"Boom-" There was a loud bang, it was the sound of a mortar explosion. The tremendous force of the explosion blew up the dirt in front of the foxhole, and many of them fell into the foxhole and splashed on Drake? Logan's body and face.

Private Drake? Logan was a recruit in the platoon of Company E. This is the first time to participate in such live-fire training. In fact, when he was in the boot camp, he also participated in live-fire training, but they were all empty ammunition and could not form a threat, but this time it was obviously different. He felt it when the shell exploded.

"Whew! Whew! He couldn't help but gasp for air, then clasped his hands tightly on his head, and his body lay tightly in the foxhole, and his rifle was thrown aside by him.

Explosions came and went, and explosions continued to explode around. Logan felt like a boat in the middle of the waves, being lifted to the top of the waves from time to time, and then being thrown to the bottom without mercy.

"Hey, boy, are you scared?" He heard someone laughing at him amid the violent explosion. He knew it was a veteran Cab crouching in a foxhole near him.

Locke did not answer, not because he did not want or unwilling to answer, but because the explosion was so violent that he did not dare to stick his head out and speak, he was afraid of being hit by shrapnel from the shell.

"Wake up, boy, it's just training!" Kaber looked at Logan like that, and his tone was full of disdain, "If this is a battlefield, then congratulations, the Germans will come over soon, either you become a prisoner of the Germans, or you are killed by the Germans." Hurry up and stick your head out, you coward! ”

Under Kaber's scolding, Logan finally stuck his head out when the explosion was sparse, and then saw Kaber standing in the foxhole, leisurely holding a bottle of wine and pouring it into his mouth. I couldn't help but grow my mouth and was stunned.

"Silly, boy!" "You don't know what the battle in Normandy is like, it's much more fierce than this, think about it, what it will be like when 88mm guns and 105mm shells are poured on your head?" Wake up, this makes you scared, how are you still going to fight? ”

"I'm sorry!" Logan pursed his lips as he suddenly felt ashamed of his performance. Of course, when he had some courage to get up from the foxhole, another shell suddenly exploded not far away, and the loud explosion immediately pressed his outstretched head down again.

"Damn it!" Kaber cursed, and then said loudly, "Coward, hurry up, the people in the second platoon are going to attack us." Grab your weapon and stick your head out. ”

Kaber's scolding made Logan a little ashamed, he secretly clenched his fist, and then stood up suddenly, and saw Kaber's contemptuous eyes again, and his heart still trembled.

"GI, if you want to survive on the battlefield, then you have to treat yourself as if you were dead! So that you don't get scared! In a cool pose, Kaber stepped on the edge of the foxhole and opened the safety of his submachine gun, "Learn, boy!" ”

Logan nodded, then said to Kaber with some hesitation, "You're right, I'll treat myself as if I'm dead!" ”

"That's not what I said!" Kaber smiled, "It was our platoon commander, Lieutenant Parkes, who said that. ”

"Lieutenant Parkes?" Logan nodded, then grinned and looked at the foxhole in Parks not far away! Then he saw Parks gesturing in this direction.

"Alright, guys, we can't wait for the second platoon to attack us, the lieutenant let us take the initiative. The troops were divided into three lines, my men followed me, in a straggler formation, and we attacked the left flank of the second platoon! At this point, Martin suddenly crawled out of the foxhole, and began to order the whole class to attack, "Watch your distance, don't try to bypass the blast zone, don't give your own life." ”

"Lanny, Sinclair, you spearhead and get around that damn blast zone. The rest keep up! Lenny finished and began to move forward with his gun in hand.

"Boy, hurry up and get out!" Kaber yelled at Logan.

Logan climbed out of the foxhole and followed Carb, he was very nervous along the way, he was afraid that a shell would suddenly explode next to him, and this thought made him seem restless and cautious.

Parks gestured to Goneri on his right, signaling for them to attack.

"Well, the lieutenant let us attack!" Goneri climbed out of the foxhole and began to signal the brothers of the third class to start moving forward.

"Are you sure it's a good idea?" Malachi said to Landowman, "The order we got is to stay here and wait for the second platoon to attack, and now the second platoon has not attacked, but we are going to fight them." ”

"Parks isn't the kind of person who gives orders." Landauman looked at Malachi and smiled, "I think he must have wanted to catch Lieutenant Pikak off guard." I love battles like this! Landowman said, only to see Parks gesture to attack him.

