The decisive battle against the Third Reich

Regarding whether Qin Chuan should be completely changed to Frick... There are only a few chapters in the book, and it is not difficult to change it. The question is whether changing to Frick will forget that the protagonist is Chinese and has a Chinese heart. Or is it a time-travel identity?

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Qin Chuan's desire not to see blood is just a ridiculous wish.

You must know that this is a battlefield, especially when the German army just defeated the British army and pursued them all the way, so gunfire and artillery fire continued in front, leaving behind blood and corpses all over the ground, including British soldiers and German soldiers. Qin Chuan and others were almost walking on a bloody road.

After walking for a while, Qin Chuan saw a dozen British prisoners held on the roadside. Some of them were injured, and their wounds were bleeding, but they could only cover them with their hands, because there were several German soldiers holding up their hands next to them. Guns were watching them.

Qin Chuan could clearly see the fear, despair and help on their faces. Even though they were surrounded by German troops, they knew that no one would help them at this time.

Qin Chuan couldn't help but said to a medical soldier who ran past him: "At least bandage them!"

"Who? Them?" The medical soldiers stopped and glanced at the wounded British soldiers, then shook their heads at Qin Chuan and said, "We have orders to only save German soldiers!"

After saying that, he ignored Qin Chuan and ran forward.

Qin Chuan shook his head and continued to move forward while holding the trigger. After a few steps, he heard gunshots coming from behind him. Looking back, he saw a German officer holding a pistol and shooting at the British prisoners, one after another. A British prisoner fell under the gunfire, all of them shot in the head.

The German officer didn't even hesitate at all. As if what was in front of him was not a person but a target, he stepped forward, raised his pistol, and pulled the trigger.

After finishing one magazine, the German officer casually took out a magazine from his pocket and wiped the blood on his boots in the sand next to him while skillfully replacing it.

At this time, there were two injured British soldiers in front of the German officers. They were too frightened to speak, and their eyes were full of desperate pleading.

But the German officer showed no mercy at all. After changing the magazine, he fired the gun, then pointed it at the head of the British prisoner again, and made a few "bang bang" sounds... The remaining two British prisoners were like rag bags. He fell to the ground, his feet rising due to inertia before falling.

"Why are they doing this?!" Qin Chuan asked in surprise.

"Do your own thing!" Trigger whispered, "This has nothing to do with you!"

Qin Chuan knew that the trigger was right, because he was only a private at this time and had no right to interfere at all, so he could only continue to move forward, his mind filled with the helpless and desperate eyes of the British soldiers, and the thoughts before his death. The tragic scene.

"Do you think the British won't do this to us?" Trigger said: "This is war, and it's still in the desert. We don't have any extra resources for those prisoners!"

This trigger makes sense... In the desert, food, water, ammunition, and fuel are all scarce resources. Keeping prisoners of war means that the German army must allocate some resources to them.

But...is this the reason to shoot the prisoners? !

Gradually, Qin Chuan felt that the trigger was getting heavier and heavier. Just when he was wondering, the trigger suddenly gave way and fell to the ground.

Qin Chuan hurriedly shouted to the baker in front: "Sergeant, the trigger is in trouble!"

"Medic!" the baker shouted, running quickly to the trigger.

The medical soldier also rushed over. He quickly checked the trigger's injury and said, "He can't continue fighting, otherwise he will die here."

The baker nodded, took off the trigger of the rifle, took out all the bullets from his magazine bag, handed them over to Qin Chuan, and said, "They belong to you!"

"But, I already have a rifle!" Qin Chuan said.

"Throw it away!" replied the baker, and continued on his way without looking back.

Qin Chuan looked back at the trigger and told the medic: "Take care of him and tell him when he wakes up. I will take good care of his rifle!"

"Okay!" the medical soldier replied, with a hint of joking in his eyes, as if he thought it was funny what Qin Chuan did.

When he walked on the marching road again, Qin Chuan found that his comrades around him were looking at him with envy and doubt.

"Do you know how lucky you are?" Daxiong said to Qin Chuan, "Many people hope to get it!"

As he spoke, he raised his head towards the sniper rifle on Qin Chuan's back.

Qinchuan understood what Big Bear said. The sniper rifle is not only a piece of equipment in the German army, but also represents an identity and a kind of dignity. It means that you are better than other soldiers, and it also means that you have more ability on the battlefield. Much control.

"Just wait!" Big Bear lowered his voice and said, "There will be protests soon!"

Just when Qin Chuan was confused, he saw a short soldier walking in front of him and ran to the baker a few steps after him. He said, "Sergeant, I think it's okay to hand the sniper rifle to the oil bottle." Not suitable!"

"His name isn't Greaser, Paul!" replied the baker.

"Well, whatever his name is, I don't think that's appropriate!" Paul said.

"What do you think?" asked the baker.

"Yes!" Paul replied: "The sniper often has to cover our attacks. I don't think he can shoulder this task well!"

The baker looked around and found that there was more than one person who had the same idea as Paul.

"He might let us die!" Another German soldier said, then turned back to Qin Chuan and said: "I'm sorry, anti-aircraft gun, I have to say that!"

Qin Chuan expressed his understanding that the battlefield is a real place, and any false politeness may cost blood or even life.

"Sergeant!" Qin Chuan took off the sniper rifle: "They are right. I also think that I am not suitable to own this rifle. It should be given to someone who is better and more experienced..."

"I think it's suitable for you to have in your hands!" the baker interrupted Qin Chuan.

After a pause, the baker continued: "I know you will be confused about this, but... that's because you didn't see the enemy sniper who was killed by Frick!"

Hearing this, Qin Chuan couldn't help but be stunned, even he himself had never seen it.

"If you saw it!" the baker continued: "You would know that it was a major, yes, a British major, using a four-power sniper scope, but he was killed by Frick with an ordinary rifle. , Which one of you can do it? If anyone can do it, I will give this rifle to him!"

"Maybe it's luck!" Paul said.

"Luck?" The baker glared at Paul: "In front of an experienced sniper, luck alone is not enough. I believe you all know this. So... I think Frick just has a sniper rifle. The best candidate!”

The other soldiers stopped talking after hearing this, but Qin Chuan could see that they were not convinced, or it could be said that they were worried that Qin Chuan would not be able to protect them in the battle.