Some warriors seemed to want to burst out of the fire, but this method was clearly futile, and the flames entangled and tore at them like a beating demon until it dragged them into an endless and painful abyss.

At this time, another "Stuka" swooped down with a sharp whistle, and it dropped an aerial bomb on the side of a barracks building.

The bomb passed through the wall from the second floor of the building and then smashed into the load-bearing beams on the first floor, and Luo Xian could even see the splashing cement around him.

With a loud "boom", a ball of flames erupted from the entire floor, and sawdust, glass, and even the entire wooden door were blown outward.

One end of the building held out for a few more moments in the flames and smoke, like an old man who had lost his crutches, trembling and shaking, before finally collapsing from the bottom up and turning into a pile of rubble.

The bombardment did not stop for a moment, after the artillery stopped, some soldiers brought in dirt to cover the burning fire, but unfortunately the charred soldiers could not wake up, and the air was filled with a foul smell, which was very depressing.

"Prepare for battle!" the command came from the mouths of the warriors.

The attack just now was nothing more than an appetizer for the German offensive, and the ground forces were the real attack.

"Damn!" Luo Xian also immediately performed his duties as a hygienist, collecting lightly or seriously wounded soldiers on the battlefield and sending them to temporary health centers for treatment, although he did not know if there were enough doctors and nurses here.

With the cat on his waist, Luo Xian quickly shuttled through the trenches, in the words of the Soviet soldiers, like an agile lynx among the trees, this moment was still at this end of the trench, and the next moment, Vasily's figure appeared at the corner of the trench.

The temporary sanitation site was set up in a row of two-storey buildings, built on a single block of concrete, covered with nearly two meters of earth and stones, planted with green grass and shrubs, which looked like a tall mound of earth to outsiders if not viewed from the front.

Bombardment is rare and ineffective, and it will only work unless the dropped bomb hits the front of the hidden building. The attacks that fell on it were neutralized by a thick layer of dirt, and the ground in front of the building was littered with grass clippings and dirt.

The doors and windows of the front door of the sanitary post were shattered, glass and wood chips were everywhere, and it seems that this area had also been attacked, probably because the previous attack was not effective, and the Germans turned their attention to the targeted barracks.

There were no trenches here, so Luo Xian had to carry the wounded out of the gentle slope of the trench and run more than 100 meters on the open ground before rushing into the sanitary point.

There is no problem with physical strength for Luo Xian, although the Soviet fighters are generally tall, but they are relatively thin and weak due to long-term lack of nutrition, and they are not at all like the beer belly of later generations.

"Doctor, there are wounded here!" Luo Xian rushed in with a wounded man on his back, only to find that the first room that had been destroyed was empty, only two soldiers guarded in the corner, and several desks and filing cabinets had been knocked down and set up as a makeshift guard point.

The soldier nodded at Luo Xian and motioned for Luo Xian to send the wounded inside, apparently for the safety of treatment and surgery, the wounded and doctors and nurses were placed in the depths of the building, not affected by the artillery fire at all.

There were no windows at all, there was no air circulation, and the electricity was extremely unstable because of the attack, with a few electric lights flickering on and off.

The few rooms I entered, all empty, without any equipment, were just full of ropes, on which hung pieces of changing sheets and countless bandages. Luo Xian followed the cries of the wounded to a large room that had been opened, where a dozen beds were placed, and only half of them were lying a few soldiers.

The warrior was wrapped in gauze, soaked in blood, and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

A doctor in a white coat, wearing a mask and glasses, was operating on an injured man, and a blackened wound on his thigh was cut open, and several tweezers turned the wound open. When Luo Xian came in with the injured on his back, he happened to see a stream of crimson blood gushing out of the wound, and the right half of the doctor's face was covered with blood, and even the lenses of his glasses were red.

But the doctor didn't have time to wipe it down, and continued to do the operation intently, lighting him with a few spotlights, and it seemed that the power was used here.

The aunt and nurse on the side took out gauze and quickly wiped the blood from the doctor's eyes, so as not to block his vision, and then turned her head to see Luo Xian who came in.

