My Third Empire

Eyes open, a gray biplane fighter painted with an iron cross whizzes past the low sky, the nose of the plane shoots flames, and it is clear that the plane is firing at its own target.

Accompanied by the sharp howls generated by the friction of the airflow, the bullets hit the sandbags and splashed the soil, making people squinting involuntarily.

isn't it? Taking a world history class on behalf of one another, can you also travel through it? Isn't it just to say something about the successful battles of the German Wehrmacht? As for just throwing people on the battlefield, right? Gu Changge thought in tears.

Just a few minutes ago, he was standing on the podium of the history class of Tsinghua University. As a young and promising teaching assistant, he winked at the beautiful woman in the middle of the second row, while speaking impassively about the incomparable German war machine. powerful.

But the sad thing is: because of his lack of concentration, he stepped on the leaking switch with one foot, so he said goodbye to his beautiful and unknown life.

The good news is that Gu Changge is not dead, the bad news is that he has crossed over and crossed into a German soldier with a strong Ruhr industrial accent as soon as he opens his mouth - I don't know if he is handsome or not, but he knows that his body is more than that. It turned out to be much taller. Unfortunately, this news is not really good news on the battlefield where bullets are flying everywhere.

Looking at the Mauser 1898 rifle in his hand, his rank must not be too big. It's not that he doesn't understand the division of epaulettes, but that this unfortunate body is wearing a military coat. Look at the charred black on the chest. There was still dried blood in the hole. Gu Changge knew that 90% of the coat was picked from other corpses.

When Gu Changge was trying to identify the time and place where he was, and when he wanted to turn over to 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 and full of Austrian regional accent. Only then did Akado realize that there was a machine gun position beside him, and two German soldiers were carrying With the Mark Qin heavy machine gun in hand, he desperately fired forward.

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

He hurriedly picked up a chain of ammunition and handed the bullet to the sub-shooter who was in charge of installing the ammunition in the trench after crawling a few times. Then Arkado couldn't take a breath and hurriedly rolled to the side.

God testifies, squatting with the heavy machine gun positions is absolutely no different from courting death. The primary targets of the small-caliber mortars on the opposite side are these machine gun positions. Generally speaking, according to the experience summed up in World War II, After the heavy machine gun position is exposed for 30 seconds, it is best to move quickly.

God knows how long this machine gun position has been playing. At this time, it is better to stay far away. If there is heavy firepower on the opposite side, and a shell falls, it does not matter whether it is a machine gunner or not.

Before Akado was far away, the surrounding area began to explode. Obviously, the grandchildren on the opposite side started to fight back, using nothing but small-caliber mortar shells.

Grandson! Is he the only one who can't be on time? My lord, I'm already 10 meters away, and I can still eat and hang? Akado shouted a little.

It seems that the weapons and technology of the First World War are quite different from the World War II that I am familiar with. The foreign powers have also improved little by little, and no one can eat a fat man in one bite.

When the sound of the cannons faded away, Akado looked at the machine gun position where he had just been, and there were still fire tongues, and the two accomplices were slaughtering the enemy on the opposite side unharmed.

Isn't it? Are you kidding me? Akado was about to cry, but in an instant he became dumbfounded.

He hurriedly climbed backwards a few meters and retreated to the infantry trench. Presumably the machine gun position had the ammunition chain he had just sent over, and he could last a few minutes. Arkado had to think about his own safety.

Since ancient times, I woke up on the battlefield and found that I was lucky enough to not die after the battle, or that the peaceful years could allow me to develop technology and revitalize myself for three to five years. ?

Akado had a feeling of being discriminated against. He finally felt the feeling of being in the air through his toes. He knew that the trench was behind him, and he rolled down the trench when he turned over. Regardless of his bad posture, whoever looked up on the battlefield was who. It's ****—there were absolutely no one who stood at a high place and shouted with a pistol, and never lived after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Damn it! Akado fell into the trench with a bit of shit. The trenches of the First World War were not what Akado could imagine. The deep trench was nearly two meters and five meters deep, and there were nearly thirty centimeters in it. of sewage.

This time, Accardo fell badly. He fell so badly that he remembered that the trenches of World War I were generally dug nearly three meters deep, and even five meters in some places, although he knew, But the critical moment really didn't come to mind.

Arkado, you idiot! You're afraid of being like this before the enemy rushes up. Akado got up and became dizzy, trying to maintain his image while circling around to find his rifle. , he heard the greetings of his comrades.

Cannonball! Before Akado could find the talking teammate, a shout rang out, and a group of soldiers who were watching the fun quickly leaned towards the trench. Like a mouse crossing the street, he ran into the corner and curled up into a ball.

Tom, tom! Two muffled sounds sounded not far away. The sound was like a shell that didn't fully explode. Akado was silent in the corner for a few seconds. Although this time was short, it was extremely important. Because he thought about many, many words, yes, words.

