The food supply from the rear still hadn't arrived, so Lynn had to close her eyes and not look at her companions who had been lucky enough to have a hot soup - there might have been only a few leaves and a few breadcrumbs in it, but it was precious in this harsh environment! It wasn't long before the panicked shouts of the people rang out, and by the time Lynn got up from the trenches, the whimpering sound of the hand-cranked air raid sirens had already sounded.

Lynn's eyes narrowed as she saw a group of low-flying, dark green fighters, trying to make out if they belonged to fighters or attack aircraft. At this moment, someone in the trench suddenly cheered loudly, turned his head, and saw two gray-green camouflage painted fighters flying from the opposite direction. They were light and muscular, and they seemed to be fast, and in the blink of an eye, they flew over their positions, and the Iron Cross logo under the wings was like a starlight in the night!

For the first time in two days, I saw our own fighters, and many soldiers in the trenches joined in the cheers, some waving their arms excitedly. I saw these two German fighters rushing towards the Soviet fleet with a pleasant humming sound, and took the lead in making a "da-da-da" cannon sound. Since it was daytime, standing on the ground and looking up, only vaguely discerning bullet tracks with tracer bullets could be recognized, and they headed straight for the Soviet fleet in front. At this moment, the six Soviet fighters had already swung their wings sharply to dodge, and the first shot of the German planes did not hit a single enemy plane. This made the German soldiers watching the battle on the ground, including Lynn in the trenches, can't help but hang their hearts. The two German planes, which were absolutely inferior in numbers, quickly pulled up, and their climbing speed and attitude looked much more pleasing to the eye than their opponents. After forming a two-plane tactical formation, they stared at one of the dark green fighters, which was also trying to climb, and found that they were being targeted, so they immediately changed to level flight and made a sharp turn. This trick was very effective, and the rest of the dark green fighters quickly adjusted their direction and flew head-on towards their own fighters flying with "tails". At the critical moment, the leading German fighter preemptively opened fire, and the long shot that lasted for four or five seconds caused the Soviet fighter to fold its wings in the air, and it rolled and fell to the ground like a bird with broken wings, and finally landed in the open field, turning into a large fireball in the loud bang.

The German soldiers watching the battle on the ground suddenly burst into cheers, and Lynn's heart jumped a little. On the other hand, the Soviet fighters, which had a three-to-one advantage in numbers, did not have bombs or auxiliary fuel tanks under their bellies that affected their speed and mobility, but they always seemed to be half a beat slower in their reactions. With the right tactics, it is possible for the German fighters to win two and six, right?

As soon as the thought that was hidden in his heart came to mind, Lynn was immediately struck: the outflanked Soviet fighters opened fire one after another. The sound of machine guns like fried beans was coherent and crisp, and the German fighter in the lead quickly made a sideways maneuver, but the one behind seemed to react half a beat slower, and was immediately caught in the enemy's heavy bullet rain.

With great reluctance, the German officers and soldiers watched as their fighters also fell in the smoke.

After all, the era when the Luftwaffe dominated Europe is gone!

Before the plane fell, the German pilot finally parachuted in time, and the white umbrella flowers bloomed in the air, but with an indelible sentimentality. The Soviet fighter did not fall into the well to snipe the parachute pilot, but chased another German fighter, and the absolute disadvantage of 1 to 5 did not make it flee in embarrassment. Dexterous warhawks juggle and roll in the air, reminiscent of knights struggling to dodge swords and spears caught in enemy formations. With the calm and courage of the pilot and the superior ability of the fighter itself, it even found an opportunity to attack again and opened fire for a time, but this blow not only failed to kill the other party, but was found by other Soviet planes, and finally ended up with the same bleak end as its companion.

This not monotonous air battle lasted less than five minutes, but it was far more exciting and profound than the air show decades later. Looking at the second German fighter that was shot and fell, Lynn's mood was extremely gloomy - what does it mean that the arms can't carry the thighs? In such a situation, even if you let yourself lead Germany in place of the Führer, there is no way to turn the tide!

The only glimmer of hope was lost in the rising sun, and Lynn had to think carefully about the current situation and the way forward for this terrible crossing.

