With his eyes open, a gray biplane fighter painted with an iron cross whistled through the low sky, the nose of the plane sprayed tongues of flame, and it was clear that the plane was firing at its own target.

With the sharp howl of the friction of the air current, the bullets hit the sandbags and splashed dirt, making people can't help but squint their eyes.

Isn't it? A world history lesson can also be crossed? Isn't it just a story about the successful battles of the Wehrmacht? As for throwing people on the battlefield like this, right? Gu Changge thought with tears and laughter.

Just a few minutes ago, he was standing on the podium of a history class at Tsinghua University, as a young and promising teaching assistant, while throwing winks at the beautiful woman in the middle of the second row, while impassionedly telling about the incomparable power of the German war plane.

But the sad thing is: because of lack of concentration, he stepped on the leaking electric door, and said goodbye to his beautiful and unknown life.

The good news is that Gu Changge is not dead, and the bad news is that he has crossed over, and he has crossed over to a German soldier with a strong Ruhr industrial accent as soon as he opens his mouth - he doesn't know whether he is handsome or not, but he knows that his body is much taller than before, and unfortunately, this news is actually not good news on the battlefield where bullets are flying everywhere.

Looking at the Mauser 1898 standard rifle in his hand, he must not have a big rank, not because he didn't understand the division of epaulettes, but because this unlucky body was wearing a military coat, looking at the scorched hole in his chest and dried bloodstains, Gu Changge knew that this coat was estimated to be ninety percent from other corpses.

Gu Changge was trying to identify the time and place he was, and when he wanted to turn over and look at the position in front of him, a German soldier shouted loudly beside him.

"Accardo, you idiot, bullets, give me bullets!" The voice was hoarse, full of Austrian accents, and Accardo realized that there was a machine-gun position next to him, and two German soldiers were holding Maxim heavy machine guns, desperately firing forward.

He didn't care about anything else, and quickly turned over to look for ammunition, and on the other side of his lying body, around an open ammunition box, there were several long bullet chains scattered around.

He hurriedly picked up a chain of bullets, and after only a few crawls, handed the bullet to the sub-shooter in charge of installing the ammunition in the trench, and then Accardo hurriedly rolled to the side, not taking a breath.

God testifies, squatting with heavy machine gun positions is absolutely no different from looking for death, the primary targets of those opposing small-caliber mortars are these machine gun positions, generally speaking, according to the experience summed up in the Second World War, after 30 seconds of exposure of heavy machine gun positions, it is best to move quickly.

God knows how long this machine gun position has been fighting, but at this time it is better to hide far away, in case there is heavy fire suppression on the opposite side and a shell falls, it does not matter whether it is a machine gunner or not.

Before Accardo could roll away, the surrounding area began to explode, and apparently the grandsons on the opposite side began to fire back, using nothing else but small-caliber mortar shells.

"Grandson, can't the hell be on time? Master, I'm 10 meters away, and I can still eat until I hang?" Acardo shouted a little like crying.

It seems that the weapons of the First World War, as well as the technology, are all different from the familiar Second World War, and the great powers are really improving little by little, and no one can become a fat man in one bite.

As the cannon fire faded away, Accardo looked at the machine-gun position he had just been in, where tongues of fire were still spewing and the two accomplices were slaughtering the enemy on the opposite side unscathed.

"Isn't it, are you?" Accardo went from wanting to cry to crying and laughing in an instant.

Hurriedly climbed backwards for a few meters, retreated to the infantry trench, presumably the machine gun position had a chain of bullets that he had just sent over, and could hold out for a few minutes, Accardo had to do a little consideration for his own safety.

Since ancient times, I have either woken up on the battlefield and found that I was lucky not to die after the battle, or I was able to develop science and technology for three or five years in the peaceful years, and how many of them were so unlucky that they were abused on the front line as soon as they came up?

Accardo had a feeling of being discriminated against, and finally felt the feeling of hanging in the air through his leather boots on his toes, he knew that the trench was behind him, and he rolled down the trench as soon as he turned over, don't look at the posture is not good-who looks up in the battlefield is **** - CCTV stood on a high place and shouted with a pistol raised, absolutely no one lived to the founding of the People's Republic of China.

"Damn!" Accardo fell into the trench with a, the trench of the First World War was not what Accator could imagine, the trench was nearly two and a half meters deep, and there was nearly thirty centimeters of sewage in it.

This time it was a miserable fall for Accardo, he fell so hard that he remembered that in order to resist heavy artillery fire, the trenches of World War I were generally dug nearly three meters deep, and in some places even five meters, although he knew, but he really didn't remember it at the critical moment.

"Accardo, you idiot! Before the enemy rushes up, you're afraid of being like this. Accardo got up and struggled to maintain his image as he circled around looking for his rifle when he heard a "greeting" from his comrade.

"Cannonball!" Before Accardo could find his teammate who spoke, a shout rang out, and a group of soldiers who were watching the excitement hurriedly leaned towards the trench, and Accardo didn't care to find a rifle, so he hurriedly held his head and ran into the corner like a rat crossing the street, curling up and down in a ball.

