Bab 1: Someone makes fun on destiny
With eyes wide open, a gray biplane fighter jet painted with an iron cross roared through the low sky, and the nose of the plane sprayed with tongues of fire. The plane was firing toward its target.
Along with the sharp howling caused by the friction of the airflow, the bullet hit the sandbag and splashed the dirt, and people couldn't help but narrowed their eyes.
Isn't it? Can a world history lesson pass through? Isn't that a bit of a successful case of the German Wehrmacht? As for just throwing people on the battlefield? Gu Changge thought, crying and laughing.
Just a few minutes ago, he was still standing on the rostrum of the history class at Tsinghua University. As a young and promising teaching assistant, he glared at the beautiful woman in the middle of the second row and spoke generously about the incomparable German war machine. powerful.
But the sad thing is: because of his lack of concentration, he stepped on the leaky electric switch, so he said goodbye to his beautiful and unknown life.
The good news is that Gu Changge is not dead, the bad news is that he passed through and reached a German soldier with a strong accent in the Ruhr industrial zone-he did not know whether he was handsome or not, but he knew his figure was better It turned out to be much taller. Unfortunately, this news is not good news on the battlefield where bullets are flying everywhere.
Looking at the Mauser 1898 rifle in his hand, I think my official title is not too big. It is not that I don't understand the division of the epaulets, but that this unlucky body is covered with a military coat. Look at the darkened chest. There are still dry blood stains in the hole, Gu Changge knows that 90% of this coat is estimated to have been pulled from other bodies.
Gu Changge was trying to identify his time and place, and when he wanted to turn over to look at the position ahead, a German soldier shouted beside him.
"Akado! You are an idiot! Bullets! Give me bullets!" The voice was hoarse and full of Austrian accents. Akado discovered that he was surrounded by a machine gun position and two German soldiers were on the side. With Mark 1 heavy machine gun, he desperately opened fire.
He did not care about anything else and quickly turned over to find ammunition. On the other side of his prone body, around an open ammunition box, there were several long chains scattered.
He scrambled to pick up a chain of bullets, and after only a few strokes, he handed the bullet to the deputy shooter in charge of installing the ammunition in the trench.
God testified, squatting with heavy machine gun positions, absolutely the same as finding death. The primary targets of the small caliber mortars opposite are these machine gun positions. Generally speaking, based on the experience summarized in World War II, After the heavy machine gun position is exposed for 30 seconds, it is best to move quickly.
God knows how long this machine gun position has been playing. At this time, it is better to hide away. If there is heavy fire suppression on one side, a shell falls, whether it is a machine gunner or not.
Before Akado rolled away, the surrounding area began to explode. The grandchildren on the opposite side started to fight back. Nothing else was used. It was small-caliber mortar shells.
"Grandson! Isn't he able to get on time? I'm all 10 meters away, my lord, can I still eat it?" Akado shouted a little bit crying.
It seems that the weapons and technology of the First World War have a certain gap from the familiar World War II. The powers have improved little by little. No one can become a fat man with one bite.
When the sound of the guns was gone, Akado looked at the machine gun position where he was just now, where the tongue of fire was still sprayed, and the two associates were killing the opposite enemy unscathed.
"Isn't it? Fool me?" Akado wanted to cry, and suddenly became crying and laughing.
He quickly climbed a few meters backward and retreated to the infantry trenches. Presumably, the machine gun position had the chain that he had just delivered, and he could last a few minutes. Akado had to consider his life's safety.
Since ancient times, I woke up on the battlefield and found that I was lucky and did not die after the battle, or that the peace and good times allowed me to develop science and technology for three or five years. ?
Akado felt discriminated against, and finally felt the feeling of hanging through his toes through his leather boots. He knew that the trench was behind him, and he rolled off the trench when he turned over. Don't look at the posture. It's ****-standing on a high position on CCTV and shouting with a pistol held high, absolutely no one lived after the founding of the People's Republic of China.
"I rely on!" Akado fell into the trench with a dog's feces. The trench of the First World War was not what Akado could imagine. It was nearly two meters and five meters deep, and there were nearly thirty centimeters inside. Sewage.
This time, Akado fell miserably. He only fell into the trenches of the first battle. To resist the firepower of the heavy artillery, he usually digs nearly three meters deep, and some places even dig five meters. But it didn't come to mind at the critical moment.
"Akkado, you idiot! The enemy hasn't rushed up yet, so you're afraid of this." Akado got up dizzy and turned, trying to maintain his image while turning around to find his rifle, He heard the "greetings" of his comrades.
"Cannonball!" Before Akado found his talking teammates, he yelled, and a group of soldiers surrounded by the lively soldiers hurried to the trenches, and Akado couldn't find a rifle. He quickly hugged his head like The mouse crossed into the corner like a street and curled up all over.
