"We're all sharpshooters, killing an enemy with every bullet." I believe that many people will sing this "Song of the Guerrillas". In fact, in real combat, it is not easy to kill an enemy with a single bullet.

According to statistics, an average of 25,000 rounds of ammunition were needed to kill a soldier in World War II. During the Vietnam War, it took an average of 200,000 rounds of ammunition to kill a soldier, 100,000 rounds of ammunition for the Iraq War, and 1.3 rounds for a sniper, known as a "sharpshooter", to kill an enemy.

How many rounds of ammunition it took to kill a soldier in World War I, due to the relatively backward statistical means, there is no detailed data, but it will not be too much, it will always be one or two thousand rounds, even if it is the efficiency of the first week of the Battle of the Somme, it is estimated that it will be one or two thousand rounds.

Compared with rifles, the killing efficiency of pistols is lower, the use of M1911 in American film and television dramas is an exaggeration, in actual combat, the efficiency of pistols is extremely low, China has been hit by a Type 64 pistol 8 shots and still alive examples, and in the Iraqi battlefield someone was shot 25 shots and did not die.

You want to be fatal with a single shot, unless it's in a critical area. Bastian, on the other hand, obviously does not have such ability.

Just as the two Germans turned around, Bastian fired three shots, knocking out one German before being stabbed by another.

Bastian felt very strange when he was stabbed to the ground, he did not feel the pain in his abdomen, although the blood gushing out with the bayonet indicated that he was indeed injured. The German's face was hideous, and he howled frantically to pull the bayonet out, and then continued to stab, Bastian grabbed the barrel of the 98A gun in the opponent's hand and did not let the other party pull out the bayonet.

Bastian knew very well that if the Germans pulled out the bayonets and Bastian was not rescued in time, then Bastian would die in a minute, silently and worthlessly.

So Bastian grabbed the barrel with all his strength and did not let the Germans pull it out.

Suddenly, Bastian seemed to see the vineyards of his Bordeaux hometown, as if he saw his mother who died early smiling at him, as if he saw his lovely son and daughter.

"Anne...... Bastian muttered to himself, it was his wife's name.

Just as he was about to fall into a trance, Bastien heard a loud shout, and then saw a figure pass by his side, cutting down the Germans in front of him with a spade, and then marching along the trench, invincible.

Reinforcements have finally arrived. Bastian was even a little vague, he felt that someone was shouting his name, someone was cutting his clothes with a knife, and then pulling out the bayonet on his stomach, and then someone began to pick open his own stomach......

It's so cool!

Ethereal and dazed, Bastian looked up at the sky as if he saw a golden avenue, at the end of which was his mother, and his father beckoned to him kindly.

Just as Bastian wanted to pass, he felt someone pinching under his nose and then someone calling out his name.

Bastian looked at his eyes with difficulty and saw Qin Zhiyuan's calm and focused face......

It's good to be alive!

"Chen Kangjian led a team to the left, Lao Ge led the second team to the right, and the eldest brother led the third team to snipe on the spot and drive the Germans out of the trenches." Qin Zhiyuan was busy with work in his hands, and he was still giving combat orders in his mouth.

"Yes!"

"Understood!"

"......" has undergone training since Weihai, and Chen Kangjian has become accustomed to using language as brief as possible.

"Old Gao, keep calling Bastian's name, don't let him sleep, don't stop until he dies." Qin Zhiyuan continued to give orders, he had already checked the wound on Bastian's abdomen, God forbid, although the knife wound was very deep, it did not hurt the internal organs.

"Hi ......" Bastian woke up slowly, smiling with difficulty.

"Man, you're dead! You know? Although you have been pierced through the stomach, your intestines are not broken, and you will be healed with a simple stitch. You're such a lucky guy. Qin Zhiyuan took off the kettle on his waist, helped Bastian wash the wound, and then began to stitch it up.

"Shouldn't I say 'thank you' now?" At such a time, Bastian has transcended life and death and reached the state of bliss.

"You should think about how to make two good bottles of wine and treat me to a good drink." After two or three sentences, Qin Zhiyuan had already finished sewing his intestines, and then began to stitch his stomach.

"I'll get you 20 bottles, the best wine, from Bordeaux, cough cough cough ......" Bastian coughed violently for a while, but still said a few words with difficulty: "Quality assurance!" ”

"Okay, okay, I'll invite you to drink if I have the chance, Moutai, Wuliangye, Jiannanchun, have you heard of it? Or is it the daughter red and the champion red...... Do you know this wine? When you have a woman, you bury the wine under the grape trellis in the yard, and when your daughter gets married, you dig it out and drink it, this is the daughter's red ......" Qin Zhiyuan kept talking, used to keep Bastian focused, now is the most dangerous time.

"Yes...... That's good, I'm going to have to drink two, no, three! "Bastian is fascinated by a beautiful and poetic tradition, and the French just can't stand it.

"Of course, of course, I'll get you a bathtub and let you sleep in it." Qin Zhiyuan tied the last knot, and then showed a smile to Bastian: "Okay, your life is saved." ”

Perhaps it was the yearning for his daughter red that surpassed heaven, Bastian recovered a little, and actually raised his head to look at the bandage on his abdomen, and then his eyes were red: "Thank you, Qin ...... I beg your pardon, I don't know what words to put to express my feelings at the moment. ”

Qin Zhiyuan looked up at the trenches on both sides, the battle was nearing the end, and the Germans found that the French had reinforcements, lost the will to fight to the death, and were retreating like a tide: "Then don't say anything, you have a good rest now, I have to continue to work, please forgive me for being rude." ”

Qin Zhiyuan had already prepared, so he brought four laborers who knew how to do medical skills to come up together, as well as 130 armed Chinese workers and 180 auxiliary personnel.

The Germans still had no experience in trench warfare, they were not equipped with too many ****** and grenades, and only used 98A rifles with a length of nearly one and a half meters after adding bayonets, which was too much of a loss in trench warfare.

It didn't take long for the wounded to gather in the tunnel, and the soldiers who had already died were thrown on the position and had no time to take care of it, and Qin Zhiyuan also knew the general situation.

Yesterday at noon, Bastian led a battalion of French troops to reinforce them, and after a day and a night, the soldiers had suffered more than seventy percent of the casualties, and the officers below Bastian had been killed and wounded, and there was only one officer left in the entire battalion, a military doctor, and less than a hundred soldiers.

If it weren't for Qin Zhiyuan's timely reinforcements, this person would have been wiped out.