Somme front. At daylight, a meat grinder, which stretches for 70 kilometers, is numbly and noisily speeding up after devouring the blood of more than 100,000 people in the previous 24 hours.

More than 7,000 artillery pieces bombarded each other, 1.3 million officers and soldiers were baptized in the barrage, and the unprecedented large-scale killing game in human history had just ended and warmed up and entered the main play, but for Nie Wenqing, who was in a ruined communication trench in the German defense line at this time, what he saw in front of him was just endless mud.

The sound of shells detonation near and far seemed to be tens of thousands of drums beating at the same time, which shook Nie Wenqing's eardrums, and shrapnel flew over his head, making his scalp tingle, and occasionally one or two shrapnel hit the wall of the trench, and the dirt was blurry.

The riding boots poked deep and shallow in the muddy water mixture at the bottom of the trench and reached the ankle, and he was no longer surprised by the various forms of human body fragments that could be reached in three or two steps, but just stared at the slender back of Corporal Hitler in front of him and blindly followed closely, even so, our poor little handsome Nie Wenqing still couldn't avoid being hit by the sturdy Lieutenant Goering behind him from time to time with the momentum of a wild boar arch chrysanthemum.

"Lieutenant Goering," Nie Wenqing finally couldn't help but turn around and protest after once again smearing his face with muddy water rich in human protein, "I really can't see that you are an injured person, you are about to arch me into hell." ”

"It is because I am wounded," Lieutenant Goering puffed out. "I'm sorry, but I feel like my feet are a little disobedient."

Nie Wenqing wiped his face and sighed: "Then can you walk in front of me?" ”

"No," Goering replied firmly, "Corporal Hitler told me to follow you, in case you fall behind." ”

"So what if you fall behind?"

"I have enough fat on me to last me until I am rescued."

Nie Wenqing glanced at Ge Lin's slightly raised belly: "You can't be left behind, you said that you would send me back in person, follow me closely, but you should move lightly." ”

"I'll be gentle next time."

Somehow, Goering's seemingly innocent smile made Nie Wenqing can't help but tighten the chrysanthemum, and as soon as he hurriedly turned around, he ran into Hitler's suspicious gaze unexpectedly.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh...... Nothing, not what you think ......"

As soon as the words came out, Nie Wenqing really wanted to choke his throat: There are no three hundred taels of silver here, and I am wise or something...... Fortunately, Hitler didn't hear anything, but said lightly: "There is a section in front that has been blown up, and we have to crawl over the ground and pray to your god." ”

Suddenly, a shuttle of bullets from nowhere hit the wall of the trench, and the dirt splashed, and the three of them reflexively dodged, but more bullets came one after another, so that the three of them could not raise their heads.

"Damn, your own people beat your own people." Goering rubbed his scalp and said indignantly.

Hitler listened sideways for a while, and calmly analyzed: "No, such a firing frequency, it should be a Lewis machine gun." ”

Nie Wenqing was anxious: "British? They chased after them so quickly? ”

"It's probably the team that infiltrated the night last night." Hitler tilted his head. Pulling out a grenade from his waist, "It looks like the other side only has one machine gun, and we still have a chance." ”

"What are you going to do?" Nie Wenqing clenched the Luger P08 pistol in his hand, and his own Hanyang one-year navy pistol had disappeared at some point.

"I'm here to get their attention, you guys crawl over there."

"And what do you do?"

Hitler unscrewed the bottom cover of the grenade, wrapped the pull rope around his fingers, and said seemingly without pressure: "You will cover me when you arrive, and if you are in a hurry, you can leave me alone, and I will solve the problem myself." ”

"We won't leave you behind." Nie Wenqing was inexplicably a little arrogant.

As if he hadn't heard it again, Hitler blinked to himself and said, "I'll count to three, and you'll rush out." ”

After speaking, he suddenly jumped up, raised his hand and threw the mud-stained grenade in the direction where the bullet came.

"One!"

In the heart-shaking cannon sound of the distant and near overlapping, the explosion of a grenade dozens of meters away was so weak that it was difficult to distinguish, Nie Wenqing hesitated, turned back suddenly, and explained to Goering word by word: "If I am injured halfway and can't crawl, please give me two shots, I must aim at the head to shoot, understand?" ”

Goering grinned, "I said I was going to send you back." If you can't climb, whether it's on your back or in your arms, I'll definitely keep my promise to the end. ”

Nie Wenqing frowned: "Don't care about any promises, in short, if you see that I have the possibility of being captured, kill me." ”

"Two!"

Hitler began firing from the Mauser 98 rifle in his hand, and with each shot he had to duck back into the trench and pull the bolt again – all while drawing a long shuttle of machine-gun bullets in response.

