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"I'll take the lead."

Jiang He gripped the Long Hatred Spear and charged out at incredible speed. At the end of the tunnel, an oil lamp emitted an orange glow. A group of Prussian tunnel soldiers were sitting together, discussing who should be sent to investigate next. Suddenly, a figure appeared like a shooting star and landed in the crowd. The pure blue moon swept across the area, shattering everything in its path. Limbs and torsos flew everywhere, and blood splattered.

Tommy and the lieutenant also rushed out, firing their guns in quick succession, the muzzle flashes of their weapons.

At the same time, the wooden planks in front of him were opened, and a grenade was thrown in. The explosion generated a powerful shockwave. Jiang He raised his arm to protect his face and continued to charge forward. His internal organs felt like they were churning. He smashed the wooden door open and thrust out his spear, killing the guard next to him.

"This kid was born in the wrong era."

The lieutenant kept pulling the bolt and firing. "He must be an outstanding knight from ancient times!"

Tommy, without engaging in conversation, directed the soldiers to rush towards the door.

……

Outside the tunnel, a lieutenant frantically pressed the detonator, but unfortunately, the explosion failed to occur, and only the mocking cawing of crows could be heard in the distance.

Jiang He put away the Long Hatred Spear, rushed close, and shot the lieutenant dead. Two soldiers rushed out of the bunker to his left, and rifle bullets fell into his chest with a heavy thud.

Tommy fired two shots, killing the enemy. The twenty-odd men behind him rushed forward and occupied the bunker entrance. The Prussian soldiers inside wanted to charge out, but they were blocked at the door. Bullets flew wildly in the air, and people kept falling.

Gunfire echoed throughout the trench. Jiang He emptied his revolver, picked up bullets from the bodies of his fallen comrades, and continued fighting. A bullet from the shadows struck him in the forehead. Had it not been for the protection of his four-layered steel helmet, the sniper would have already succeeded.

The Prussian trenches were over two meters high, secured with numerous wooden planks, and covered with thick layers of mud and water, making them resemble a maze in the night. They also connected to other outposts on the left and right.

Tommy led the team to the left, with the Irishmen in the vanguard group fighting bravely and charging ahead.

Seeing this, Jiang He forcefully selected more than a dozen people, without even looking at their ranks. In this chaotic situation, his forceful approach yielded good results, and a group of people gathered together and charged to the right.

The entire company, numbering nearly three hundred men, poured out of the tunnels in droves.

Suddenly, a huge plume of smoke, carrying dust and chalk, flew into the sky. A powerful shockwave traveled through the ground to Jiang He's feet, sending him flying and crashing into the side wall before he slammed heavily to the ground.

The shells exploded in the center of the column, killing or wounding most of the dozen or so men instantly. Then, machine gun fire covered the area, and the enemy took control of the machine gun and artillery positions.

"Hey!"

Jiang He pushed himself up, vomiting blood. He was covered in dust and dirt. The sudden shells left him no way to dodge. If it were an ordinary soldier, he would have been dead long ago.

"Da da da!"

The machine guns kept the attacking soldiers from raising their heads. A six-man fire squad controlled the position, with one firing, one loading, and the other four acting as assistants and guards.

Jiang He forced down the blood, took out a black gem from his pouch, and swung his arm sharply, his shirt cracking as it caught the air.

The chaotic bombs detonated at the machine gun position, sending up a blinding flash of light within a 30-meter radius, like a flare. The roar echoed, and the ground was left barren, as if it had been plowed countless times. The makeshift defensive line built by the Prussian soldiers with the help of the machine guns was also destroyed.

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Jiang He rushed to the pass on the right side of the trench. The company from the neighboring stronghold began to reinforce. The lieutenant led his men and carried a Louis machine gun, barely managing to hold the line. A barrage of bullets filled the air, and the charging Prussians fell like wheat being harvested.

"Hold on! Hold on!" the lieutenant shouted. "The battalion commander's reinforcements will arrive at dawn, and we'll all be heroes!"

In the chaos, a sergeant led his team to attack the bunker, wanting to eliminate the biggest threat. He ordered the use of the company's only flamethrower, and a firestorm swept through the bunker, killing Prussians one by one in agony, like torches.

Just then, a bullet struck, killing the soldier carrying the sprayer. Charlie, standing nearby, glared angrily, grabbed the sprayer, and continued burning the bunker. In a daze, he saw a burning house and heard the innocent wails of a child again.

The fire-breathing dragon's jetpack was a sitting duck in the dark. The sniper's second bullet killed Charlie, the bullet piercing his skull and completely destroying his brain.

The two shots revealed the sniper's position, and Tommy's subordinate sniper "Hunter" Barney returned fire, successfully killing the enemy, and then quickly searched for the next target.

Shortly afterward, two explosive charges detonated, collapsing the entrances to the left and right trenches, signifying that the position had completely changed hands.

The lieutenant directed his soldiers to repair the offensive and rearrange the outer barbed wire; the battle raged on.

Chapter 45 Sniper

The sky is bright.

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On the right flank of the trench, Jiang He set up his Lee-Enfield rifle, aimed at a Prussian man who had poked his head out, and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew thirty or forty meters, killing the man carrying a satchel charge.

The lieutenant plopped down on the mound of earth, handed over the shoulder insignia he had torn off at random, and shouted, "From now on you're a corporal. This is my nephew, he'll be your second-in-command, and the two of you will be in charge of an assault squad."

The gray-eyed youth squatted down and saluted. Rhine had been charging at the forefront last night and had already gained the company's approval. He was now following them to do the most dangerous work.

"Corporal Rhein..."

Jiang He waved her hand to interrupt, "My memory isn't great, so I'll just call you Charles II from now on, it'll be easier to remember."

“No problem.” Charles II didn’t care about such a trivial matter.

The enemy's attacks from both sides subsided after dawn. After reaching a tacit agreement to cease fire, both sides started preparing breakfast almost simultaneously.

Jiang He arrived at the bunker. After Charles I died, he fell into the sea of ​​fire and was now just a black mass. