USSR 1941

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

A round of shells exploded in the surrounding area, smoke and flames rose into the sky, the ground trembled like an earthquake, and the "Stuka" bomber roared and swooped in the sky...

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

"Get down!" The one who threw Xiao Yuan down was a bearded man with a dusty face and blood stains on his face.

"Are you crazy?" The bearded man yelled at Xiao Yuan, "Lie down and don't move!"

Xiao Yuan was confused, he remembered that he was still skiing in Logoy Mountain just now, and now he was trapped in this strange place.

Xiao Yuan looked around, he very much hoped that all of this was fake, but the whistling sound of the shells, the "swish" sound of the shrapnel piercing the void, and the flesh and blood that was blown up into the air and then split into several pieces fell down. They all told Xiao Yuan that all this is true.

"Where is this?" Xiao Yuan asked the bearded man like crazy: "What happened?"

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

Shulka?

war?

German?

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

Suddenly another person flew over... To be precise, it was not a person, because his feet had been blown away by shells, his body was covered in blood, his eyes were full of pain and despair, but under the desire to survive, He tremblingly stretched out his hand with only a few fingers left towards Xiao Yuan, but he spat out a mouthful of blood when he wanted to shout something.

No, it's not true!

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

But Xiao Yuan also didn't dare to close his eyes, because he was worried that a shell would tear him into pieces in the next second, although he knew that nothing could be changed even if he opened his eyes.

Xiao Yuan only knew to curl up in the dirt, use all his strength to bury himself to hide from the world, and unconsciously let out a cry that he didn't even know what it was.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the cannons finally stopped, replaced by wailing and calling for help one after another.

Xiao Yuan thought that everything was over, so he took deep breaths and tried to calm himself down.

But Xiao Yuan was still too naive after all.

"Germans, Germans are coming!"

Xiao Yuan poked his head out to follow the call, and sure enough, he saw a group of soldiers coming from a distance. They held rifles in their hands and leaped forward cautiously in skirmish formation. It is particularly dazzling in the gunpowder smoke.

At first Xiao Yuan was still ignorant, until the bearded man next to him nervously picked up the rifle in his hand... This is war, and the enemy is walking in front of him, and there will be a life-and-death fight between them, although both sides No one knows anyone.

"No, this is not my war!" Xiao Yuan felt that he was the most wronged one, because he did not belong to any side, not even to this time and space.

So naturally, he shrank his head and hoped that he could wait until the battle was over... If his feet were not weak or he knew that running out of the trench was more dangerous, he would have escaped long ago.

An officer wearing a red collar badge noticed this when passing by, so he stopped, gave Xiao Yuan a cold look, and ordered: "Pick up your gun, soldier!"

"No, Comrade Instructor!" The bearded man shoved the rifle into Xiao Yuan's hand while explaining, "He was only slightly injured, take a rest!"

The instructor didn't answer, he just took out the Soviet soldier's card from the upper pocket of Xiao Yuan's military uniform, opened it, glanced at it, and quickly stuffed it back.

"Is that Shulka? I remember the name!" The instructor glanced at Shulka again and said, "If I see you put your rifle aside and shrink your head next time,

Then I'll use it to call you! "

As he spoke, he raised the Tokarev pistol in Yang's 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 of the indifferent and indifferent expression of the instructor when he said these words, just like shooting a soldier is an insignificant matter.

Only later did Xiao Yuan realize that "like" should not be used here, but "is" should be used!

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

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

But at this time, the bearded man reminded: "God, Shulka, your gun hasn't been loaded yet, you won't even forget this!"

Xiao Yuan really forgot... As a veteran military fan, he practiced shooting in modern times, but now he realizes that the shooting range and the battlefield are completely different things.

When the rifle was picked up again, the enemy was only 500 meters away from the position.

The German soldiers looked quite professional. They were divided into several teams to cover each other and advanced, and the machine gunners and mortarmen occupied the commanding heights and buildings all the way under the cover of infantry.

This made Xiao Yuan feel guilty for a while, after all, there were still rookies like him who knew nothing in the Soviet army.

Four hundred meters.

An officer stood up slightly with his back leaning against the trench tens of meters away, and shouted loudly with a small horn: "Comrades, the Germans attacked us treacherously, and their petty behavior is doomed to failure. Forget everything, soldiers, the trenches are your surest fortress..."

But before he finished speaking, a few mortar shells roared in. The officer and several nearby soldiers were thrown into the air and then fell heavily... The officer's voice gave away his position, and the Germans would not Give up this opportunity to hit the morale of the enemy.

Three hundred meters.

The footsteps of the German army were clearly audible, but the commander still did not give the order to fire.

Xiao Yuan's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the hand holding the gun broke out in cold sweat at some point.

He understood that the commander hoped to bring the enemy closer before fighting. After all, there were many recruits in the Soviet army who were inaccurate with marksmanship. If they were far away, they would fight randomly.

But Xiao Yuan knew that this would not work... When he was studying in Russia, he had a deep understanding of the Soviet Union's Great Patriotic War, so he knew the equipment of both the enemy and ours very well.

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

For a well-trained German mortar gunner, within a distance of 300 meters, it is almost impossible to shoot anywhere. This means that the German army can easily use mortars to suppress the firepower of the Soviet army's machine guns. The fact that military officers bombed the sky is a clear proof.

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 aimed his sight at a German soldier charging forward and pulled the trigger...