So Qin Chuan owned a sniper rifle under the insistence of the baker, the sniper rifle originally belonged to the trigger.

Qin Chuan knew from Big Bear that the reason why Paul had such a big opinion was that he always wanted to become a sniper.

Judging from Paul's achievements, he is fully qualified to become a sniper... In more than a year of battle, he has killed more than 30 enemies with rifles on the battlefield, and few people have done this without being injured. Paul is one of them, which has also won Paul the nickname of rifle.

The problem is that there are not many sniper rifles in the army, and there are always some students who graduated from sniper schools that occupy the sniper position.

This time, Paul thought he could finally be promoted to a sniper and possess his own sniper rifle, but he was snatched away by a "burner" who was never regarded as a threat by him.

"I didn't expect this to happen!" Qin Chuan said to Paul.

Qin Chuan is telling the truth. Everything is involuntarily self-help. He just wants to save his life.

"I hope you are worthy of this sniper rifle!" Paul replied coldly.

Qin Chuan felt that nothing could help, so he gave up.

"You don't need him!" Big Bear patted Qin Chuan on the shoulder: "You will know in the future. What is important is what you can do! And even if you don't do well enough, it's the order of the sergeant, right?"

This is a good excuse, but it failed to relieve Qin Chuan because Qin Chuan suddenly discovered... he was actually responsible for the lives of his comrades because of this sniper rifle, and he couldn't even take good care of himself!

So even Qin Chuan himself thinks that the baker’s choice is wrong.

The troops marched forward all the way, and lunch was to enjoy the food I carried with me during the break, which was a small piece of cold bread and a baked potato.

Although I still don’t have much appetite, roasted potatoes are obviously better than sausages. At least it won’t remind Qin Chuan of the red meat paste on the tank tracks.

On the other hand, Qin Chuan was so hungry that he was dizzy. If he didn't eat anything, he would faint on the way to the march, so he had to force himself to swallow the dry food.

At 3:30 pm, the march should have continued, but the troops encountered a British stronghold...Agdabiya City.

From the scouts, at least two regiments of British troops were stationed in Agdabiari.

If an attack was launched on it at this time, on the one hand, the troops would be very tired for a long march, and on the other hand, it would be dark in a few hours. For the Germans who were not familiar with the terrain, it would be easy to fall into trouble when fighting the British army in the city after dark.

So the German army planned to do a short rest and gather, and then launch an attack the next day.

However, resting in the desert is not a pleasant thing. The temperature here can reach forty degrees during the day, and it drops to about one degree at night. It can be said to be the veritable "fire burning in the daytime flames during the day and the biting ice at night"... Although the biting time at zero is not "bitterly ice", the instantaneous transition from heat to cold is like walking into an air-conditioned room just after coming out of a steam bath. This kind of coldness can be imagined.

In addition, there are annoying black mosquitoes and fleas that will harass you everywhere and uninterruptedly.

But these are not the main reasons that bother Qin Chuan.

In fact, Qin Chuan fell asleep as soon as he lay down, covered with a marching quilt and a helmet on his head... The marching and combat during the day had made him so tired that he almost fell down.

But soon he woke up. It was not because of the gunshots and cannons in the dark that he had gradually gotten used to all this, although it was only a few days since he arrived in this time and space.

Qin Chuan was awakened by a nightmare and was covered in sweat... He dreamed of British soldiers who were beaten to death by himself, dreamed of desperate eyes of British prisoners, and the miserable screams of British wounded soldiers under the tank tracks.

Qin Chuan looked around, and the endless darkness made him feel a little creepy. Qin Chuan, who never believed in ghosts and gods, couldn't help but worry that the British soldiers would come to him for his life.

But soon, Qin Chuan was no longer afraid because he felt that it would be better to die than to live like this... Such a life is simply hell. He has to face death every day and die at any time. Everyone wants to live hard, so for this, he must take away other people's lives as much as possible.

This is war, war!

Qin Chuan has watched war more than once in books and movies, but he never thought that the real war would be so cruel.

A cold wind blew, and Qin Chuan suddenly felt a little lonely. He couldn't help but think of his parents, colleagues and friends in another time and space... he wondered if he died on this battlefield, no one would care or even know.

Then, Qin Chuan could no longer fall asleep. This made it difficult for him to open his eyes when he was ordered to get up the next morning.

But soon, Qin Chuan woke up again... He was awakened by fright.

"After your breakfast!" the baker said casually: "We're going to attack!"

When Qin Chuan heard the word "attack", his heartbeat could not help but slowed down a few beats.

Unlike before, this time it was a city war.

Qin Chuan couldn't help but tremble when he thought that the enemy might hide in any building and then shoot at you from roofs, windows, walls, etc., such as any unexpected places.

"This time, maybe I won't be so lucky!" Qin Chuan thought, and at the same time he turned his eyes to the sniper rifle at his feet... It may not have much effect, because there is a very likely only one street between the enemy and us.

Thinking of this, although the breakfast was more abundant than usual... the supply troops rushed up last night, which made each of them get some bee secrets and jam, which could be said to be a big meal in the desert. But Qin Chuan was tasteless. He only thought about the scene where he ran in the ruins of the street but suddenly a bullet flew from somewhere to knock him down.

At this time, the baker counted ten bullets for each person.

Soon someone protested: "Sergeant, our ammunition has been almost exhausted in yesterday's battle!"

"So you need to save some money!" said the baker. "You know, the supply in desert areas is not as easy as we imagined. If you transport too much ammunition, you must reduce water or food accordingly. Would you like this?"

"No, of course not!"

"Then shut your mouth!" said the baker, "and be ready!"

The German soldiers checked their weapons at the same time. Some soldiers even took apart the rifle and wiped it with an oil cloth. Only Qin Chuan looked at them blankly, and then looked at their rifles stupidly...

Paul seemed to realize something, and he said with an incredible expression: "Oh, no! How can we expect someone who doesn't know how to maintain a weapon to cover us?"
Chapter completed!