World War I, German defensive operations, silent shells... not too loud shells... not duds, because the shells are not silent, but not too loud... what kind of shells are not too loud? Curled up, Akado looked at his equipment in his arms.

A long bayonet, a shriveled water bottle, a large cloth pocket for bits and pieces, and a drum box for a gas mask. It's really all there... Wait a minute, gas masks, it's not too loud Cannonballs? I CAO what the hell! Son of a bitch!

In a hurry, he hurriedly opened the box, took out what seemed to be a new gas mask, and began to put it on his face. While putting on a gas mask, Arcador had faintly smelled a strange smell similar to mustard.

Like a cold, mucus began to pour out of his nasal cavity. Arkado, who had resisted not breathing, finally put on his gas mask. Looking out through the blurred lens, the world became distorted, and there was a rush of breath. Light-colored thick smoke enveloped the surroundings, the sound of crying, howling, and the sound of vomiting and cursing came from all directions, and Akado began to walk little by little to the ladder not far away.

It is impossible to climb a trench more than two meters high, and Arkado, who has just learned a lesson, will not be so two. Why not run? Bring a gas mask - especially a gas mask of poor quality, do you run a try? Breathing stutters, it forces you to take off your gas mask, it's suicide...

As he walked, Akado took out one of his scarves from his sundries pocket and wrapped it around his right hand. The back of his left hand, which was doing all this, was already red and started to itch.

Mustard poison gas, a very deadly poisonous gas that Akado knew, was simple and domineering, it was the real version of Three thousand of your life. This poisonous gas is very effective in destroying the skin, eyes, and respiratory tract. It is definitely a good medicine for murder and arson, making money and killing people.

When Akado walked to the ladder, there were already a bunch of unlucky guys lying around the ladder. Poison gas is definitely a new thing these days, even if the executives repeatedly emphasized that poison gas is powerful, even departments at all levels have equipped everyone with equipment. Even if the company commanders and platoon leaders have been taught how to wear gas masks - there are still people who don't wear them, there are still people who forget to wear them, and there are still people who don't have time to wear them...

When Akado climbed the ladder, there were people pulling his boots under his feet. Akado could even feel his palms slapping his feet, but he didn't dare to stop, and he didn't have the ability to save people. There is only hope for escape.

When he climbed the ladder and climbed out of the trench. There is very little noise everywhere, and the gas mask is extremely uncomfortable to wear. Some people can't hold it off after running for a few dozen meters, so because of the faster metabolism and faster breathing and heartbeat rate, they die faster.

In the not-so-dense smoke, Akado felt a little pain in his left hand. Eighty percent of his left hand had started to blister, but he still didn't dare to run fast, he only dared to walk back step by step. He didn't want to die. , I don't want to die here in the cold.

Tears flowed uncontrollably. He knew that it was because his eyes were irritated. Fortunately, he was wearing a gas mask neatly. His eyes were only irritated, but did not lose their function. Although the nasal cavity was as uncomfortable as a cold, but It's not a big problem. Although breathing is uncomfortable, it can still maintain the oxygen that the body needs. The smoke is already very thin, and it is not far from the edge of the poisonous gas.

Although the exposed left hand was slightly painful and swollen with blisters, it was even more sensitive. Akado felt the weak wind—he almost cried at this moment, and the wind was... favorable.

It seemed that God did not intend for Akado to return to the west within ten minutes after crossing, and after walking a few dozen more steps, a gust of wind blew, and the faint poisonous gas finally dissipated.

There are people alive on the ground, the screams are getting closer, more and more, and more and more energetic, this is fortunate - after countless people have died, you still have the strength to scream, this is a great thing. Happy thing.

My eyes! God! My eyes! I can't see! A young soldier screamed, covering his face, and Arkado happened to pass in the direction he was walking.

Grab my shoulder, I'll take you out of this hellish place. Akado kindly walked over and said vaguely through the gas mask.

The soldier seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and said in a wailing voice, Thank you, thank you.

One grabs the other! I'll lead the way! I can see the way! Follow me! Left and right! Akado shouted loudly with all his strength. Although the voice of the gas mask was not loud, many people still touched it. Come over, and some shouted for help, the long line became more and more spectacular, and it became a scenery that no one could appreciate.

You are really a good soldier! It's worth learning from us! This is the first time you are so calm in the face of poisonous gas! The soldier behind Akado regained a little courage and said as he walked. Arcardo saw the man's rank clearly when he was holding him, it was a corporal.

Arcador introduced himself as he walked: Hello, sir, I am a private. My name is Arcador, Arcador Rudolph.

It's my honor to know you. The young man behind him replied politely: My name is Adolf Hitler. I'm a corporal.

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