or the US army after that. However, the dominant did not give him the right to choose freely.

The continuous battle consumes a lot of ammunition, but Lynn still silently puts two rows of bullets into his pocket. On the one hand, he is to deal with the situation that may continue to deteriorate, and on the other hand, he feels that with his current shooting skills, the more bullets he shoots, the more waste it will be. Instead of fighting with all his might, it is better to wait for the result calmly.

This is the case with fighting, and perhaps life is the same!

As time passed, the Soviet tanks hit by anti-tank fire during the attack continued to increase, but the crowds like black tide were still rolling, and the fanatical Ula sound faintly overshadowed the guns and cannons. For every German officer and soldier in the late war, such a scene was the least they wanted to see.

"Foll!Foll!" (German: open fire)

Almost at the moment when the shouts sounded, long-depressed gunfire finally broke out in the trenches. The hot bullets tilted down like raindrops, and the approaching black tide suddenly slowed down and even retreated in some areas. However, this situation lasted for a short period of time. The thick armored Soviet tanks opened fire fiercely against the defending artillery fire, and the self-propelled artillery that followed also stopped to carry out artillery attacks. The German trenches quickly rose one after another, and the bullets and shrapnel swept past like a storm. Many people died before they could wail. Most people, including Lynn, retracted back into the trenches when the enemy's firepower was the most intense. In this way, the firepower on the position naturally became much weaker.

Lynn finally took a breath, and only a rough voice sounded in his ears, and his big feet, which were wearing leather boots, kicked them ruthlessly.

"Foy-Yel!Foy-Yel!Foy-Yel...Kovac!"

If you are scolded, you cannot speak back, and if you are beaten, you cannot fight back. In this life-and-death situation, Lin Neng didn't have time to taste the feeling of frustration and resentment. He grabbed the rifle in one hand and the helmet in the other, and rolled and crawled back to the shooting position at the edge of the trench. However, as soon as his head was poked out of the trench, the strong feeling that a bullet would hit him in the next second began to torture his senses and challenge his endurance, especially the yelling bullets flew past nearby, the heart was completely suspended, and there was even an instinctive urine that was intended to stimulate the bladder...

With his teeth biting, his heart straddled, and he barely aimed. Lin Neng shot with a bang, and his eardrums roared slightly.

The intimidation of the "butcher" was ultimately even more than that of the Soviets, and the soldiers next to them were honestly returning to their respective combat positions. Against the backdrop of the short shooting of the machine gun, the sound of the rifle seemed to be scattered. In fact, in the environment of night battles, no one knew whether their bullets killed the enemy. Maybe they were wandering away, or maybe they had an irrelevant shot on their dying bodies. Even so, soldiers with thread weaving, cloth or leather gloves still tried hard to pull the bolt, aim, shoot, and repeat these actions like mechanically until they were shot all the bullets in the bullet cabin, and they could squat down and load the bullets without being scolded.

After three bullets fired in succession, Lynn shrank back into the trench again, gasping for breath. The temperature at night had dropped to minus ten degrees Celsius, his nose was sour unnaturally, and his fingers wearing velvet gloves were also numb. What was even more uncomfortable was the strange smell of gunpowder and soil. The pressure on the nose and lungs far exceeded that of the crowded smoking room. Lynn deliberately slowed down the loading of bullets, deliberately deafing the increasingly clear Ula sound, but the officers' slogans seemed to be getting more and more rapid, and the gunshots and explosions passed for a while, and the grenades seemed to be starting to come in handy. Eight out of ten of them would break out again on the defense line. All this was completely unsure of Linn. He was confused last night. He dreamed that he had faced a tall Soviet soldier. The other party thrust the bayonet and he woke up directly...

After loading the bullet, he took a deep breath and was about to get up when the young soldier with a beard next to him suddenly fell down. Lynn wanted to give him a sympathetic wry smile, but when the flames shone on his missing corner of his head, Lynn froze.

Before coming to this muddy land that was destroyed by countless artillery fire, he never felt that life and death were so close.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, and grab the gun. There were several times when Lin En felt that he was not afraid of fighting in his bones. He could become an excellent soldier, and he might even change history with his own strength, and finally stand at the peak of this world! However, the oppression of reality always made Lin En unconsciously choose to retreat and return to the ground. The world in front of him was repeating bright, dim and bright processes in the artillery fire. The Soviets seemed to want to wipe this position from the earth. Countless shells and bullets kept attacking, sand and rock fragments flying in the air, and the air waves mixed with mud, sand and gravel showed their violent nature. The t-34, which is highly valued, rushed to the first trench like a ghost, and the minefields that were swept by the artillery fire were thrown behind them.
Chapter completed!