The good body of the firefighter in the previous life seems to have been brought over, but I don't know if my appearance has changed. But judging from the tone of the conversation between the bearded man and the instructor just now, I am afraid that he has become a typical Soviet youth.

When Luo Xian picked up his gun again and pretended to aim, he found that the enemy on the opposite side was only five hundred meters away from his position, and the moving figure was particularly clear in his field of vision.

These German soldiers looked quite professional, and this was the first time that Rason had seen how the soldiers fought in reality, although it was only at the level of World War II, but it was also the pinnacle of an era.

They divided into several parts to cover each other's advance, and the machine gunners and mortar crews occupied the high ground and buildings under the cover of the infantry.

This makes Luo Xian, who knows some military operations more or less through various video magazines in modern society, feel cold, after all, watching various military materials is one of the few pleasures in Luo Xian's spare time, and there are many such things as fire stations. In line with the attitude of spending less money, Luo Xian developed the habit of reading books in the reading room.

He didn't know if there was artillery support in his own troops, but if the Germans were to find out the position of the Soviet troops, then the next thing would definitely be artillery suppression.

As the enemy advanced, the distance between the two sides had been reduced to 400 meters.

And at this moment, an officer of the Soviet army was a few dozen meters away, leaning against the trench, slightly propped up, holding a small horn in his hand, and loudly encouraged, "Comrades, the Germans have launched an attack on us, but their attack is doomed to failure." Now, let us put aside our fears, soldiers, the trenches will be your most reliable..."

Before the officer could finish speaking, several mortar shells whistled and landed accurately in the trenches, and the officer who was shouting just now, together with several nearby soldiers, was suddenly thrown into the air by the explosion, and then fell heavily like a broken mud sandbag, and several whimperes were heard, and then quickly disappeared.

That stupid officer, whose self-righteous shouting just now had exposed his position on the battlefield, the Germans naturally would not give up this rare opportunity to demoralize the enemy.

The command thinking of these Soviet officers was still at the level of the First World War, far behind Germany, which had already swept the European and African theaters.

350 meters, 300 meters...

The footsteps of the Germans were already clearly audible, and the Soviet commander still did not give the order to open fire.

Luo Xian's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the fingers holding the rifle gradually turned white and covered with sweat.

After all, the German invasion of the Soviet Union was sudden, and on one side were experienced veterans who had participated in many battles, and on the other hand, there were peasant children who had been temporarily conscripted.

These people were trained for a week or a few days before being put on a train and headed to the battlefield, and many of them were probably shooting for the first time. Many recruits with inaccurate marksmanship will fight randomly at a distance, and there is no hit rate at all.

However, this may not work, although Luo Xian has not had an in-depth understanding of the German and Soviet equipment in World War II, but he also knows that at this moment, the Soviet army's arms and equipment may be far lower than the level of the German army.

If the enemy is brought closer, they will be greeted by artillery suppression.

The Soviet officer who was bombed into the sky just now is the best proof of this. The enemy has mortars, as long as the position of the Soviet troops is figured out, the next thing is continuous artillery fire, and the instructor on his side does not seem to be interested in this gap between the two sides.

Thinking of this, in line with the idea of not wanting to kill, let alone die in vain, Luo Xian held the gun and pulled the trigger towards the open space in the distance.

A "bang" gunfire broke the tension on the battlefield, and some dirt splashed on the ground in the distance, Luo Xian deliberately shot indiscriminately, naturally not hitting any target, but his intention was achieved.

In the face of the slowly approaching enemy, Luo Xian was not the only one who had tight fingers and pulled the trigger in the trenches, and the vast majority of the soldiers were farm children, and it was also the first time to go to the battlefield.

Luo Xian's gunfire was like an order to open fire en masse, and suddenly the entire Soviet defense line was "banging" chaotically, and our machine guns at several points also began to "click" and spit out tongues of fire, and the dense bullets suddenly poured down at the Germans like a torrential rain, knocking down more than a dozen German soldiers who were walking in the forefront in a pool of blood.

The Germans returned fire in an instant, and the sound of bullets piercing the smoke was everywhere.

Luo Xian saw the real battlefield for the first time, and those bodies that were shot would not be like the ones on TV, but like puppets pulled by invisible silk threads, every time they were hit, they would make strange movements, and their bodies were twisted by the huge impact of the bullets, and at the same time, they fell crookedly like a rag pocket that had been hit.

