So Qin Chuan had a sniper rifle at the insistence of the baker, which originally belonged to the sniper rifle of the trigger.

Qin Chuan knew from Da Xiong that the reason why Paul had such a big opinion was because he had always wanted to be a sniper.

Judging by Paul's achievements, he is more than qualified to be a sniper...... In more than a year of fighting, he had killed more than thirty enemies with a rifle on the battlefield, and few of them did so without being wounded, and Paul was one of them, which also earned Paul the nickname of the rifle.

The problem is that there are not many sniper rifles in the troops, and there are always some cadets who have graduated from sniper schools to occupy the sniper position.

This time, Paul thought he could finally be promoted to sniper and have a sniper rifle of his own, but was robbed of his chance by a "drag bottle" who he never saw as a threat.

"I didn't expect that!" Qin Chuan said to Paul.

Qin Chuan was telling the truth, everything was out of his own hands, he just wanted to save his life.

"Hope you deserve this sniper rifle!" Paul replied coldly.

Qin Chuan felt that it would be useless to say anything, so he gave up.

"You don't have to feel like you owe him!" Da Xiong patted Qin Chuan's shoulder: "You will know in the future, the important thing is what you can do!" And even if you don't do it well enough, that's the sergeant's order, isn't it? ”

This was a good excuse, but it didn't make Qin Chuan feel relieved, because Qin Chuan suddenly found out...... He was actually responsible for the lives of his comrades, it was because of this sniper rifle, and he couldn't even take care of himself!

So even Qin Chuan himself thought that the baker's choice was wrong.

The troops marched all the way to the front, and lunch was a ration to take with them during the break, which was a small piece of cold bread and a baked potato.

Although he still didn't have much appetite, baked potatoes were obviously better than sausages, at least it wouldn't remind Qin Chuan of the red meat puree on the tank tracks.

On the other hand, Qin Chuan was already dizzy with hunger at this time, and if he didn't eat anything, he was afraid that he would faint on the march, so he had to force himself to swallow these dry foods.

At half past three in the afternoon, when the march was supposed to continue, the troops came across a British stronghold...... The city of Agdabia.

News came from the scouts that Agdabiari was garrisoned by at least two regiments of British troops.

If they were to attack at this time, on the one hand, the troops would be very tired from a long march, and on the other hand, it would be dark in a few hours, and it would be easy for the Germans, who were unfamiliar with the terrain, to get into trouble fighting the British in the city after dark.

So the Germans planned to take a short break and regroup, and then attack the next day.

However, resting in the desert is not pleasant, as temperatures can reach 40 degrees during the day and drop to around -10 degrees Celsius at night...... Although it is not "piercing and cold" at minus one degree, it can be imagined that it can be imagined that it will switch from extreme heat to extreme cold, just like walking into an air-conditioned room just after coming out of a steam bath.

On top of that, there are annoying black mosquitoes and fleas that will harass you everywhere and non-stop.

But these are not the main reasons that plague Qin Chuan.

In fact, Qin Chuan had already fallen asleep as soon as he lay down, covered with a marching quilt and a helmet on his head...... The day's marching and fighting had exhausted him to the point of almost lying down.

But he woke up soon after, not because of the sound of gunfire and cannons in the darkness, he had grown accustomed to it, even though he had only been on this plane for a few days.

Qin Chuan was awakened by a nightmare, and his head was covered in sweat...... He dreamed of the British soldiers killed by himself, the desperate eyes of the British captives, and the miserable cries of the wounded British soldiers under the tracks of the tanks.

Qin Chuan looked around, the endless darkness made him a little creepy, Qin Chuan, who had never believed in ghosts and gods, couldn't help but worry that those British soldiers would come to him to ask for his life.

But soon, Qin Chuan didn't feel scared anymore, because he felt that it was better to die than to live like this...... This kind of life is like hell, you have to face death every day and you will die at any time, everyone wants to try to live, so you have to take the lives of others as much as possible.

This is war, war!

Qin Chuan had seen war more than once in books and movies, but he never thought that the real war would be so cruel.

A cold wind blew, Qin Chuan suddenly felt a little lonely, and he couldn't help but think of his parents, colleagues, and friends in another time and space...... Thinking about whether no one will care or even know if he dies on this battlefield.

Then, Qin Chuan couldn't sleep anymore. This made it difficult for him to open his eyes when he was ordered to get up the next morning.

But soon, Qin Chuan came to his senses again...... He was woken up.

"Finish your breakfast!" The baker casually said, "We're attacking!" ”

As soon as he heard the word "attack", Qin Chuan's heartbeat couldn't help but slow down a few beats.

Unlike before, this time it's urban warfare.

As soon as Qin Chuan thought that the enemy might hide in any building, and then shoot at you from all imaginable places such as roofs, windows, and wall cracks, Qin Chuan's hand holding the bread couldn't help but tremble.

"Maybe not so lucky this time!" Qin Chuan thought, and at the same time turned his gaze to the sniper rifle at his feet...... It may not be of much use, because there is probably only one street between friend and foe.

Come to think of it, although the breakfast was more generous than usual...... The supply troops had arrived the previous night, and each of them had been given some bee and jam, which was a big meal in the desert. But Qin Chuan was tasteless, and all he could think of in his mind was the scene where he was running through the ruins of the street and suddenly a bullet flew out of nowhere and knocked him down.

At this point, the baker counted ten rounds of ammunition for each of them.

Soon there was a protest: "Sergeant, our ammunition is almost depleted in yesterday's battle!" ”

"So you need to save some money!" "You know," said the baker, "that supplies in the desert are not as easy as we think, and if you send too much ammunition, you have to reduce the amount of water or food, are you willing to do that?" ”

"No, of course not!"

"Then shut your mouths!" The baker said, "Then get ready!" ”

The German soldiers invariably checked their weapons, and some soldiers also took their rifles apart and wiped them with oilcloths, only Qin Chuan looked at them stunned, and then looked at his rifles stupidly......

Paul seemed to realize something, and he said with an incredulous expression, "Oh no! How can we expect a man who does not know how to maintain weapons to cover us? ”