Chapter 207: Sea of ​​Blood! Western Front Meat Grinder! (7)

After struggling hard from the endless darkness, Nie Wenqing felt the first pain on his left shoulder, followed by a sticky face. The mud on the ground cushioned the impact of the plane's fall, and also allowed Nie Wenqing, who was thrown out of the cabin at the last moment, to save his life, and by the way, his handsome little face was covered with mud mixed with flesh and blood.

The ears were filled with the explosion of shells that shocked the chest and lungs and the mechanical roar that tortured the nerves. After a brief tinnitus, Nie Wenqing probably heard it. The sound of cannons was gradually moving away, but the mechanical sound was getting closer and closer - it seemed that a whole heavy industrial area was pressing down from the sky towards his head.

A handful of mud near the eyelids was wiped away, and a slender figure flashed in front of him. The heavy helmet and his sharp face had no harmony. The striking mustache was followed by a fair young man's face, and the azure blue color full of artist's temperament was casting a nervous and concerned look in his pupils.

"How are you...you are not German?"

Nie Wenqing sat up with one hand and breathed a sigh of relief. After confirming that there were no other serious injuries on his body, he looked up and replied: "I am Chinese, do you know? China, your Eastern allies, let's fight e-Chinese and British..."

The young corporal listened to Nie Wenqing's explanation and suddenly his eyes lit up: "You have blue Marx? Are you the air heroes who bombarded St. Petersburg on the radio?"

Nie Wenqing said oh, subconsciously twisted the "Medal of Merit" awarded by the German Emperor on his neck, and blinked: "To be precise, I came with them, I was appointed by Her Majesty the Queen of the Chinese Empire..."

Before he could finish speaking, the young corporal flew over and threw him down. With a loud bang, a foul water column of two or three people was lifted from a giant crater about ten meters away. The water foam was floating, and Nie Wenqing wanted to sneeze a little.

Before someone could feel relieved, the half-kneeling corporal pulled his arm and dragged it into the trench next to him.

"Tank! The enemy's tank is here! Get out of here!"

"There are people on the plane..."

Nie Wenqing was still thinking about Lieutenant Gorene who also wanted to take a ride over St. Petersburg.

The corporal pointed to the depths of the trench: "He is already below, we have always rescued the pilot first-what should I call you?"

"My surname is Nie."

"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel Nie, can you move by yourself? We don't have time-"

"I'll come now..."

A few minutes later, I don’t know how many turns he turned and how many sections of the traffic trench that had been blown up, Nie Wenqing was taken into a cement bunker that had collapsed halfway. What he was thrilling was a strange smell of blood, rotten meat and excrement. Following the intermittent moaning sound, under the light of the light, there were more than a dozen bandages lying between the wind and the rambling boxes, with blind eyes and missing ears, missing arms and broken legs. Nie Wenqing recognized Lieutenant Goring, who was still wearing a flight suit, at first glance.

The corporal greeted everyone and turned around and reached out to Nie Wenqing, "Welcome to 'Push No. 9', I can only take you here for the time being. The traffic line to the rear was completely destroyed in a few days. Communication was interrupted, supplies were cut off, and the officers were killed. Then there were tanks, the legendary damn tanks..."

Nie Wenqing shook hands with him politely, then looked around: "Who is responsible here now?"

The young corporal tilted his head and turned his beards down with a big horoscope: "Corporal Adolf Hitler - it's me."

"Adolf Hitler?"

Nie Wenqing narrowed his eyes: It seems that he had heard of this name somewhere, it seems, maybe, maybe... it was mentioned by Her Majesty the Queen...

Corporal Hitler blinked silly and naively: "What, what's the problem?"

Nie Wenqing shook his head lightly: "No... nothing, it's nothing, I probably remember something wrong... In short, thank you very much for saving me. Now I must return to Berlin as soon as possible. I think I can count on your full assistance?"

Faced with such a polite request, Corporal Hitler just smiled bitterly and turned around and pointed to the unlucky guys who were tilted around on the ground: "You have also seen that this place was hit directly by heavy artillery. Including me, there were only three people left to move around. None of the liaison officers sent to the rear were back. I cannot leave these brothers who cannot walk, nor can I be sure to escort you to the rear safely. Sorry, our only hope now is that reinforcements from the rear can arrive as soon as possible."

"Reinforcements in the rear? I miss you the best..."

Nie Wenqing was about to put more pressure on the young bearded corporal in front of him, but was suddenly interrupted by the screams from the upstairs: "Tank! The enemy's tank is approaching!"

"I'll come here!"

While agreeing, Hitler nodded at Nie Wenqing, frowned and passed by him, climbed the iron ladder leading to the upper part of the bunker with both hands, and disappeared after a few strokes.

Nie Wenqing glanced at Lieutenant Goring who was silently closed on the ground, gritted his teeth, and then climbed the iron ladder. He saw that there were two water-cooled heavy machine guns on the half of the cement floor on the upper floor of the bunker, a small-caliber long-tube cannon and a medium-caliber short-tube cannon. Through the 'fire' hole in front of the gun, the outline of the enemy's chariot appeared and disappeared in the smoke: Is it the mk2 "racedog" expulsion chariot? Or the mk3 "king" cruise chariot? Could it be... that is the legendary land dreadnought, the mk4 "independent" battle chariot that can be called the king of multiple turrets?

Nie Wenqing pulled out the small and exquisite Hanyang year-on-year nine-mm naval pistol at his waist, unsealed the safety and loaded it. He hesitated for a moment, and did not immediately point the muzzle at his sun's hole.

I know too much, so... I must not be captured!

Goodbye, Her Majesty, our goddess, shines the sun and moon of Chengxian Reform. I forgive you for being incompetent and will never be able to exist as your flying eyes... Even so, it is a supreme honor to sacrifice my life for Your Majesty Chengxian Reform...

Hitler, who was squatting behind the small-caliber long-barrel cannon, looked back at Nie Wenqing who was confused and intoxicated, and threw a sentence in confusion: "What are you doing?"

Nie Wenqing slowly raised his eyelids with an unhappy face: "I am making my last prayer, to our..."

Hitler interrupted him impatiently: "Come and help after praying. Look at this, this is a new anti-tank gun designed by you Chinese. The Krupp factory is made of the best steel and machines. For the sake of God and your great gods, let us use this to entertain those "guests" who may have a relative to Goliath - do you know Goliath?"

"The giant general in the Bible? He was killed by the boy named David with a stone?"

Nie Wenqing just vaguely remembers reading this story in a certain issue of leisure history magazine.

"Almost, although I hate Jews, this time we have to believe that we are David, and we have to use this little stone," Hitler grabbed a slender shell and tilted his head out of the hole. "Fuck a fight with the seemingly powerful Goliath outside."

"There is only one Goliath in front of David." Nie Wenqing reminded him.

Hitler looked at both sides: "We have four people here - as long as we can support the reinforcements, we will win. Join us, and continue your 'last' prayer as you please."

Nie Wenqing bit his upper lip with his lower teeth, closed his pistol insurance, and sent the gun into the scoop: "From now on your order, corporal - tell me what to do."
Chapter completed!