A little soldier next to Luo Xian didn't have time to put a shot, he was pierced through his left eye by a bullet, and the bullet that passed through his head then blew up the hat on his head.

On the battlefield, life is thinner than paper, and many young soldiers have just fired a shot, and before they can even make the action of loading, they are hit by bullets or cracked shrapnel, and fall to the ground as soft as a bone, silently.

Roaring artillery fire, flying dirt, dripping blood, and meaningless screams became the main theme of the battlefield.

In the dense flight of bullets, you don't have time to think at all, you can only shoot one shot after another mechanically, and then, hand over your life to God, either you kill the enemy or the enemy kills you.

The battle entered the white heat at the moment the gun rang out, and there was no temptation at all, only the back and forth of Chiguoguo, and the soldiers fell one after another. The German mortars quickly came into play, because of the high ground and advanced equipment, their range obviously covered most of the Soviet theater of operations, and shells roared from the opposite side of the position, and each concentrated attack of the shells could dumb a Soviet machine-gun fire point.

The soldier who was still prostrate by the machine gun just now was blown to the ends and did not move, and was disconnected from the waist in unison, and the internal organs and intestines of the entire abdominal cavity flowed out, mixed with mud and military uniforms, and the original color could not be seen.

"Where are their firing points, I can't see anything!" said one of the fighters next to him, unconsciously grumbling.

"I don't know, man. Luo Xian replied reluctantly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a bullet knocked the helmet off the warrior's head, and the impact twisted his neck and his jaw quickly turned to his shoulder. The warrior had just twisted his head back, and before he could smile, a second bullet hit the bridge of his nose straight through, and a round bloody hole appeared in his face. The warrior clutched his rifle, lowered his head to his chest, and died.

Luo Xian's hands were trembling, and he realized the cruelty of war for the first time, but after various training in later generations, he did not react very much to corpses, but developed a great fear of killing.

At the same time, he also clearly realized that if he dived again, even if he survived to the end of the war, then the fact that he had shot himself as soon as he counted the bullet consumption would allow him to meet Comrade Lenin, and the instructor who remembered his name would not let him go for the first time.

So, Luo Xianqiang suppressed the fear in his heart and shot at the empty space of the battlefield, shot one shot at the other.

That's it, pull the trigger, last time, pull the trigger again, Luo Xian repeated this action until he emptied the bullet in the rifle.

When the gun didn't go off after pulling the trigger twice in a row, Luo Xian realized that there were no more bullets in the gun, so he squatted down again and hid back in the trench to load the bullets. But the overexerted hands could not be loaded, and the bullets were scattered all over the ground.

At this time, someone patted him on the shoulder, so frightened that Luo Xian pointed the rifle in his hand directly at him, but was pushed away by a thick arm with the muzzle of the rifle upward.

"Vasily, do you want to kill me? The Germans have retreated!" the bearded voice roared in Rosen's ear.

Luo Xian came back to his senses at this time, it seemed that the gunfire around him had gradually become scarce, it turned out that the Germans had retreated, they had already retreated, and it was good to retreat.

At this time, Luo Xian's body suddenly swelled with exhaustion, he felt more tired than carrying a hundred pounds and even climbing the twenty-eighth floor, like a deflated ball paralyzed in the trench, and let out a sigh, only then did he feel very thirsty.

At this moment, a burst of cheers erupted all around, and this was the Soviet soldiers celebrating the success of repelling the enemy and holding the defensive line.

However, the sound of celebration did not last long, and the instructor had already rushed over from a distance, and he could clearly hear that the first gunshot was coming from nearby.

The instructor shouted angrily, "Who fired the first shot? Stand up for me now!"

No one answered, but a few soldiers nearby quietly moved their eyes to Luo Xian... This kind of thing can't be hidden on the battlefield, Luo Xian is surrounded by Soviet soldiers, although a few people were sacrificed in the defense just now, but there are still a lot of survivors, naturally someone heard who fired the first shot.

Since he couldn't hide it, Luo Xian chose to confess, "It was the first shot I fired, Comrade Instructor." You listen to me..."

Before Luo Xian's words were finished, "Go back to your mother's belly!" The instructor hurriedly stepped forward and twisted the collar of Luo Xian's military uniform, preventing him from continuing to speak, his eyes were full of contempt, "It's you again, Vasily, you coward who only deserves to live in your mother's pants!"