"I can't do that," Goering slung his rifle over his shoulder, "and we've got to go." ”

Nie Wenqing was even more anxious: "Listen to me, I know too much, I can't be captured......"

Goering smiled and grabbed his hand: "I understand this, but I still can't do it, Nie, whatever becomes of you, I'll take you back, but I won't shoot at you - although I'm a good hunter." ”

"Three! You two get out of here! ”

Hitler roared as he threw the second and last grenade.

"Let's go!"

Goering tugged hard, but before Nie Wenqing could react, the person had already left the trench and fell down in the mud in an instant, and the tip of his nose almost touched a severed hand with cuffs.

There was still a swishing sound overhead, but it was no longer the frequency of machine-gun fire, and the sparse bullets hit the thick mud and disappeared with a "grunt".

"Climb quickly, the corporal doesn't have many bullets."

Under Goering's urging, Nie Wenqing crawled in with all his strength, and there were circles of mud spots splashed beside him, and soon he couldn't see the human form, and he was almost about to dissolve into this muddy field.

However, in an open area of dozens of meters, Nie Wenqing felt that he had climbed all day. At last he slipped headfirst into the trench, and his heart was still beating wildly, rushing to his throat one after another.

"You hide here and don't move, I'll cover the corporal."

After Goering finished explaining in Nie Wenqing's ear, he got up and pulled the big bolt wildly, quickly attracting the opponent's machine gun fire.

Nie Wenqing shrank in the trench and gritted his teeth for a while, seeing the soil foam on the wall of the trench spilling out, the tendon of the explosive seed somehow caught up with the line again, slammed his head out of the trench, raised the gun with one hand, and shot the magazine in the handle of Luge's gun in one breath.

When he squatted down to change the magazine, Nie Wenqing only felt that his shoulder was pinched by a bear's paw, and Goering's big face blocked the vision in front of him.

"If you don't want to die, stay and don't move!"

"Less nonsense, cover the corporal!"

Goering didn't insist, Nie Wenqing changed the magazine and continued to fire, this time he slowed down the rate of fire, counted in his heart to pull the trigger, and tried to match the rhythm of Goering's bolt and bullet pressing, one long and one short, the two guns shot one after another provoked a more fierce counterattack from the other party, and the surrounding mud and mud dots were like mist, only to hear the sound of "plop", Goering frowned painfully, covered his shoulders and sat back heavily. Red blood gushed from his fingers.

Nie Wenqing hurriedly squatted down and supported Goering: "How are you, wait, I'll bandage you." ”

Goering stretched out his hand and pushed: "Leave me alone, cover the corporal!" ”

Nie Wenqing took a look: What's the matter, there are only less than ten meters left, and Hitler is lying there without moving!

Shot?

Look at his drooping head, you can't go wrong.

What to do?

Regardless of his critical identity, to save a mere corporal?

Rationally......

Nie Wenqing, who was still analyzing step by step in his mind, was already standing outside the trench with his feet in his feet, and couldn't stop silently chanting "Long live the Empress Majesty, Long live the Empress Long live My Emperor, Long live the Empire, Long live the Empire", Nie Wenqing, who was expressionless, jumped a few big steps in the deadly rain of bullets that were sparse and dense. He had already approached the hapless corporal, took his arm, and rushed to the trench with all the strength to feed......

Closer, closer, two more steps, one step, the next quarter of a second...... In the flash of light, Nie Wenqing only felt a numbness in his left leg, and the whole person took Hitler to the left front and fell sharply, "plopping and lala" into a trench more than half a person high.

Goering's big face immediately came up: "Nie, how are you...... You got shot? ”

Nie Wenqing rolled over with one hand, bared his teeth and endured the pain: "I'm fine, look at the corporal, is he still alive?" ”

Goering put his hand in front of Hitler's nose and nodded: "There is still gas." ”

He then groped up and down, until he dragged off the steel helmet on Hitler's head, and found a surprising bullet hole in the back of his head: I saw a half-burst bullet with a lead core slowly popping out of the bullet hole, and the gap between the bullet head and the outer edge of the bullet hole was still slowly oozing blood, and the amount of bleeding was not large, but it was difficult to deal with.

Goering sighed bitterly: "There is no way to bandage it like this, let alone pull out the bullet here, we have to get him back - your leg is injured, I will carry him." ”

Nie Wenqing shook his head: "Your shoulder is also injured, how can you carry it?" We need to bandage our wounds. ”

"I'll bandage your leg first."

"No, I'll bandage your shoulder first, my hands are more convenient."

Before the two of them could give up enough sparks, a sharp whistle suddenly came from outside the trench, and it seemed that a group of people were noisily coming towards this direction.