"Alright, man, let's get to work, let's beat the second row guys to the ground!" Landauman grinned, then gestured to the class of GIs to attack.

"I love this kind of fight too!" Maraki muttered to himself, then followed closely behind Landowman and began to move forward.

Not far from the position of the second platoon, Parks gave the order to charge, and the three offensive directions of the first platoon charged at the second platoon at the same time, and they began to run forward desperately, and kept roaring.

"I can't keep up with them!" Miller gasped, but he felt something was wrong.

"Hurry up, GI, run slow, just wait to die!" White grabbed Miller's placket and pulled forward vigorously, "We're going to strike a surprise blow to the people in the second row, your speed will only make the other party ready, and then kill you." ”

"I'm sorry!" Miller gasped, then rushed forward with no death, feeling like his lungs were about to explode.

In a wooded field, the men of the second platoon appeared to be very leisurely, and their platoon leader, Lieutenant Pikak, was still assigning the task of attacking the squads. Pikak was given the order to attack the platoon's position at 9:15 p.m.

Obviously, there are still five minutes left until 9:15.

"Lieutenant!" At this time, a soldier in charge of observation suddenly said nervously to Pikak, who was arranging a mission, "We were attacked, they attacked?" ”

"What?" Pikak shouted.

"A row of people, a row of people called!" The soldier shouted at Pikak, "Lieutenant, you'd better see for yourself." As he spoke, he handed the telescope to Pikak!

Before Pikak could lift his binoculars, he could see a row of people starting to attack him from three directions, and he couldn't help but grow his mouth, and then muttered, "This is not in order, this is ...... It's not in order. They should be holding their positions, we're the attacking side, damn it, what the hell is going on? Can anyone tell me? ”

"Sir, what are we going to do now?" Mook asked.

Pikak looked a little angry, and he said to Mook: "Contact me about the company, why did we change one by one with the platoon, this is too surprising, is it the idea of the company?" ”

Muk couldn't help but be surprised: "Sir, we don't have time to contact the company, we must organize a counterattack immediately, otherwise we will be finished!" ”

"Listen to my orders, corporal, contact me when I say contact, don't talk nonsense here!" Pikak almost roared at Mook and yelled, "Damn it, I'm the Commander here!" ”

"Alright, sir!" Mook shrugged his shoulders, he really couldn't understand, but he had to do what he was told!

A platoon of GIs began to charge less than three hundred meters from them, and they were running as they went, figures swaying through the trees, and even their mouths could be seen open in rapid gasp.

"Damn, got in touch? Muck! Pikak shouted.

"Still in touch!" Mook was tempted to complain, but it was clear that this was not the time.

The people all around were nervously staring at the row of people who were rushing towards them. The recruits were even more nervous, their rifles clenched tightly in their hands, their mouths wide open, and their eyes staring at a row of charging soldiers.

"Got in touch." Muck suddenly yelled and handed the walkie-talkie to Pikak.

Everyone stared at Pikak, nervously looking at him, trying to hear something from his mouth.

"Understood, Captain." Pikak hung up the phone, the look on his face was very depressed, but it did not affect him to issue an order, "GIs, get ready to fight, hurry, hurry, don't stare at me, look ahead, a platoon of people is about to rush over!" ”

He was right, a platoon of people was about to rush over, they were already less than thirty meters, and then in a few seconds, they would rush to the front of the position and wipe them all out.

"It's too late!" Mook groaned, and then sat down in the foxhole, for he had seen a rifle pointed at him, and to his dismay, the guy who had raised the rifle at him was actually a recruit.

"Alright, you captured me!" Mook crawled out of the foxhole and said to the recruit with the gun, "Tell me, what's your name?" I don't want to be caught by a nobody. ”

"Logan, sir, Derek? Logan! The guy looked a little smug, and although he was desperately trying to endure it, it also made Mook not very happy.

The men of the first platoon, when the second platoon had just entered the position and was ready to snipe, occupied their position almost without much effort.

"Awesome!" Looking at the dejected faces of the soldiers in the second platoon surrounded by them, Miller suddenly smiled at White, "I like this feeling. ”

"Of course, who doesn't like that?" White said a word and ignored him.

Miller didn't care, because he was in a lot of mood right now, and the victory was coming, and it seemed simple.

"It's not proper for you to do this, Lieutenant Parks!" Pikak was clearly unconvinced, even though Winters said he could be improvised.

(To be continued)