At dawn the next day, Victor got up and began to observe the German positions on the opposite side of the trench. There were no fireworks in the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun", perhaps for fear of being discovered and attracting artillery bombardment. It's quiet and a little scary.

A soldier carried a basket and distributed the food he had brought to everyone.

"Oh! I'm tired of damn black bread, it's harder than a stone! Novak said with a sigh.

"There's something good going on this time."

"Ou! Beef, my favorite! The aristocratic lords in the back finally didn't let them rot in the warehouse. Novak excitedly took a bite of food.

"This is a reward for our battle yesterday, and perhaps we should expect the Germans to die like this every day." Victor joked as he chewed hard into the beef.

"Yesterday I hit three Germans, a gunshot from Peng, I watched them fall immediately, the Germans have never been so easy to deal with."

"If they come again today, I can kill 4 more."

It was not until noon that groups of German troops rushed again, but the size was far less than yesterday's.

There were only a few sporadic gunshots on the front, and it was a soldier with good marksmanship sniping at his target. When the Germans rushed to 300 meters, rifles, light and heavy machine guns opened fire in an instant, sweeping the Germans one by one like a storm. Artillery also began to shell the German rear continuously.

The Germans dispersed and slowly moved forward through various covers. Victor relied on the cover of the trenches and reaped the lives of German soldiers one shot at a time. The Germans lay on the ground and fired frantically at the position, but Victor's good camouflage made it impossible for them to detect him at all, and they were hit one by one like targets.

"Why are you so cruel?" He asked himself in his mind.

"It's not me who forced them into war, it's their stupid commander-in-chief." He silently comforted himself in his heart, "On the battlefield, it's either life or death." I want to survive, I want to control my own destiny, I don't want to be a soldier who is still controlled by others, I want to be a commander who controls my destiny. ”

Victor suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and he threw down the rifle in his hand and rolled to the lower left side, falling into the trench. With a pop, Victor felt a little dizzy in his ears, and when he took off his helmet, he saw a 3 mm deep scratch on the right side of his helmet by a bullet.

Victor gasped for air, cold sweat on his face kept coming out like a fountain, and dense green tendons wrapped around his arm like tree roots.

Although his body has experienced war, his soul is a pseudo-military fan otaku who has lived in peacetime for twenty years, and has never truly experienced the cruelty and horror of war. It turned out that when defending, Victor easily killed many German soldiers with his physical talent and defensive advantages, which also made him despise the battlefield and almost treat it as a shooting game.

"Fuck, this is war!" Victor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said to himself: "This is war!" It's not a game, you're not the protagonist, you're going to die, don't make stupid mistakes. ”

I will find you and kill you. Victor slowly calmed his breath, but was in no hurry to go out to find the soldier who almost killed him. Now he is not in good shape, the German army may still be waiting for him, maybe he will be killed by the German army when he goes out.

After more than a quarter of an hour, feeling that he had completely escaped the shadow of death, Victor stood up, put on his helmet, and picked up the rifle that had been thrown on the other side of the trench. I wiped the dirt off it and checked it carefully, and everything was in good condition.

Victor removed the magazine, filled it with eight rounds, and reloaded it. Victor walked slowly in the trench, came to a place 20 meters away from the original, and slowly walked halfway through.

There were a few German soldiers hiding behind the obvious obstacles, rocks, mounds, and craters, and there was a fierce exchange of fire with the defenders. Victor felt that they were not the person he was looking for. He slowly roamed the entire battlefield, but he did not find the German sharpshooter who almost killed him.

Victor lay there, his eyes like an eagle watching the battlefield. The enemy doesn't move, I don't move, he told himself silently in his heart.

After another quarter of an hour or so, a crisp gunshot rang out.

"I've been hit, help me!" A soldier on the line shouted loudly.

It was him, Victor guessed the location of the German sharpshooter according to the voice, and at a glance, several German corpses were lying in the bushes, and the sharpshooter was not found.

Corpse? Victor suddenly had an inspiration, and looked carefully at the past one by one, and finally found that there was a corpse with half of his body faintly exposed behind it, which at first glance made people think that it was also a corpse.

It was him, Victor thought in his mind. He didn't dare to look at it more, for fear of arousing the other party's vigilance.

Victor gently lifted the rifle beside him, buckled the bolt, and slowly extended the rifle out of the trench, the muzzle of the gun pointed at the exposed half of the corpse. Victor held his breath and stared at the target, Peng's body, and pulled the trigger. A German soldier struggled to roll out from behind the corpse, and Victor aimed at him to shoot him again, and he immediately lay on the ground motionless.

Victor immediately retreated into the trench, carefully recalling a thrilling shot. It was the first time he had relied on his wits and tenacity to defeat a formidable opponent and achieve victory, rather than relying entirely on his body's remaining instincts to kill those who had no power to resist as he did yesterday.

Victor rested in the trench for a while, then found another place to hide. At this time, he learned to control his desire to kill, to save himself as the first goal, and then to find the most threatening target in the German army to shoot, and to change his position every time he killed several targets. As a result, Victor's killing efficiency decreased significantly, killing only 8 targets in one morning, but he never encountered a situation where he was almost killed by the Germans.

At this time, he finally understood how lucky he was yesterday, because the main target of the German army was not their position, so the German army did not find him. If he continues to kill the Germans as recklessly as he did yesterday, he may soon be targeted by the German sharpshooters, machine guns and artillery, and he will definitely not live for three days. Most of those aces on the battlefield are good at protecting themselves, because only by staying alive can they continue to achieve more achievements.

By the afternoon, there were no German reinforcements left. The French artillery concentrated its firepower to block the German retreat and bombard the remaining German units on the battlefield. Perhaps in a few hours, the Allied armies would be able to annihilate this force at a very small cost.

"Please stop firing, we ask for surrender!" A German rifle hung a white undershirt and shook it back and forth.

The gunfire on the battlefield gradually stopped. A German officer raised his hands expressionlessly, and together with the soldier holding the white flag, he watched countless pairs of eyes on both sides of the battlefield, and slowly walked to the front of the French position.

There was a sudden silence on the battlefield, and both sides were waiting for the outcome of the negotiations, peace or death.

After a few minutes, the German officer, accompanied by several French officers, came out and shouted loudly over a loudspeaker: "Brave soldiers, we have fought bravely and fearlessly for Germany, for the Kaiser, and for our honor, but now there is no hope of victory in the battle, and nothing can change the tide of the battle except to bring death." So, I declare my unconditional surrender. ”

A French officer stepped forward and shouted: "General Gourrow, commander of the French Fourth Army, declares that the French army will strictly abide by the provisions of the Hague Convention on prisoners of war, give them humanitarian treatment and protection, and strictly prohibit retaliatory measures against prisoners of war." ”

"Is this the end of it?" When the battle was over, the soldiers on the squad gathered around Victor and looked at the German soldiers lining up to the prisoner of war camp in the distance, "We thought it would be like yesterday?" ”

"The Germans no longer have morale, their commanders have them lined up to kill us, they no longer trust their commanders, they no longer have confidence in victory." Victor said, looking at the winding procession of prisoners of war.