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

Shells exploded all around, smoke and flames rose into the sky, the ground trembled like an earthquake, and the "Stuka" bombers roared and swooped in the sky......

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

"Get down!" The one who knocked down Xiao Yuan was a bearded man, his face was covered with dust, and there were some blood stains on his face.

"Are you crazy?" The bearded man yelled at Xiao Yuan: "Don't move while lying on your stomach!" ”

Xiao Yuan looked confused, he remembered that he was still skiing in Mount Logoi just now, and he was stuck in this strange place at this time.

Xiao Yuan looked around, he hoped that all this was fake, but the whistling sound of the cannonballs, the "whoosh" sound of shrapnel cutting through the void, and the flesh and blood stumps that were blown up in the air and then split into several pieces told Xiao Yuan that all this was true.

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

"War, Shulka!" The bearded man replied: "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, and so were the other people around him.

Suddenly, another person flew at him...... To be exact, it was not a person, because his feet had been blown away by cannonballs, his whole body was covered in blood, and his eyes were full of pain and despair, but under the desire to survive, he stretched out his hand with only a few fingers left trembling towards Xiao Yuan, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth when he wanted to shout something.

No, that'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 afraid that a cannonball would tear him to pieces in the next second, although he knew that even if he opened his eyes, he couldn't change anything.

Xiao Yuan only knew that he was curled up in the dirt, burying himself with all his strength to avoid this world, and his mouth unconsciously let out a shout that he didn't even know what it was.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of the artillery finally stopped, and it was replaced by wails and cries for help.

Xiao Yuan thought it was over, so he took a big breath and tried to calm his mood.

But Xiao Yuan was still too naïve after all.

"The Germans, the Germans are coming!"

Xiao Yuan poked his head out and followed the shout, and sure enough, he saw a group of soldiers walking in the distance, they were holding rifles in their hands, and they were cautiously leaping forward in a straggler formation, and the occasional bit of sunlight reflected by the helmet was extremely dazzling in the gunsmoke.

At first, Xiao Yuan was still in ignorance, and it wasn't until the bearded man next to him nervously raised the rifle in his hand that he suddenly realized...... This is war, and there will be an enemy in front of them, and there will be a life-and-death struggle between them, although neither side knows anyone.

"No, it's not my war!" Xiao Yuan felt that he was the most wronged one, because he didn't belong to any party, not even to this time and space.

So, naturally, he shrunk his head and hoped to wait until the battle was over...... If it weren't for the weakness of his feet or the fact that he knew it was more dangerous to run out of the trenches, he would have run away.

An officer wearing a red collar badge noticed this when he passed by, so he stopped, glanced at Xiao Yuan coldly, and ordered, "Pick up your gun, soldier!" ”

"No, Comrade Instructor!" The bearded man explained while stuffing the rifle in Xiao Yuan's hand: "He's just a little injured, take a break!" ”

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

"Shulka is it? I remember the name! The instructor glanced at Shulka again and said, "If the next time I see you throwing your rifle aside and shrinking your head, then I will call you with it!" ”

As he spoke, he raised the Tokarev pistol in his hand.

Xiao Yuan admitted that he was shocked by the instructor at this moment, not only because of the words said by the instructor, but also because of the instructor's indifferent and indifferent expression when he said these words, just like shooting a soldier is a trivial matter.

Later, Xiao Yuan learned that "like" should not be used here, but "is"!

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

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

But then the bearded man reminded: "God, Shulka, your gun is not loaded, you will not forget about it!" ”

Xiao Yuan really forgot about it...... A veteran military fan, he practiced shooting in modern times, but now finds that the shooting range is completely different from the battlefield.

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

The German soldiers looked quite professional, they advanced in several groups to cover each other, and machine gunners and mortars occupied the high ground and buildings all the way under the cover of the infantry.

This made Xiao Yuan's heart feel empty for a while, after all, there were still rookies like him in the Soviet army who couldn't do anything.

Four hundred meters.

An officer straightened up slightly from a few dozen meters away with his back against the trench and shouted loudly with a small loudspeaker: "Comrades, the Germans treacherously attacked us, and their villainous behavior is doomed to failure. Forget everything, soldiers, the trenches are your most reliable fortress......"

But before he could finish speaking, a few mortar shells whistled, and the officer, along with several nearby soldiers, was thrown into the air and fell again...... The officer's voice revealed his position, and the Germans were not going to give up this opportunity to demoralize the enemy.

Three hundred meters.

The footsteps of the Germans were clearly audible, and the commander still did not give the order to open fire.

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

He understood that the commander wanted to get the enemy closer before fighting, after all, there were many recruits in the Soviet army who were not accurate in marksmanship, and if they were far away, they would fight indiscriminately.

But Xiao Yuan knew that this would not work...... While studying in Russia, he had an in-depth understanding of the Great Patriotic War in the Soviet Union, so he knew a lot about the equipment of both the enemy and the enemy.

HE KNEW THAT THE GERMAN INFANTRY WAS ARMED WITH 50MM MORTARS, EACH PLATOON WAS EQUIPPED WITH AT LEAST ONE, AND THE MAXIMUM FIRING RANGE WAS 500 METERS.

For a well-trained German mortar, a distance of 300 meters is almost a matter of hitting anywhere, which means that the Germans can easily suppress Soviet machine-gun fire with mortars, as evidenced by the fact that they can just blow up a Soviet officer into the sky just by sound.

Of course, the commander, most likely, did not know this, and he even intended to bring the enemy a little closer.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yuan no longer hesitated, he aimed his crosshair at a German soldier who was rushing forward and pulled the trigger......