"Tom, tom!" Two muffled sounds sounded not far away. The sound was like a cannonball that had not fully exploded. Akado was quiet in the corner for a few seconds. Although this time was short, it was of great importance. Because he thought a lot of words, yes, words.
World War I, German defensive operations, non-sounding shells ... non-sounding shells ... not dumb, because the shells are not silent, but not too loud ... what kind of shells are not so loud? The huddled Akado looked at the equipment in his arms.
A long bayonet, a deflated water bottle, a large piece of cloth pocket, and a drum box with a gas mask, everything is really ... wait, gas mask, not too loud Cannonball? I shot him! Son of a bitch!
He hurriedly opened the box, took out the gas mask that seemed to be new from the inside, and started to put it on his face after playing hard. With a gas mask on one side, Akado had vaguely smelled a weird smell similar to mustard.
Like a cold in the nasal cavity, mucus began to gush, and Akado, who was no longer breathing, finally brought the gas mask on and looked out from the vague lens, the world became twisted, with a Faintly thick smoke enveloped all around, the sound of crying, howling, and vomiting and cursing came from all directions, and Akado began to walk toward the ladder not far away.
Trenches that are more than two meters high are impossible to climb up, and Akado, who has just learned his lesson, will not be that much. Why not run? Bring a gas mask-especially a gas mask of poor quality, you try one? Breathing will freeze, will force you to take off the gas mask, that is suicide ...
As he walked, Akado pulled out a scarf from his debris pocket and wrapped it in his right hand. The back of the left hand, which was doing all this, was already red and began to itch.
Mustard poisonous gas, a terrible poisonous gas known by Akado, is simple and overbearing, it is simply the real version of "three thousand deaths". This kind of poisonous gas is very effective to destroy the skin, eyes, and respiratory tract. It is a must-have medicine for killing people and setting fires for money and death.
By the time Akado walked up to the ladder, there were already a bunch of unlucky guys all over the ladder. This year's poisonous gas is a new thing. Even the chiefs made repeated orders that the poisonous gas is powerful, even if all levels are equipped for everyone With gas mask, even the commander-in-chief of the platoon has taught how to wear the gas mask-some people still don't bring it, still, some people forget to bring it, still, some people have no time to bring it ...
When Akado climbed the ladder, people were pulling his boots under his feet. Akado could even feel the palms beating on his feet, but he didn't dare to stay, he couldn't save people. There was only a glimmer of hope in the escape.
When he climbed the ladder and climbed out of the trench. There were very few noises everywhere, and the gas mask was extremely uncomfortable to take. Someone ran out of tens of meters and couldn't hold it off, so the faster the metabolism, the faster the frequency of breathing and heartbeat, and the faster the death.
In the not-so-dense smoke, Akado felt a slight pain in his left hand. 80% of his left hand had already started to blister, but he still dared not run fast, he dared to walk backward step by step, he didn't want to die, Don't want to die here in the cold.
The tears couldn't stop flowing. He knew it was because the eyes were irritated. Fortunately, he was wearing a gas mask neatly. His eyes were only irritated and did not lose their effect. Although the nasal cavity was as uncomfortable as a cold, It was not a big problem. Although it's uncomfortable to breathe, it can still maintain the oxygen needed by the body. The smoke is already very thin, and I think it is not far from the edge of the poisonous gas.
Although the bare left hand was slightly painful and swollen with blisters, it was more sensitive, Akado felt a weak wind-at this moment he almost cried, the wind direction ... favorable.
It seems that God didn't intend to let Akado return to the west again within ten minutes after crossing, and after dozens of steps, a gust of wind blew away, and the faint gas finally dispersed.
There are people alive on the ground, and the screams are getting closer, more and more, and more and more energetic, which is fortunate-after the death of countless people, you still have the strength to call, how are these Happy things?
"My eyes! God! My eyes! I can't see!" A young soldier screamed while covering his face, and Akado just passed by in the direction he was walking.
"Tighten my shoulder, I will take you out of this ghost place." Akado walked kindly and said vaguely through the gas mask.
The soldier seemed to grab the life-saving straw and wailed, "Thank you, thank you."
"One catches one! I lead the way! I can see the way! Follow me! Left and right!" Akado shouted with all his strength, although the voice with the gas mask was not high, many people touched Come here, some help shouting, this long line becomes more and more magnificent, becoming a landscape that no one can enjoy.
"You are a good soldier! It is worth learning! The first time you were so calm in the face of poison gas!" The soldier behind Akado recovered his courage and said while walking. Akado saw the rank of this man when he supported him, and he was a corporal.
Akado introduced himself while walking: "Hello, sir, I am a soldier. The name is Akado, Akado Rudolph."
"It's my pleasure to know you." The young man behind him answered politely: "My name is Adolf Hitler. I'm a corporal."
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