Bloody rain on the Western Front in June.

Jagged trenches weave across the plains of France, with barbed wire, wooden fences, sandbags, bunkers, and sticking out of the cold barrels. Thick yellow poisonous gas wafted back and forth with the direction of the wind, and the mud pit was full of corpses dripping with thick juice. The priests, dressed in robes with blood, opened their Bibles and prayed silently for them. The soldiers used their spare time to tell a joke while wiping their guns, and blood was spilled from time to time in the cold guns.

Just 6 days before the outbreak of the 510 Night that shocked the world, the Second Battle of Artois began.

In retaliation for the Battle of Ypres, and because the German army still occupied a geographical advantage on the Western Front, the French staff led by Foch believed that it was necessary to counterattack to prevent the danger of the entire defense line being broken through in the event of a strong attack, so after a long period of consideration in Chapter 378 of Europe (Part I), he chose to open the Battle of Artois again, and concentrated the strong forces of 37 infantry divisions and 5 cavalry divisions to launch a fierce attack on the German salient. In addition to hoping to redeem the disadvantages on the Western Front, he also hoped to help the increasingly dangerous Russia, so as to reverse the predicament of the Russian army in Galicia and Poland, pull the German army back to the Western Front, and reduce the pressure on the Eastern Front.

The two battles of Artois in the parallel world were not successful, losing more than 500,000 troops in vain, and allowing the German army to find the flaw in Verdun in repeated temptations, if it were not for the strong combat effectiveness of the French army facing the destruction of the country and the destruction of the family, resisting the German army in Verdun and dragging it into the cruel meat grinder, perhaps the second battle of Paris would have begun.

And what about this plane?

In early summer, the sea breeze from the Atlantic Ocean brings the green grass of the Shambani Plains to life, and the smoke and artillery fire turn this traditional European holiday into a living hell.

Ordinary German uniforms, steel helmets brought from home, Mauser rifles, cartridge packs, sapper shovels, bayonets, water bottles, gas masks, and two grenades. By the way, a domestic Stern submachine gun captured from the French and a quadruple telescope. Like most German soldiers, Liu Mingzhao chewed the unpalatable jerky sent by the Black in Europe (above) in Chapter 378 of Muni and drank the muddy waters of the Somme. The railway from Brussels to Amiens passes by, and on a clear day you can even see a panoramic view of the city of Amiens in the distance. Everyone knew that Britain and France were massing more troops there in an attempt to seize the strategic initiative on the Western Front. The German soldiers around him looked serious. They never worried about the stupid tactics of the British and French, only about the terrible poison gas that fell from the sky.

This was the position of the Bavarian volunteers, and the brave and fearless Bavarian warriors had already made the British and French fools suffer. ^//^ Everyone in the 16th Infantry Regiment at this moment knows that there is a special infantry squad composed of all non-commissioned officers and students of the [Chinese] country. Squad leader Liu Mingzhao, deputy squad leader Long Yun, machine gunner Dongfang Chen, deputy machine gunner Lu Han, grenadier Le Shiwen, assaulter Xiao Jinyun (Xiao Anguo's nephew), Meng Lang, demoman Zhang Wei, infantry Liao Changfeng and so on.

Keep in mind that these are as young as 21 years old. A name that is up to 30 years old!

In the past few decades, a total of 587 army students sent by the Republic of China have studied at the German Army Academy in Germany, and many talented generals have appeared later, and a total of 107 non-commissioned officers and students of the German Army in World War I have been active on various fronts, but there has never been a small group like them who have come out of the bloody mud of Artois and stepped into the world military stage together! Many years later, Mr. Sampson, a well-known American war correspondent, gave them a vivid name. German Nine.

There are a total of 12 middle ** people and 3 Bavarian German infantrymen in the national class, and those three seats were also partners who came to Europe to study, but many people have been sacrificed since the Scorching Sun Fortress. Of course, these young cadets have not yet shown much talent, and they enjoy a brief period of peace like all young people in the trenches. Liu Mingzhao and Long Yun scramble for the French telescope to look outside. Dongfang Chen held the German-made Han II light machine gun to check the receiver, Lu Han and Meng Lang stuffed bullets into the machine gun magazine, Le Shiwen carried two large bags of 50 mm grenades from the supply station and bragged to his German counterpart that the grenadier was "invented with his assistance", and Zhang Wei was teaching three new German partners to speak Chinese. The expression of being a teacher in his heart deceived the three stupid birds into contributing their treasured cigarettes. Liao Changfeng, who was on vigil, was snoring, and the remaining partners were also crowded into other German teams to brag and fart.

"I can't find out when this small group was formed, and I don't know what led them to end up following their commanders to wage one terrible but glorious war after another, and I interviewed many veterans of the First World War in Bavaria, all of whom pointed to the same time. June 12, 1915. It was the day before the Second Battle of Artois took a big turn. Five reserve motorized infantry divisions from the Rhine had arrived behind them waiting for orders, and 118 terrifying steel behemoths were crossing the Belgian-French border by train. That. The 3rd Battalion of the 16th Bavarian Regiment, where the national class is located, got an order, and the official nasty mustache who conveyed the order, and then a group in charge of half of the steel torrent in the East was born! —Singner-Sampson, U.S. Contributor.