Luo Xian was not a pure Soviet, so he naturally couldn't understand how dirty the instructor's words were, but he knew very well that what he had done did break the Soviet army's battle plan.

"Do you know what you've done?" the instructor's eyes widened like cowbells, "If it weren't for your disobedience, we could have eliminated more of our enemies, or even wiped them all out just now!"

"Comrade instructor, this is my first time on the battlefield!" Luo Xian replied, "I was so nervous that I couldn't control my hand from pulling the trigger!"

"Shut up, you bastard!" the instructor yelled, "who do you think you are? Who allows you to have your own ideas? This is the battlefield! This is the army! Not your milking farm! Do you think the cows are rushing across the street?!"

The soldiers of this era are only tools in the hands of their superiors, all they have to do is obey, obey, and obey again. Only one voice is allowed in the army, it is the absolute embodiment of the will of the superiors, and if there is a dispute, it is not far from falling apart.

It's a pity that Luo Xian, who came from later generations, didn't understand this, so his actions seemed incompatible with others, and it was natural that he was divided.

"Guard, bring this soldier down!" the instructor began to give orders in a huff, "let this coward carry out the ammunition or some other work, he can't carry out the orders of his superiors, he can't stay on the front line of the battle, we don't need such a coward warrior." ”

"Wait, Igor, I don't think the fight was a bad thing, I found something wrong with it. The warrior's reckless actions allowed us to avoid more damage earlier. "At this moment, from the other side of the trench came an officer, with the rank of major, who seemed to be the direct leader of this Soviet unit.

The major was tall and tall, with the handsomeness of a Soviet youth on his face, but a faint scar between his eyebrows indicated that he should be an officer with combat experience.

Luo Xian breathed a faint sigh of relief, it seemed that this experienced officer should have seen something from the battle just now, maybe this was the reason why he stopped the instructor.

Luo Xian felt relieved to leave the front line of the battle, it was best not to shoot and kill. However, he felt a strong malice towards the ammunition delivery officer in the instructor's mouth, I am afraid that it is a post with a very high mortality rate, and the instructor in front of him only dislikes him, and will not arrange any good work for him.

The major sat down on a small mound behind Luo Xian, whispered a few words to several guards, and then Luo Xian's vicinity was cleared. Several guards separated the soldiers who were originally stationed here, and only Luo Xian, the major and the instructor, as well as a few bloody corpses, were left within a dozen meters of the vicinity.

"Comrade Major, please don't interfere with my work!" the instructor hurriedly spoke, "he is making excuses for his cowardice, and I found him hiding in the trenches during my pre-war patrols, leaving aside the rifles issued to him by the troops!"

The major did not respond directly to the instructor, but instead looked at Luo Xian, nodded, and signaled to him the right to speak.

"Comrade Major!" replied Luo Xian, "although I was nervous, I shot in advance. However, the fact that a comrade officer was killed by enemy artillery fire because he exposed his position in order to boost everyone's morale gave me a certain amount of stimulation. If I hadn't fired at that time, the enemy's artillery fire would have fallen on my head at once, because the enemy had figured out where we were, and the closer they were to us, the more dangerous we became. ”

The instructor had a little disdain on his face, and these words were obviously making excuses for his timidity.

Because at this moment the operational thinking of the Soviet Red Army placed more emphasis on spirit and courage, which was the tone set by the great leader. So it falls on the implementation of the specific battlefield, that is, to have the courage to charge and fight at close range, so the Germans will be put closer to fight, but this soldier named Vasily said that the closer the enemy, the more dangerous the Red Army is, isn't this cowardice?

After listening to Luo Xian's words, the major nodded instead, looked thoughtful, and said, "I also found that the range of our mortars is much lower than that of the enemy, and they can launch accurate strikes against us at a distance of 400 meters, which shows that the range of their mortars has exceeded 400 meters." And the range of the mortars we are equipped with is only 250 meters, this is the gap!"

"If we put the enemy within 300 meters to attack, then we are looking for death, they will destroy all our heavy fire points in an instant, and the defeat of the battle is inevitable. The major continued.

Luo Xian hurriedly said again, "I also found that the German soldiers are equipped with a large number of submachine guns, and they have a great advantage in close combat, while the vast majority of our soldiers are still rifles, and only a small number of submachine guns, which will put us at an absolute disadvantage at close range." ”

After hearing this, the instructor's face suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but think of something.