"Put it on a bed without sheets, will you stop the bleeding? If he bleeds, cover his wound first. We'll check him out after the surgery to see if he needs immediate treatment. The nurse didn't ask anything, but spoke first, "Please send those soldiers to the next room, we don't have enough manpower." ”

Luo Xian didn't speak, just nodded, carefully put the unconscious wounded on his back on the hospital bed, and then sent several fighters lying on the bed covered with sheets to the next room, and then turned to leave.

The battle continues, and the wounded and dead are still waiting for him to carry them.

Luo Xian didn't notice that at the moment when he sent the wounded to the health point ward, a pitch-black notebook in his arms suddenly lit up.

The wounded were also severe, and some fighters who were able to move despite being wounded through the wounds usually took out hemostatic powder and bandages in the trenches to treat themselves. Only some fighters who were so badly wounded that they could not fight, fell unconscious, or even died needed to be transported by Luo Xian.

The battle was going on, and bullets were flying on the trench all the time, and from time to time stray bullets hit the soil layer on one side of the trench, which was extremely dangerous for Luo Xian, who had to keep coming and going.

The Soviet soldiers were crouching in the trenches, and this time the battle was finally controlled at a distance of 500 meters, even to 600 meters, and it seems that Comrade Zavrilov, the commander of the regiment, adjusted the battle plan according to the previous battle and effectively controlled the progress of the battle.

At this distance, the Germans' submachine guns could not attack at all, and mortars could not be used, the most obvious is that the Soviet Mosin Nagant rifles can attack this range, plus the scope, the effective range is up to 800 meters, although at dawn, the enemy at a distance of 500 meters is only a small point.

What's more, Major Zavrilov also confessed that the rearranged machine gunners kept an eye on the German mortars.

As soon as a German soldier tried to set up a mortar, several machine guns would immediately fire pellets at the position until they were beaten into a sieve.

For a time, the German army was pressed at a distance of about 500 meters and could not advance, and groups of German soldiers who rushed forward fell in a pool of blood, and dozens of people were shot in an instant.

The German offensive was thwarted.

Moreover, the petrol bombs that had been dropped before caused many burns, and although some of them were extinguished, the smoke caused by the burning did not dissipate for a long time, causing thick smoke to billowing everywhere on the position, and the German artillery and air force could no longer lock on to accurate targets.

Most of the wounded rescued by Luo Xian were soldiers who were wounded in the first battle, and he tirelessly ran back and forth between the trenches and the sanitary points again and again, in exchange for the respect that the soldiers gradually developed.

Because although they are not afraid of death, they don't want to die, and they don't want to die in obscurity in the trenches without anyone cares, Luo Xian's appearance at least made them find that they are taken care of regardless of life and death, and they will not be abandoned on the battlefield, and they may be crushed into pulp by the German tanks in the end.

By the time the Germans found that the attack was weak and began to retreat, Roson had already sent seventeen seriously wounded to the makeshift health point, and the hospital beds under his control had already been filled.

Looking at Luo Xian, who was sweating profusely, the aunt and nurse changed the gauze to wipe the sweat for him, "Take a rest, my young man." Even Dr. Ulrick, including you, can't lift his hands. The enemy launched a surprise attack in the early hours of the morning and trapped us here, and the medical battalion was on the side of the Warren fortress, and I don't know what the situation is now. The Germans came from the south and wanted to come to the Volyn fortress in a worse situation than we did. Yurik is the doctor on duty in the barracks, and it won't take long for him to get tired and lying down on his stomach alone, and we are running out of medicines and medical equipment. There were still some in the warehouse, but now they are crushed under the rubble or burned in the fire. ”

Luo Xian not only ran to the sanitation point seventeen times, but also sent dozens of sacrificed soldiers to other places, waiting for them to be buried on the spot after their identity registration, and now his whole body is trembling from exhaustion. He had never run so high-intensity, not only to dodge bullets on the battlefield, but also to fight for the last chance of treatment for the soldiers who were constantly bleeding blood.