"It was a maroon Don warhorse, and the Führer had been fond of Cossacks and Don hippos ever since." This is how a Bavarian veteran who was present at the time recalled. But the fact is that His Excellency Adolf on horseback was thinking about whether to slaughter it, because this damned Slavic war horse did not understand the will to fight of the great Prussian Empire, and on the way to the front, he fell under his feet and was delayed for ten minutes.

"Captain Highfield, the regimental commander needs you and your battalion to support the bridge, and the bridge must be protected until noon tomorrow anyway." His Excellency Adolf jumped off his horse and rushed into the battalion, a young Austrian herald who was famous at the regimental headquarters for writing letters to King Ludwig III of Bavaria asking to go to the front, not only because he had been promoted to corporal when he first arrived, but also because he had a eloquent mouth and was said to be able to recite several of Nietzsche's great books.

But the battalion commander of Hayfield hated Nietzsche, because the French used coarse paper to print Nietzsche's books, and they couldn't wipe their butts with it. Of course, he hated the task even more: "Is this true? Let's have a battalion to protect the bridge until tomorrow at noon? Oh, God! French idiots with two balls opposite! "We can't pump more troops, reinforcements will arrive in the middle of the night, and the railway bridge is very important for our counteroffensive."

"Well, it's a damn mission." The reserve captain from Bavaria nodded, and like all German officers, he was full of grumbling before setting off, but after receiving the order, he became resolute and calm, and under his order, the third battalion quickly prepared for departure.

"Liu Mingzhao." His Excellency Adolf was thrilled every time he saw the army set off, even if it was just an ordinary infantry battalion. When he saw the [Zhong] national class who was packing his things, he immediately shouted. I have to say that he is very talented in language, and he can call Liu Mingzhao's Chinese name with relatively accurate pronunciation in just a few contacts.

Liu Mingzhao and the others also knew Adolf, and even had a very good relationship, because they were in the quagmire of war and had to rely on these heralds if they wanted to get news from the outside world and the motherland. Long Yun threw over a pistol seized from the judicial officer, Liu Mingzhao took it and handed it to Adolf: "Corporal Adolf, this is a trophy for you." ”

"Is it a French idiot?"

"It's a colonel, and we caught him."

"It's amazing, I love it." At this time, Adolf was still a promising young man, without too many racist ideas, and was very welcoming to those who helped his country. Of course, he also brought feedback, taking out a thick stack of newspapers from his small bag and handing it to Liu Mingzhao. In the whirlpool of war thousands of miles away, being able to get news from his hometown made the [Chinese] national class boil, but it was too late to take a few more glances at the battalion commander of Highfield and shouted.

"Come on, follow me!"

There is not a single superfluous nonsense, but the deep voice is so moving, this is the German soldiers! They have the best tactical literacy, the strictest discipline, the best equipment, and even more iron will. The [China] national class, which has been fighting with them in the trenches for almost a year, has gradually understood what a real soldier is in the fierce battles again and again.

The troops began to walk towards the railway bridge, five kilometers away, and after a moment cheers erupted, looking up to see several Haidongqing emblazoned with the Iron Cross emblem like falcons towards the French Newport fleet on the other side of the Somme.

Zhang Cai was also a student sent by the Republic of China, and he and 15 other partners came specifically to learn aircraft manufacturing and piloting, and after the war, they were also incorporated into the German flying team according to the agreement at that time. It seems that being on the battlefield has delayed my studies, but in fact, when I was repairing the aircraft with those professional mechanics, I learned more than I had in a few years in the classroom. This time, he was tasked with working with the Army to protect the railroad bridge, but at this time he didn't know that his army buddies were down there, because his attention was all drawn to those Newports.

As the arm in the lead machine danced, Zhang Cai quickly deflected the lever to the left, and the war eagle let out a hissing and quickly lowered the altitude. Before the French pilot could understand what he was going to do, Hai Dongqing, who had already had four downdown marks engraved on the nose, quickly lowered his altitude and actually shuttled under their belly. When all the heads were twisted back, Hai Dongqing in his pupils had already risen almost vertically, and the 260-horsepower engine burst out with strong power, and after a while, it rose to a height that the Newports could not reach, drawing a beautiful arc in the sky and then flying upside down and forcibly inserting into the middle of Newport.

The trigger was pulled, and two MG8 aviation machine guns protruded long tongues of fire, one Newport broke its wings after being hit, and the second Newport began to circle around, but was chased by two rolls and killed again!

Eyes huā confused! Unbeatable!

In the high aerial observation tower of Amiens City, the civil affairs observer who had just arrived at the front line, the first-generation ace pilot Xue Muhua, deliberately exclaimed to Zhang Xiaozhun who came with him: "It's Yu Lei turning!" The Germans actually learned the combat maneuver technique we invented. ”

The French translator and his colleagues were in a state of frustration!!