Expedition to Europe

"We are all sharpshooters, and we kill one enemy with every bullet." I believe many people can sing this song "Guerrilla Song". In fact, it is not easy to kill an enemy with one bullet in actual combat.

According to statistics, it took an average of 25,000 bullets to kill one soldier in World War II. It took an average of 200,000 bullets to kill one soldier in the Vietnam War, and 100,000 bullets in the Iraq War. Even a sniper known as a "sharpshooter" needs 1.3 bullets to kill one enemy.

How many bullets were needed to kill a soldier in World War I? Due to the backward statistical methods, there is no detailed data, but it is not too many, at least 10,000 or 20,000 bullets. Even if it is the efficiency of the first week of the Battle of the Somme, it is estimated that it will take 1,000 or 2,000 bullets.

Compared with rifles, pistols have lower killing efficiency. The use of M1911 in American TV dramas is an exaggeration. In actual combat, pistols are extremely inefficient. There was an example in China where someone was shot 8 times by a Type 64 pistol and was still alive, while someone was shot 25 times on the battlefield in Iraq and was not dead.

If you want to kill someone with one shot, you must hit a vital part. Bastian obviously does not have such ability.

Just when the two German soldiers turned around, Bastian fired three shots in a row, knocked down a German, and then was stabbed by another German.

Bastian, who was stabbed to the ground, felt very strange. He could not feel the pain in his abdomen, although the blood gushing out of the bayonet showed that he was indeed injured. The German had a hideous face and screamed wildly, trying to pull out the bayonet, and then continued to stab. Bastian tightly grasped the 98A barrel in the other's hand to prevent the other from pulling out the bayonet.

Bastian knew very well that if the German pulled out the bayonet and Bastian could not get timely rescue, then Bastian would die within a minute, silently and without any value.

So Bastian used all his strength to grab the barrel of the gun to prevent the German from pulling it out.

Suddenly, Bastian seemed to see the vineyards in his hometown of Bordeaux, as if he saw his mother who died early smiling at him, as if he saw his lovely son and daughter.

"Annie..." Bastian muttered to himself, that was his wife's name.

Just when his spirit was about to fall into a trance, Bastian heard a loud shout, and then saw a figure passing by his side, and by the way, he chopped down the German in front of him with a shovel, and then moved forward along the trench, invincible.

The reinforcements finally arrived. Bastian was even a little fuzzy. He felt that someone was shouting his name loudly, someone cut his clothes with a knife, and then pulled out the bayonet on his stomach, and then someone began to open his stomach...

It's so cold!

Floating and confused, Bastian looked up at the sky, as if he saw a golden avenue, at the end of which was his mother, and his father waved to him affectionately.

Just when Bastian wanted to go over, he felt someone pinching his nose hard, and then someone was shouting his name hard.

Bastian looked straight at his eyes with difficulty, and saw Qin Zhiyuan's calm and focused face...

It's so good to be alive!

"Chen Kangjian leads the first team to the left, Lao Ge leads the second team to the right, and the eldest brother leads the third team to snipe on the spot and drive the Germans out of the trenches." Qin Zhiyuan was busy with his hands and still giving combat orders.

"Yes!"

"Understood!"

"..." After the training that started in Weihai, Chen Kangjian and his team have become accustomed to using language as concise as possible.

"Lao Gao, keep shouting Bastian's name, don't let him sleep, don't stop if he's not dead yet." Qin Zhiyuan continued to give orders. He had checked Bastian's abdominal wound. God bless, although the knife wound was deep, it did not hurt the internal organs.

"Hi..." Bastian woke up slowly and smiled with difficulty.

"Man, you are so lucky! You know? Although your stomach was pierced, your intestines are not broken. You will recover with a simple suture. You are such a lucky guy." Qin Zhiyuan took off the water bottle on his waist, helped Bastian wash the wound, and then began to suture.

"Should I say 'thank you' now?" Even at this time, he still had the mind to be polite. Bastian had transcended life and death and reached the state of perfect bliss.

"You should think about how to get two bottles of good wine, and then treat me to a good drink." In two or three sentences, Qin Zhiyuan had sutured the intestines and started to suture the stomach.

"I'll get you 20 bottles of the best wine, from Bordeaux, cough cough cough..." Bastien coughed violently for a while, but still said a few words with difficulty: "Quality guaranteed!"

"Okay, okay, I'll treat you to a drink if I have a chance, Moutai, Wuliangye, Jiannanchun, have you heard of it? Or Nv'erhong and Zhuangyuanhong... Do you know this kind of wine? When you have a woman, you bury the wine under the grape trellis in the yard, and when your daughter gets married, you dig it out and drink it, this is Nv'erhong..." Qin Zhiyuan kept talking to keep Bastien's attention, now is the most dangerous time.

"Really... That's great, I must drink two bottles, no, three bottles!" The beautiful and poetic tradition makes Bastien yearn for it, but the French can't stand it.

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"Of course, of course, I will get you a bathtub and let you sleep in it." Qin Zhiyuan tied the last knot and smiled at Bastien: "Okay, your life is saved."

Perhaps the yearning for the daughter's red wine surpassed heaven, Bastien recovered a little spirit, actually raised his head to look at the bandage on his abdomen, and then his eyes were red: "Thank you, Qin... Please forgive me, I don't know what language to use to express my feelings at the moment."

Qin Zhiyuan looked up at the trenches on both sides. The battle was coming to an end. The Germans found that the French had reinforcements and lost the will to fight to the death. They were retreating like a tide: "Then don't say anything. You rest well now. I still have to continue working. Please forgive me for being rude."

Qin Zhiyuan was well prepared, so he brought four laborers who knew some medical skills with him, as well as 130 armed Chinese workers and 180 auxiliary personnel. Except for the people who stayed in Kapi, the Chinese workers came out in full force.

The Germans still had no experience in trench warfare. They were not equipped with too many grenades and hand grenades. They only used the 98A rifle with a bayonet that was nearly 1.5 meters long. This was a disadvantage in trench warfare. Once the Chinese workers with martial arts skills were engaged in the battle, they showed more than one level of combat effectiveness. The shovel became the best weapon, and with the 10-round Mauser pistol, the Chinese workers had the advantage.

Not long after, the wounded gathered in the tunnel, and the dead soldiers were thrown on the battlefield without care. Qin Zhiyuan also knew the general situation.

Yesterday at noon, Bastien led a battalion of French troops to reinforce. After fighting for a day and a night, the soldiers had suffered more than 70% casualties. The officers below Bastien had been killed or wounded. Only one officer, the military doctor, and less than 100 soldiers were left in the entire battalion.

If it weren't for Qin Zhiyuan's timely reinforcement, these people would have been wiped out.