The air battle ended, but the battle did not end there. Amid the hasty shouts of the German soldiers, those dark green war eagles swooped down. Even without bombs, they are capable of killing defenders on positions with their cannons and machine guns. A barrage of bullets whizzed through the air, and the trenches and the surrounding ground were suddenly stirred up with large clouds of dust and mud. In a hurry, Lynn cowered directly to the bottom of the trench, as most soldiers do. However, before the formation of effective anti-aircraft firepower, Soviet fighters almost always carried out low-altitude strafing along the trenches - in order to avoid linear damage caused by shelling, the trenches were deliberately dug into a sinuous "bow" shape, otherwise the Soviet fighters could even kill an entire trench with a precise lateral strafing fire!

Curled up, eyes closed, bullets whistling in her ears, Lynn had no choice but to surrender her fate to the ruler of the world. At a certain moment, he suddenly felt that the most terrible thing was not death, but standing on the edge of life and death and not knowing what to do; At a certain moment, the dirt stirred up by the bullet splashed on his face and hands, and he thought that he was about to gameover, and he actually let go of distracting thoughts in his heart; At one point, he suddenly felt that he was so nostalgic for his family and friends, for everyone who had been good or bad for him, and had sincerely prayed to Heaven to bring him back to his time, even if it was thirty years to live.

Time was flowing slowly, the machine guns were still roaring, but they sounded like they were coming from close range, and the rumbling of cannon was "long overdue", and the fireworks-like explosions drowned out the hum of machinery that once hung overhead. Gradually, the sound of people shouting and talking in the trenches was heard again, and although Lynn could not understand a word, he knew in his heart that he had survived another catastrophe. When he opened his eyes, he saw a hellish scene on earth: the remains of the dead and the wounded of varying degrees were everywhere in the trenches, and the ground became even more muddy under the soaking of blood!

"Are you alright?" Seeing Huang Mao next to him holding his arm and leaning against the trench wall in pain, Lynn was in a hurry to say a word in Chinese, which sounded very twisted to him, Huang Mao just opened his eyes and looked at him, and his indifferent expression had a kind of dying numbness.

In her early years, she took an ambulance course in school, and Lynn knew how to stop bleeding and bandage the explosion. Thinking that there were many wounded after the air raid, and the ambulance personnel accompanying the army might not be able to come in a short time, he hesitated for a moment, and finally moved forward. As far as direct observation is concerned, Huang Mao's injury should be located in his right arm, and the blood has soaked most of the sleeves of his military uniform, Lynn tried to remove Huang Mao's left hand covering the wound, but his two arms remained stiff and in place. had to increase his strength, so he reluctantly removed his hand, and then Lynn was immediately shocked to find that Huang Mao's right arm and armpit were blurred with blood, and through the torn clothes, he could even see that some of the flesh and skin on the limbs were obviously missing......

I used to be sick to my stomach when I saw a bloody scene, but when I was preoccupied, Lynn had already put these instinctive reactions far away. He learned to tear open the first aid kit he carried with him, stuff the tourniquet under Huang Mao's armpit, and put his own arm around his neck. In this process, Huang Mao has maintained a numb expression, and his eyes are a little dull, except for his pale lips trembling slightly, and a few beads of sweat the size of beans slide down his sideburns.

"Midizna! Midizna! ”

Lynn shouted to the medics, one of several German words he had learned over the past two days. The original intention of learning was to use it when I was injured, but I didn't expect to use it on my peers.

He called several times in a row, but the paramedics did not appear. Suddenly, Huang Mao grabbed Lynn tightly with his left hand, his empty eyes seemed to see through everything and saw another world, his lips closed one by one, and he barely spit out a few vague words, and the strength of his hand increased sharply in an instant. Lynn's hand was very painful, but he couldn't help but not pull it back, in fact, it was only a moment of effort, and the hand that grabbed him lost its strength, and the weight of his arm increased a little.

Lynn closed her eyes in pain, silently experiencing the terrible death that was close at hand, the infinite sorrow of the fall of life, and the blood and cruelty of this world......