The decision to bury the bodies of the soldiers, rather than simply burn them, was made because the Major believed that even if they eventually lost the Brest Fortress, one day the Soviet Red Army would return to the area, and then the dead soldiers would find a cemetery for the dead soldiers to place their bodies, and the Heroic Spirits would eventually return to heaven.

The sound of rifles on the battlefield gradually thinned out, and the continuous firing of machine guns did not sound for a long time.

Luo Xian had time to sit near the sanitary point, and he was gasping for breath in a collapsed corner, he was not only very tired now, but also thirsty and hungry. It seems that he hasn't eaten for a long time, and the continuous fierce running has made his physical energy depleted quickly, and it is estimated that if he comes again, he will really lie down.

Luo Xian, who was sitting on the ground, gasped for breath before he found that something seemed to be hard against his stomach.

Peeled off his military uniform, reached in and touched it, took it out and looked at it, and was stunned.

A small black notebook the size of half a palm, with four large characters written on it, "Death Diary", was exactly what he was familiar with.

What's wrong with this thing? And it's changed, is it because I'm here?!

The original 32-carat notebook shrunk by half, only 64-carat size, not to mention, the four words on it turned out to be composed of red flames, which kept beating in Luo Xian's eyes.

Luo Xian thought that he was dazzled, and hurriedly reached out to touch it, and when the tip of his finger brushed the word death, the flame split a little flame and jumped to the end of his finger, and then burned on his finger, which immediately startled Luo Xian, and quickly shook his finger hard, wanting to shake the flame off his fingertips.

It's a pity that everything was in vain, the flames were firmly attached to Luo Xian's fingers, and seemed to become one with him, becoming a part of his body, and when Luo Xian was about to jump up from the ground in a hurry, a voice sounded in his ears, and he was immediately startled.

"Silly boy, are you afraid, don't worry, he won't hurt you, because he is you, you are him. ”

Luo Xian could forget the flame on his finger at this moment, but he couldn't forget this voice, because it was so special, as if there was a great temptation attracting him.

Because this voice is the owner of the mysterious notebook, the old man who forced him to call Master.

"Old man, are you here too?Why can't I see you?Why am I here?What is a notebook?" Luo Xian was like a life-saving straw at this moment, and a series of non-stop questions came out of his mouth.

"If you called me Master before, I naturally won't harm you, but this is not the place to talk, you find a quiet place, and I will explain it in detail to you. ”

Luo Xian went back and forth to the trenches, the sanitation point, and the burial ground many times, so he naturally knew which places were secluded, and immediately found a place where no one was to pretend to rest.

"When the place arrived, your old man said it~" Luo Xian came here alone, and when he met the Soviet-German war, he had been isolated and helpless, and his heart was depressed, and the old man who suddenly recognized him at random seemed to follow, and immediately wanted to know what was going on.

"A teacher for one day, a father for life. You know, from now on, you and I are one, if you are an apprentice, you should teach yourself with your heart, and teach you to practice spells, you can enter the immortal gate. And you should also abide by your own heart, respect the teacher, and not change the heart of others. Can you do it?" The old man's words slowly sounded in Luo Xian's ears, but they were like a thunderbolt.

Luo Xian is not a stupid person, he suddenly came to this World War II world, he can't figure out his head, and now he recognizes the cheap master is willing to come out to explain to him, what else is there to complain about? And in the previous world, he was already mortal, listening to the master's words, it seems that he has other opportunities, he can live another life, what can he not be satisfied?

Luo Xian is also a loyal and filial person, who knows how to be grateful and reciprocate, otherwise the poor life of his childhood would have planted a distorted shadow in his heart. The ruthlessness of his father, the early death of his mother, and the days of being raised by society did not make him resentful and revenge, but under the care of his grandmother in the welfare home, he learned to embrace and be strong. Not to harm others, but to save people, this is his attitude to repay the society.