Goering looked at it, sat down again, and looked dejected: "They rushed over, I ran out of bullets, it looks like I can't run away this time." ”

Nie Wenqing smiled and handed him the Luger pistol: "There should be the last bullet here, kill me, and then you can escape by yourself." ”

Goering took the gun in one hand and looked at it with both sides: "I'd rather kill myself, it's all because of me." If my skills were a little more skillful......"

"No, don't think so, you're implicated because of me, I'm sorry, this time, no, there's no way to help you realize your dreams in this life......"

"No one is allowed to die."

Hitler opened his eyes at some point, and his expression was as if he were a god—and at that moment, the sound of mechanical friction came from behind, accompanied by the heavy fire of Maxim machine guns and small-caliber artillery, and in an instant, the whistle and charge that had once made Goering desperate came to an abrupt end.

At the other end of the traffic trench, shouting reassuring German, two puffs of cigarettes, a small group of German soldiers wearing new steel helmets and gas masks, and submachine guns around their necks stood in front of Nie Wenqing and his party.

The leading officer took off his mask and stretched out his hand to Nie Wenqing with a smile: "Lieutenant Colonel Nie from China? ”

Nie Wenqing sat up with difficulty, and stretched out his hand to greet him from afar: "I'm Nie Wenqing, the Chinese liaison officer, it's really time for you to come, I'm begging this lieutenant to kill me." ”

The corners of the captain's mouth, with a big forehead and long ears, curled: "I don't think this lieutenant will agree to your request - I'm Heinz, the assistant communications officer of the Fifth Army. Captain Guderian, I was ordered to search for you, and I was lucky to find you here - we have a few tanks in place to ensure that you are safely back to the rear, and now you are ready to go? ”

Nie Wenqing closed his half-dead eyes to the ground again: "Take my two friends, especially this Hitler corporal, who was shot in the head and needs immediate medical treatment." ”

"Lieutenant Colonel Nie was shot in the left leg and needs to be bandaged urgently." Goering added.

Nie Wenqing tilted his head: "This Lieutenant Goering also needs emergency ambulance." ”

"No problem, we're well prepared." Lieutenant Guderian nodded in agreement and waved his men to act.

Nie Wenqing folded his hands and muttered a few words, then suddenly stretched out his hand towards Goering and said, "Now it's okay, you and I are blessed by our respective gods, we are finally saved—can you return the gun to me, I want to take it back as a souvenir." ”

Without thinking about it, Goering returned the Luge to Nie Wenqing: "It was the corporal who saved us, and along the way, he was our true god." ”

The young Guderian Ha Lu Ha on the side smiled: "God? If you tell him that 20 years from now, he'll laugh even more than I do...... Glad. ”

……

Over Marmara Island, at an altitude of 1,500 meters, nearly 100 fighters of the Chinese Imperial Army's and Navy's combined air force stationed in Turkey were rumbling through the sky in a strict formation, and on the deep blue sea in front of them, hundreds of large and small Entente ships were the thorny bait, and planes were constantly taking off from a direct deck aircraft carrier on the west coast of Marmara Island and KAO near the inner mouth of the Dardanelles.

This wave of attack formations of the Chinese army included 54 "Haixianglei" four-engine heavy land attack planes of the 101st Land Attack Wing of the Seventh Air Force of the Navy -- 18 of which carried 12 100-kilogram bombs each to carry out horizontal bombing, and the other 36 carried 1 800-kilogram 5 5th 101st Mixed Wing 36 "Yundian" single-engine fighters to escort the battle, and three "Dongfeng" reconnaissance planes accompanying the wing confirmed the results of the battle. Major Qi Peng, a training staff officer of the 101 Mixed Wing, personally piloted an army-type "seismic armor" fighter that had recently arrived at the front line for testing to press the fighter unit of the wing -- nominally, but in fact it was specially designed to escort Lieutenant Liu Wuwei, who flew one of the "Dongfeng" reconnaissance planes, and as for the true identity of this Lieutenant Liu Wuwei, the entire United Air Force except Qi Peng and only the commander, Lieutenant General Ling Yi, knew a little.

The sky began to sparsely bloom with black smoke from anti-aircraft shells, three bright red signal flares rose from the side of the land attack formation, the horizontal bombardment team began to climb, and the 217 squadron followed, at the same time, the lightning strike team circled and descended in two directions, Yang Zhiyong's 209 squadron and Lin Ying's team were left and right, Qi Peng was not interested in any of these, he only had the "east wind" in his eyes - or rather, the paranoid and almost crazy crown prince on the "east wind".

"This time, not an example...... That's all I can do for you......"

Qi Peng muttered to himself, and subconsciously turned his head to the left rear:, enemy planes! 3 planes!

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