"Whew! Call! Amideo sat behind a rock, breathing in the air as he pulled the bolt of his rifle and pressed a new clip into it.

Despite the proximity to spring, temperatures in eastern France remain cold, forcing everyone to continue to fight in heavy and warm coats that severely affect speed and agility.

And it's clear that the things that would have taken their lives — scurrying bullets and fragments — weren't affected by the weather.

Reloading the bullets, Amideo smiled and touched the pocket on his chest with the photo of his childhood sweetheart, then stood up and rushed out of the bunker, stepped over the corpse of a comrade-in-arms and continued to rush to the French trench a hundred meters away.

Although most of the French troops stationed here were second- and third-line troops temporarily drawn from the heart of France, even so, as the "world's first army" – at least that's what they call themselves – their automatic firepower density was not weak.

The French line, supported by Hatch Chase M1914 heavy machine guns, FM-24/29 light machine guns, and a small number of Hatch Chase M1922 light machine guns, inflicted heavy casualties on the Italian mountain infantry, and hundreds of Italian soldiers in white camouflage fell on the way to the charge.

However, as one of the few pure warriors among the Italians today, the mountain infantry perfectly inherited the bloodline of the Italians who were able to fight well during the Holy Roman Empire, and they did not show the slightest cowardice in the face of huge casualties, and still carried out strict charge tactics with a cool head, alternating to cover the attack.

It was as if God had been moved by this group of valiant soldiers, or that the non-stop wheel warfare in Italy had an effect, and in short, more and more machine guns in the French army were jamming.

"Dada...... Da ...... Click! "An M1922 machine gun, which had been firing, also jammed like the rest of his kind.

"Fuck!" The machine gunner hurriedly pulled the bolt, manually pulled out the jammed bullet casing, and then aimed at an Italian soldier and pulled the trigger.

"Click!" However, as soon as one shot was fired, the machine gun jammed again.

"What the hell are you fucking going on?! How is there a ceasefire? The Italians are going to rush in your face! The squad leader shrank down from the trench and scolded the machine gunner on the left as he inserted a new magazine for the MAS 38 submachine gun in his hand.

"Squad leader! Machine gun ......," the machine gunner said aggrievedly as he turned his head to the squad leader.

But he was only halfway through his words when an M35 7.35mm rifle bullet pierced his neck from the side, knocking him to the ground with tremendous kinetic energy.

"Ahem!" The Heavy lay on the ground with wide eyes, spitting blood and convulsing.

"Damn it!" Seeing this, a soldier to the left of the machine gunner hurriedly threw down the rifle in his hand and pounced, covering the machine gunner's neck with his hand like a fountain of blood, trying to save the life of his comrade.

But the Heavy's wounds were so severe that the bullet that passed through the left side of his neck and then through the right side tore off most of his neck, and it was only God who could have taken him back from the hands of death.

Within a few seconds, the Heavy who had been twitching was still.

"Danielle! What the are you going to do? The squad leader bent over, pushed the soldier who was still holding the sharpener's neck, and yelled, "Pick up his machine gun!" If we let the Italians rush up, we'll all have to be like him! ”

"Good...... Good! Danielle was pushed, but he came to his senses, hurriedly picked up the machine gun that had fallen to the side, and pulled the trigger out of the trench towards the Italian soldier who had rushed to a distance of less than sixty meters from the trench.

But as before, the machine gun jammed again after a few shots.

"Squad leader! The barrel seems to be overheated, what to do? Danielle looked at the already red barrel and said anxiously.

"If it's too hot, use water! Pour it on! The squad leader swept over an Italian soldier with a submachine gun and replied without looking back.

"Oh, oh!" Hearing this, Danielle hurriedly removed the kettle from his waist, unscrewed the lid and poured it over the barrel of the machine gun.

"Whew!" A mist rose, and the barrel turned from red to black.

Danielle was overjoyed to see this, and hurriedly pulled the bolt of the gun and prepared to continue shooting.

However, reality soon taught him a common sense of physics - drastic changes in heat and cold can deform objects.

Now this and this barrel is like this, the rapid alternation of cold and heat causes the barrel to be slightly deformed, and even cracks appear along the rifling line of the barrel in some places.

As Danielle pulled the trigger, the M1922 machine gun did not make the usual "click" sound, but emitted a "bang!" A loud bang exploded directly, and the front part of the barrel was even blown a few meters away!

This really scared Danielle, but he was lucky not to be hurt, the machine gun only blew up a barrel, and the bolt closest to his face and the most parts did not explode.

However, it was only now that he was not injured, and the Italians, who were "firing passionately" at the French after firing dozens of meters from the machine gun, could see it clearly.

"The French machine gun blew up! Everyone, rush! With a shout from someone who didn't know how, the mountain infantry jumped out of their makeshift bunkers and swarmed into the final charge of the French position.

The firepower of the French position, which had lost its machine guns, was suddenly greatly reduced, and at this time, the MAS 38 submachine gun in the squad leader's hand happened to be stuck - this was not overheating, it was entirely due to the quality of the MAS 38 submachine gun.

"Damn it!" The squad leader hurriedly squatted down and pulled the bolt desperately, trying to withdraw the jammed bullet case, but the bullet case seemed to be joking with him, and it was stuck in the bullet withdrawal port and it just didn't come out.

"Fuck!" Seeing that the Italians were getting closer and closer, the squad leader gritted his teeth and threw away the submachine gun, picked up a Mle 1938 rifle from a corpse at his feet, and killed an Italian soldier who was about to rush to the front of the position.

But the French squad, which had lost all its automatic firepower, was destined to be unable to stop the Italian swarm charge, and just a few seconds later, the Italian soldiers who rushed to the front jumped into the French trenches.

The French squad leader hurriedly threw away the bolt-action rifle in his hand and pulled out the M1892 revolver from his waist instead, ready to teach any Italian who dared to fight hand-to-hand with him.

Unfortunately, the mountain infantrymen had no intention of fighting the French in close combat, and many of them were armed with Beretta 38/44 submachine guns.

It has to be said that although the submachine gun that fires pistol shells is not as good as a rifle machine gun in medium and long-range fire, in a narrow and complex place like a trench, it is shorter and more powerful than any gun.

After a series of rapid gunfire, there were only a few ants left in the trench except for the Italians.

"This pistol is good." Amilio walked to the corpse of the French squad leader, picked up the M1892 revolver from his hand, wiped the blood and mud from the gun, and then stuck it on his waist with a smile, and then quickly attacked laterally along the trench with other comrades.