"Tom, tom!" two muffled sounds sounded not far away, like a cannonball that hadn't completely exploded, and Accardo was quiet in the corner for a few seconds, a short but very important time, for he thought of many, many words, yes, words.

World War I, German defensive operations, silent shells...... Not too loud shells...... Not a dud, because the shell is not not sounding, but not too loud...... What kind of cannonball is not too loud? Accardo, curled up in a ball, looked at his equipment in his arms.

A long bayonet, a deflated kettle, a large cloth bag with bits and pieces, and a barrel box with a gas mask, it's all there...... Wait a minute, gas masks, cannonballs that don't sound too loud? fuck me!

In a hurry, he quickly opened the box, took out a gas mask that seemed to be new, and began to put it on his face in a desperate way. While putting on his gas mask, Accardo already faintly smelled a strange smell similar to mustard.

Mucus began to gush out of his nasal cavity as if he had caught a cold, and Accardo, who had resisted breathing, finally put on his gas mask, and looked out through the blurred lenses, the world became distorted, and a faint smoke enveloped the surroundings, and the sound of crying, howling, and vomiting and cursing came from all directions, and Accardo began to walk towards the ladder not far away, little by little.

A trench more than two meters high, it is impossible to climb up, and Accardo, who has just learned a lesson, will not be so two. Why don't you run? With a gas mask -- especially one of not very good quality, you run and try it? Breathing jams and forces you to take off your gas mask, that's suicide......

As he walked, Accardo took out a scarf of his own from his grocery pocket and wrapped it around his right hand, the back of his left hand, which was already red and began to itch.

Mustard poison gas, a very deadly poison gas that Accardo understands, is simple and domineering, it is simply a realistic version of "three thousand to kill you". This poison gas is very effective for the skin, eyes, and respiratory tract. It is definitely a must-have medicine for murder and arson, seeking money and killing people.

By the time Accardo walked to the ladder, there was already a bunch of unlucky guys lying around the ladder, poison gas was definitely a novelty these days, even if the commanders repeatedly insisted that the poison gas was powerful, even if the departments at all levels equipped everyone with gas masks, even if the company commanders and platoon commanders had taught them how to wear gas masks - there were still people who didn't bring them, there were still people who forgot to bring them, and there were still people who didn't have time to bring them......

When Accardo climbed the ladder, there were still people pulling his boots at his feet, and Accardo could even feel the palm of his hand slapping the top of his feet, but he didn't dare to stop, and he didn't have the ability to save people.

When he climbed the ladder and climbed out of the trench. There was very little sound everywhere, and the gas mask was extremely uncomfortable to wear, and some people couldn't hold back and took it off after running dozens of meters, so they died faster because of their faster metabolism, faster breathing, and faster heart rate.

In the smoke that was not thick, Accardo felt that his left hand was already slightly painful, and his left hand had begun to blister, but he still didn't dare to run fast, only dared to walk backwards step by step, he didn't want to die, he didn't want to die in the cold.

Tears couldn't stop flowing, he knew that it was because his eyes were irritated, fortunately he wore a gas mask very neatly, his eyes were only stimulated, and did not lose its effect, although the nasal cavity was as uncomfortable as a cold, but it was not a big problem, although it was uncomfortable to breathe, but it could still maintain the oxygen needed by the body. The smoke was already thin, and it was not far from the edge of the gas.

Although his bare left hand was slightly painful and swollen with blisters, it was more sensitive, and Accardo felt a faint wind—he almost cried at this moment, and the direction of the wind was ...... Advantageous.

It seems that God does not intend to let Accardo return to the west again within ten minutes after crossing, and after walking for dozens of steps, a gust of wind blew, and the faint poisonous gas finally dissipated.

There are still people alive on the ground, and the screams are getting closer, more and more vibrant, and this is a good thing to be thankful that you still have the strength to cry out after so many people have died.

"My eyes!God!my eyes!I can't see!" a young soldier screamed as he covered his face as Accardo passed in the direction he was walking.

"Hold on to my shoulders, and I'll take you out of this damn place. Accardo kindly walked over and said vaguely through his gas mask.

The soldier seemed to grasp the straw and said in a wailing voice, "Thank you, thank you." ”

"One catches the other!I'll lead the way!I can see the way!Follow me!Left and right!," Ccardo shouted loudly with all his might, and although the voice of the gas mask was not high, many people touched it, and some of them helped shout, and the long line became more and more spectacular, and became a scenery that no one could appreciate.

"You are such a good soldier! You are worth learning from! You are so calm in the face of poison gas for the first time!" said the soldier behind Accardo as he walked, regaining a little courage. Accardo saw the man's rank as he held him up, a corporal.

Accardo introduced himself as he walked: "Hello, sir, I am a private. His name is Accardo, Accardo Rudolph. ”

"It's been a pleasure to meet you. The young man behind him politely replied, "My name is Adolf Hitler." is a corporal. ”

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