Xiao Yuan thought it was thunder, but when he opened his eyes, he realized that he was wrong.

The shells exploded around, smoke and flames soared into the sky, the ground was trembling like an earthquake, and the "Stuka" bombers whistling and diving in the sky...

"What happened?" Xiao Yuan's first reaction was to get up to observe the situation, but before he could stand up, he was knocked down by a figure.

"Let's go down!" The one who threw Xiao Yuan was a bearded man, with dust on his face and a little blood stain on his face.

"Are you crazy?" The bearded man shouted at Xiao Yuan: "Don't move while lying!"

Xiao Yuan looked confused. He remembered that he was skiing on Mount Logoy just now, and he was trapped in this strange place.

Xiao Yuan looked around. He hoped that all this was fake, but the whistling of shells, the "whistling" sound of shrapnel cutting through the void, and the blown-in-the-air limbs that were then broken into several pieces of falling flesh and blood all told Xiao Yuan that all this was true.

"Where is this?" Xiao Yuan asked the bearded man in a mad manner: "What happened?"

"War, Shulka!" replied the bearded man: "The Germans are here!"

Shulka?

war?

German?

Xiao Yuan looked at the bearded man and then looked at himself. He was surprised to find that both of them were wearing the military uniforms of the Soviet Red Army during World War II, and so were the others around him.

Suddenly another person rushed over... To be precise, it was not a person, because his feet had been blown away by shells, his whole body was covered in blood, his eyes were filled with pain and despair, but under the desire to survive, he trembled with his hand with only a few fingers left, and he trembled at Xiao Yuan, and he wanted to shout something but spit out a mouthful of blood.

No, this is not true!

Xiao Yuan didn't dare to open his eyes, he was frightened by this scene.

But Xiao Yuan didn't dare to close his eyes either, because he was worried that a shell would tear him to pieces the next second, although he knew that even with his eyes open, he could not change anything.

Xiao Yuan only knew that he would curl up in the soil, bury himself with all his strength to avoid the world, and unconsciously let out a shout that he didn't even know what he was.

After a while, the sound of cannon finally stopped, replaced by wailings and crying for help.

Xiao Yuan thought everything was over, so he took a big breath and tried to calm down his mood.

But Xiao Yuan was still too naive after all.

"German, Germans are here!"

Xiao Yuan poked his head out and looked along the screams. Sure enough, a group of soldiers came from afar. They were holding rifles in their hands and jumped forward carefully in the formation of scattered soldiers. The little sunlight occasionally reflected from his helmets looked particularly dazzling in the smoke.

At first, Xiao Yuan was still in a ignorance. It was not until the bearded man around him nervously picked up the rifle in his hand that he suddenly realized... This is a war, and the enemy is coming in front of him. There will be a life-and-death battle between them, although neither side knows each other.

"No, this is not a war that belongs to me!" Xiao Yuan felt that he was the most unfair one, because he did not belong to either party, nor even to this time and space.

So naturally, he shrank his head and hoped that the battle would be over... If he hadn't had his feet weak or knew that it was more dangerous to run out of the trenches, he would have run away long ago.

An officer wearing a red collar found this when passing by, so he stopped, glanced at Xiao Yuan coldly, and ordered: "Pick up your gun, soldier!"

"No, comrade instructor!" The bearded man explained while stuffing the rifle into Xiao Yuan's hand: "He was just a little injured, take a rest!"

The instructor did not answer. He just took out the Soviet soldier's certificate from Xiao Yuan's upper pocket, turned it on, took a look and quickly stuffed it back.

"Is Shulka? I remember this name!" The instructor glanced at Shulka again and said, "If I see you throw your rifle aside and shrank your head next time, I will use it to call you!"

As he said that, he raised the Tokarev pistol in his hand.

Xiao Yuan admitted that at this moment he was shocked by the instructor, not only because of the words the instructor said, but also because the instructor's cold and indifferent expression when he said these words, it was like shooting a soldier was a trivial matter.

Later, Xiao Yuan realized that "just" should not be used here, but "just"!

From this moment on, Xiao Yuan realized one thing: this is the battlefield, it has its own set of rules. If he wants to break out of this rule, he will lose his life at any time.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yuan could only silently raise the rifle in his hand and aim in the distance.

But at this time, the bearded man reminded: "God, Shulka, your gun has not been loaded yet, you will not forget this!"

Xiao Yuan did forget... As a senior military fan, he practiced shooting in modern times, but now he found that shooting range and battlefield are completely different.

When I picked up the rifle again, the enemy was only five hundred meters away from the position.

The German soldiers looked quite professional, they divided into teams to cover each other and marched forward, and the machine gunners and mortars occupied the commanding heights and buildings all the way under the cover of infantry.

This made Xiao Yuan feel relieved. After all, there were rookies like him who knew nothing.

Four hundred meters.

An officer stood up against the trench dozens of meters away and shouted loudly with a small speaker: "Comrades, the Germans are treacherous in attacking us. Their behavior of villains is destined to fail. Forget everything, soldiers, the trench is your most reliable fortress..."

But before he could finish speaking, a few mortar shells roared, and the officer and several nearby soldiers were thrown into the air and then fell heavily... The officer's voice exposed his position, and the Germans would not give up this opportunity to hit the enemy's anger.

Three hundred meters.

The German footsteps were clearly heard, and the commander still did not order the fire.

Xiao Yuan's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his hand holding the gun had already sweated coldly at some point.

He understood that the commander wanted to put the enemy closer before firing. After all, there were many new recruits in the Soviet army with inaccurate shooting skills, and they would shoot randomly when they were far away.

But Xiao Yuan knew that this would not work... When he was studying in Russia, he had a deep understanding of the Soviet Patriotic War, so he was very familiar with the equipment of both the enemy and us.

He knew that the German infantry was equipped with 50mm mortars, each platoon was equipped with at least one yard, with a maximum range of 500 meters.

For well-trained German compost gunners, they almost mean shooting anywhere within a distance of 300 meters, which means that the German army can easily suppress the firepower of Soviet machine guns with mortars. It is clear that they could blow Soviet officers into the sky with just a sound.

Of course, the commander probably didn't know this, and he even planned to bring the enemy closer.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yuan stopped hesitating. He pointed his sight at a German soldier rushing forward and pulled the trigger...
Chapter completed!