The decisive battle against the Third Reich

So Qin Chuan owned a sniper rifle at the baker's insistence, which was originally a sniper rifle with a trigger.

Qin Chuan learned from Daxiong that the reason Paul had such a big opinion was that he had always wanted to be a sniper.

Judging from Paul's results, he is fully qualified to become a sniper... In more than a year of fighting, he has killed more than thirty enemies with rifles on the battlefield. Very few people can do this without being injured. , Paul is one of them, which also earned Paul the nickname of Rifle.

The problem is that there are not many sniper rifles in the army, and there are always some students who graduated from sniper school occupying the sniper position.

This time, Paul thought he could finally be promoted to a sniper and own a sniper rifle of his own, but he was robbed of the opportunity by a "dragman" who had never been considered a threat to him.

"I didn't expect this!" Qin Chuan said to Paul.

Qin Chuan was telling the truth. Everything was beyond his control. He just wanted to save his life.

"I hope you are worthy of this sniper rifle!" Paul replied coldly.

Qin Chuan felt that nothing more would help, so he gave up.

"You don't need to feel that you owe him!" Daxiong patted Qin Chuan on the shoulder: "You will know in the future. What matters is what you can do! And even if you don't do it well enough, it's still the sergeant's order, isn't it? ?”

This was a good excuse, but it failed to relieve Qin Chuan, because Qin Chuan suddenly discovered that... he was actually responsible for the lives of his comrades, just because of this sniper rifle, and he couldn't even take care of himself!

So even Qin Chuan himself believed that the baker's choice was wrong.

The troops marched all the way forward, and lunch was a small piece of cold bread and a baked potato that they carried with them during the break.

Although there is still no appetite, roasted potatoes are obviously better than sausages. At least they will not remind Qin Chuan of the red meat on the tracks of a tank.

On the other hand, Qin Chuan was so hungry that he was dizzy and would faint on the march if he didn't eat something, so he had to force himself to swallow the dry food.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, when they should have continued their march, the troops encountered a British stronghold... the city of Aghdabia.

According to news from the scouts, at least two regiments of British troops were stationed in Biari, Agdaba.

If we launch an attack at this time, on the one hand, the troops will be very tired after marching for a long time. On the other hand, it will be dark in a few hours. For the Germans who are not familiar with the terrain, it will be difficult to fight with them in the city after dark. It is easy for the British army to get into trouble in combat.

So the German army planned to take a short rest and regroup before launching the attack the next day.

However, resting in the desert is not a pleasant thing. The temperature here can reach forty degrees during the day, and drops to about minus one degree at night. It can be said to be a veritable "fire during the day and biting ice at night"... ...Although one degree below zero can't be called "biting ice," the instantaneous transition from intense heat to extreme cold is like walking into an air-conditioned room just after stepping out of a steam bath. You can imagine how cold it is.

In addition, there are annoying black mosquitoes and fleas, which will harass you everywhere and constantly.

But these are not the main reasons that trouble Qin Chuan.

In fact, Qin Chuan had already fallen asleep as soon as he lay down, covered with a marching quilt and a helmet on his head... The marching and fighting during the day had made him so tired that he almost fell down.

But he woke up not long after, not because of the gunshots and cannons in the darkness. He had gradually gotten used to all this, even though he had only been in this time and space for a few days.

Qin Chuan woke up from a nightmare and was covered in sweat... He dreamed of the British soldiers he killed, the desperate eyes of the British prisoners, and the miserable screams of the wounded British soldiers under the tracks of the tanks.

Qin Chuan looked around. The endless darkness made his hair stand on end. Qin Chuan, who had never believed in ghosts and gods, could not help but worry that the British soldiers would come to seek his life.

But soon, Qin Chuan no longer felt afraid, because he felt that it would be better to die than to live like this... This kind of life is simply hell. He has to face death every day and die at any time. Everyone wants to live hard. Go down, and to do this, you must take as many lives as possible.

This is war, war!

Qin Chuan had seen war more than once in books and movies, but he never thought that real war would be so cruel.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Qin Chuan suddenly felt a little lonely. He couldn't help but think of his parents, colleagues and friends in another time and space... He wondered if no one would care or even care if he died on this battlefield. People will know.

Then, Qin Chuan could no longer sleep. This made it difficult for him to open his eyes when he was ordered to get up the next morning.

But soon, Qin Chuan woke up again... He was frightened.

"Finish your breakfast!" the baker said casually: "We are going to attack!"

Qin Chuan's heartbeat slowed down a few beats when he heard the word "attack".

The difference from before is that this time it is urban warfare.

Qin Chuan's hand holding the bread trembled involuntarily when he thought that the enemy might be hiding in any building and then shooting at you from the roof, window, wall cracks and other unimaginable places.

"Maybe we won't be so lucky this time!" Qin Chuan thought, and at the same time his eyes turned to the sniper rifle at his feet... It might not be of much use, because there is probably only one street between us and the enemy.

Thinking of this, although the breakfast was richer than usual... the supply team caught up last night, which gave each of them some honey and jam, which can be said to be a big meal in the desert. But Qin Chuan had no taste for it. He only thought about the scene where he was running among the ruins of the street and suddenly a bullet flew out of nowhere and knocked him down.

At this time, the baker gave each person ten bullets.

Someone soon protested: "Sergeant, our ammunition has been almost exhausted in yesterday's battle!"

"So you need to save some money!" the baker said: "As you know, supplies in desert areas are not as easy as we think. If too much ammunition is transported, water or food must be reduced accordingly. You Do you want this?"

"No, of course not!"

"Then shut your mouth!" said the baker, "and get ready!"

The German soldiers uniformly checked their weapons. Some soldiers also took apart their rifles and wiped them with oil cloth. Only Qin Chuan looked at them blankly, and then looked at his rifle stupidly...

Paul seemed to realize something, and he said with an incredulous expression: "Oh, no! How can we expect someone who doesn't know how to maintain weapons to cover us?"