The old man's words were naturally equal in Luo Xian's opinion. Teacher, so preaching and receiving karma to solve doubts. If people are not born to know, how can they be free from confusion and not follow the teacher, and they will be confused and will not be able to solve it. Now Luo Xian is very confused, what is going on here? There are people who are willing to be teachers and solve his doubts, this is a very good thing.

Luo Xian immediately stood up and said seriously, "The parents of those who gave birth to me, and the master who taught me." Today, I'm willing to... I don't know the name of the old man..."

"The surname Lu is Xihua. ”

"Today, I wish to worship Lu Xihua as a teacher, and from then on, respect the teacher, respect the teacher, study diligently, and have no rebellion in this life. Heaven and earth are witnesses, if this oath is violated..."

"Okay, needless to say, it's good if you have this heart, don't talk nonsense about this thing. Now you will kneel to the north and prostrate nine times, and it will be completed. ”

Luo Xian had already learned the general direction of the place from the soldiers and nurses, and immediately kowtowed to the north.

After nine times, get up.

"Okay, Xian'er, you remember, before you, I still have two disciples, one male and one female, you are ranked third, and you should be the third disciple under the master's seat. ”

"Master, when others worship their teachers, they all bow three times, why do I have to bow nine times?"

"Apprentice, you don't know that the teacher is the king of heaven and earth, and nine is the extreme, so he naturally deserves it. Today, I will let you know where you came to be a teacher and why you are here. ”

Before Luo Xian could speak, a piece of information suddenly poured into Luo Xian's mind, and after a while, Luo Xian came to his senses, his body staggered, almost unable to stand, reminiscing about what he had just known, "How lucky!"

"Fortunately and unfortunate, Xian'er, you have a good heart, and the road to becoming an immortal is not easy to walk, I'm afraid that your body will not be able to keep it!"

Luo Xian was suddenly shocked, before he had time to heat his body, why was it gone, "Master, why did you say this?"

"Hehe, disciple, the "Dizang Sutra" was entrusted to you by the old man of Jizo, and he has his own calculations. But the path of Jizo is neither life nor death, how can you hold it as a living person? Jizo, Jizo, patience and immobility like the earth, meditation is as deep as a secret treasure. If you want to do this, you can only bury yourself deep in the ground, change life and death, and be miserable. But you have great virtue, I'm afraid this is also the reason why Jizo Lao'er takes a fancy to you. ”

"Why?"

"Let's not talk about the fact that you are the life of Wuqu Xingjun, let's just say that you have the fire in your hand..."

"What's wrong with the fire?"

"For the teacher, you are walking on the Thunder Avenue, but you are full of fire. I contacted you before, and the teacher wanted to cross your thunder to improve your body, but I didn't make any progress, so I knew that you had a great background. The fire is good, burn everything, your predecessor was burned to death is not accidental, but from this walk on the path of the underworld, no wonder the Jizo Sutra is staring at you. It's just that the teacher immediately changed time and space and cut off the underworld, so that his plan to hide the old man would fail. ”

"Master, I don't understand what you're saying, what should the apprentice do?" Luo Xian was about to cry, and suddenly, he heard that he had many secrets on his body, and he was also targeted by Jizang. Jizang is called Lao Er in the mouth of the master, and the origin of the master is not small. Jizo is a bodhisattva, so what is the origin of the master? This is involved, Luo Xian can't think about it without a headache.

"How can I lose this Jizo Sutra? The disciple doesn't want to be a monk~"

"What are you going to do with it? Who said that if you learn the Dizang Sutra, you have to become a monk? You can use it to get out of your own path to becoming an immortal!"

"Huh?"

"Ahhhhh As I said earlier, fire represents destruction, and now that you are a living being, you naturally cannot control this power, so it is better to turn from life to death, and control the mystery of fire with the help of the mysteries of the earth. Are you afraid of death?"

"Master, this is naturally a little scary. ”

"Huh?"

"Well, Master, don't be afraid. ”

"That's good, the way to be a teacher is that since fire is your foundation, it is better to burn yourself directly, turn yourself into ashes, burn it thoroughly, and when the time comes, from life to death, and then from death to life, you can get a glimpse of the hidden power of life and death!"