Expedition to Europe

The French already knew that there was gold in this tunnel, and the Germans naturally knew it too. Because of this, this position was attacked by the Germans in the past two days.

The Germans seemed to have a bad feeling, and this time the attack was very intense. The front line had already rushed to the position, and there was a steady stream of German troops gathering behind the breastwork in the rear, ready to join the attack.

"Grenade preparation, grenade preparation." Just as the Germans rushed into the 50-meter distance, Qin Zhiyuan issued orders in Chinese and French at the same time.

The gunfire on the position was much sparse, only the machine guns were still roaring wildly, the riflemen stopped shooting and prepared to throw grenades, and even the auxiliary soldiers were preparing, which was one of their tasks.

After a while, countless grenades with green smoke hit the Germans like hail, and the Germans were immediately in chaos. Some wanted to dodge, some wanted to pick them up and throw them back, and some had crazy eyes, howling out of tune and rushed forward to meet the grenades.

As for the F-1 grenade, its killing range is very large, up to 35 meters. When thousands of grenades exploded together, the French position was a deadly place interwoven with grenade fragments. Whether hiding or charging, they could not escape the coverage of grenade fragments.

The charging Germans were like waves hitting the cliff, shattered into nothingness and turned into powder.

"Charles, Charles!" Qin Zhiyuan threw the grenade in his hand, then turned back and called the engineer company commander.

"I'm here, sir, please give me your orders." Charles, who was wearing a steel helmet, also held a rifle in his hand. It seemed that he had just participated in the battle.

"Go to the phone immediately and call for artillery support." Qin Zhiyuan looked at the endless German scattered lines and called for artillery support to form a battlefield partition.

"Yes, sir, call for artillery support immediately." Charles repeated the order and turned to get into the tunnel.

At this time, he dared not salute, which would only make Qin Zhiyuan the focus of the Germans' concentrated fire.

Two auxiliary soldiers hurriedly ran past Qin Zhiyuan carrying a stretcher. Next to them, a French soldier with a shoulder injury was leading four or five people to stagger towards the tunnel. These people were injured in the eyes and could not see anything. They could only retreat to the tunnel one by one. No one could take care of them now. They needed to save themselves.

Soon, the whistling sound of artillery shells flying in the air, and then a group of orange-red flames and thick smoke burst out in the German charge line. In the smoke, some Germans were blown to pieces by the violent explosion, some were thrown into the air by the impact, and then fell to the ground with twisted limbs and motionless. More people were blown to the point of screaming and crawling to find cover in the crater, or silently speeding up their pace to charge.

The momentum of the German charge was obviously curbed. Although the Germans were still charging, their morale and intensity were no longer comparable to what they had just done.

"Master Qin, the light in the tunnel is not on. We can't do the operation." Mao Shiba came out of the tunnel wearing gloves and came to Qin Zhiyuan to ask for help.

"Go find Charles and ask him to fix the light." It was probably just a matter of changing a light bulb. Qin Zhiyuan didn't need to do it himself.

"I can't speak..." Mao Shiba was worried to death. He had to pass the language barrier.

"Just point at the light bulb and he will understand what you mean." Qin Zhiyuan aimed at a German soldier and shot him down.

"Master Qin, this light is not on. It's dark and he can't see the light bulb even if I point at it." Mao Shiba wanted to faint.

"Damn!" Qin Zhiyuan finally jumped out of the shooting position, rolled into the trench, and then led Mao Shiba into the tunnel.

At this moment, Qin Zhiyuan finally understood what the role of officers was.

In the tunnel, Charles had already repaired the light bulb. Although the power supply was still unstable and the light bulb flickered like a ghost, there was still some light, so the operation could be barely performed.

Battlefield surgery does not seek to cure, but only to control the injury, and then wait until it is sent to the rear. If the internal organs are really injured and the injury is too serious, there is no need to save them, just wait for death. This is not cruel, but determined by objective conditions. This is the current level of treatment, and France has a serious shortage of medical personnel due to the outbreak of the war, and is powerless.

Because of this, the second-rate knives among the Chinese workers are so valued. Chinese workers are good at rescuing injuries and knife and gunshot wounds, that is, surgery, and surgeons are the most needed doctors in war, no one else.

"Gas bombs, wear a gas mask." Qin Zhiyuan heard someone shouting in French, pulled off the gas mask hanging on his chest and put it on his face, and then rushed out of the tunnel.

During World War I, poison gas was used on the battlefield. In order to defend against poison gas damage, soldiers were issued gas masks. As long as they wore gas masks, poison gas would not cause major damage to the human body. But if you are unfortunately poisoned by gas, you can only wait to die, or do a simple treatment to reduce the damage as much as possible, and there is no way to completely treat it.

Starting from April last year, the German army first used poison gas in the war, and then Britain and France were equipped with gas masks. Qin Zhiyuan and his team were equipped with gas masks when they were in Kapi, and Qin Zhiyuan also specially conducted a training on how to use them.

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The French have been tortured by poison gas for more than a year, and they are very clear about when to wear gas masks, but the Chinese do not know, and they do not speak the same language. Qin Zhiyuan is anxious, fearing that Qin Zhisheng and his team, who are still fighting on the battlefield, will suffer heavy casualties because they did not wear gas masks in time.

As soon as he got out of the tunnel, Qin Zhiyuan felt relieved. He saw that the Chinese had all put on gas masks. It was Ian, the captain of the infantry company, who reminded them one by one. Although they didn't speak the same language, Ian could use gestures to make his meaning clear.

It seems that the Chinese regiment performed well and the French have accepted them.

When the battle just started, some Chinese soldiers were indeed flustered and panicked. It was the first time for the Chinese to go to the battlefield and line up to shoot "foreigners" with real swords and guns. It was normal for them to be at a loss.

As the battle progressed, the advantages of Chinese soldiers began to emerge. Most of them had excellent physical coordination and good shooting accuracy, which was comparable to the veterans in the French army. Many of them were even capable of "sniper" tasks. Chinese soldiers were physically flexible and could move from one shooting position to another at the fastest speed, and could attack the enemy more flexibly. Chinese soldiers have stronger hands, or they are better at exerting force. They can throw grenades accurately and far. The French usually throw grenades between 30 and 40 meters, but many Chinese soldiers can throw grenades 50 meters away. For example, Zheng Dali can throw grenades 70 meters away, which can be called "human mortars".

So, when the German charge was curbed, many Chinese soldiers stopped shooting and threw grenades instead.

They withdrew from the shooting position, stood in the trenches, stretched their postures, twisted their waists and hips, and threw grenades in the direction of the Germans in the most relaxed posture. The grenades were thrown high and far, and the farthest could reach 80 or 90 meters. This is the real "human mortar".