At the beginning of the Battle of the Somme, the British and French forces concentrated 2,189 artillery pieces, 1,160 mortars, and about 300 aircraft to participate in the pre-war fire preparation, which lasted for seven days.

The German Second Army, opposite the British and French forces, had 672 artillery pieces, 300 mortars, and 112 aircraft.

During the seven-day confrontation, millions of shells were fired, inflicting heavy casualties on both sides and devastation.

In the 21st century, the Somme region still has a wartime crater that silently tells the story of this heavy history.

For Qin Zhiyuan, he was not in the mood to be sad and sad, and it was only right to send the ammunition to the front line before dawn. After daybreak, the German artillery observation balloons would be lifted into the air, and the convoy was in danger of being shelled.

After a long night's work, the convoy finally arrived at the Kapi area, which was the end of the transport mission.

Famous for its wines, the town of Capi was now a vast barracks and a place of supplies to support the French Sixth Army's assault on the Germans.

Early in the morning, when the convoy arrived at Kapi, Qin Zhiyuan had just jumped out of the car and was stunned by the scene in front of him.

As far as the eye could see, stretchers everywhere, one after the other, extending from the far distance in front of the convoy, one extending to the hills outside the town, at least tens of thousands, or maybe a hundred thousand, with Qin Zhiyuan's vision and knowledge, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

There were wounded soldiers lying on every stretcher, and strangely enough, the wounded soldiers did not cry loudly, nor did they cry or moan. Some are just numb, apathetic, and hopeless, and perhaps for them, there is no difference between living and dying.

The military doctor and the nurse with the red cross armband on their arms shuttled between them, and there were so many wounded that the military doctor could not finish dealing with them at all, so he could only order the nurse to mark after a simple examination: "This, deal with it immediately...... This, which will be dealt with later...... This, don't deal with it, he's already dead......"

The first ones were treated with the minor wounded, and the ones who were dealt with later were the seriously injured. It's not that military doctors treat them differently, but at such times, the limited medical resources should be tilted towards the lightly wounded, who are more likely to recover their health, and as for the seriously wounded, leave it to fate, or directly hand them over to the priest next to him, who is already tired and paralyzed.

Only God can save them.

A little farther afield, temporary graves were being dug up, with three or four people buried in each pit, simply marked, and then dug up and reburied when the war was over.

Many people were carried out of the stretcher area, taken directly to the temporary grave, simply wrapped in a shroud, and then hastily buried. Judging by the stiffness of the bodies, those people were already dead, but because of the lack of manpower, they had to stay in the stretcher area to be processed.

"Processing"! What a cruel word.

Just a few days ago, they were living soldiers, marching with neat steps, stepping on the officer's whistle, slowly but surely attacking the German positions, perhaps just jumping out of the trenches, perhaps on the way to attack, perhaps when victory was imminent, and a single bullet could take away all hope for them and their families.

"Good ...... How much hatred, how much hatred ......" Chen Kangjian was stunned and muttered to himself, and more people's jaws fell to the ground without realizing it, they couldn't understand what kind of hatred would prompt fellow human Europeans to kill each other so much.

Perhaps, as at the beginning of the First World War, for the sake of "living space".

"Hey! Guys, now is not the time to think about life. Move, move, move at once, unload these boxes and send them to the artillery positions, then load these stretchers into cars and send these poor children home, their mothers need them, they need their mothers...... "A captain of a somewhat fat stature shouted loudly along the convoy, shouting and whipping the carriage with the whip in his hand.

"Hey! Don't you all understand French? Oh my God, can you come somebody, damn it, are you Indians too? What about your headscarves? Everyone in the labor team got out of the car, but they were stunned by what they saw, and no one paid attention to the captain's orders.

India also sent laborers to Europe, not only laborers, but millions of troops directly involved in the war. For this reason, the British general Claude Auchinleck once said that Britain would not have survived the First World War without the Indian Legion. It is for this reason that India is known as the most dazzling jewel in the crown of the Queen of England.

Not far from Qin Zhiyuan, the people wearing headscarves who were digging temporary graves were Indians.

"Okay Captain, act now." Qin Zhiyuan was the first to reflect and immediately began to beckon everyone to work.

Unlike the Indians, who need to be on the front line with real knives and guns, Chinese workers only participate in auxiliary work and do not need to go into battle.

But the work still has to be done.

The convoy was very long, about 100 trucks, and the 100 men of the labor team were too busy to keep it busy, and the captain called a group of Indians and French soldiers, and the speed of unloading gradually increased.

Shells are different from earth and rock, they cannot be passed hand by hand, and can only be carried to the artillery position one by one, but fortunately, there are people over there who are responsible for receiving them, and the laborers only need to carry the shells at a distance of about 50 meters.

A box of shells, about 30 kilograms, this weight, for people who have practiced martial arts since childhood, is really not difficult, so everyone carried the shell box like flying, mixed in the slow Indians and French very conspicuous.

"Lancers, charge." Seeing the speed of the laborers, the captain was very happy, and actually shouted the slogan of the cavalry charge, which seems to be the tradition of their troops.

What made Qin Zhiyuan feel strange was that although they saw the Chinese workers running fast, the Indians and the French did not have the slightest intention of speeding up, and the eyes that looked at the Chinese workers not only did not have envy or resentment, but had a trace of mockery.

This suddenly made Qin Zhiyuan feel bad, so he quietly said to Gao Hongshi beside him: "Slow down, tell others, move slowly, it's weird." ”

Although Gao Hongshi didn't know why, out of his consistent new appointment to Qin Zhiyuan, he still passed on Qin Zhiyuan's words, and the speed of the Chinese workers gradually slowed down.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and the excellent physical fitness of the suitable workers had already attracted the attention of the captain, and it would be a bit too much to hide it at this time.

"Lancers, a new order has been issued, you are to send these bullets to the front to replenish our children who are waiting to be fed." After all the ammunition boxes were unloaded, the captain reassigned a new mission.

"Mr. Captain, sending ammunition to the front line is beyond the scope of our work, and I refuse." Just kidding, the fight over there is lively, and I haven't heard the sound of artillery for a moment, so I'm going to send ammunition forward at this time, looking for death?

"I don't know what your scope of work is, I just know that my children need ammunition, and you are the ones responsible for transporting it, now please do your job duty." A captain is more difficult to deal with than a second lieutenant, he doesn't beat you or scold you, he only talks about vague accusations.

"Okay, but we're going to get something to eat, we haven't eaten anything since last night, we've been building roads all night, and then we've unloaded our cars for almost two hours, we're all exhausted, and we need to rest for a while." Qin Zhiyuan agreed to the captain's request, and at the same time put forward his own request.

"Yes, you have ten minutes." The captain agreed, and someone quickly brought in a variety of cans, as well as milk.

Qin Zhiyuan glanced up, and it was the group of Indians and French who sent things over just now, and they were very fast now.

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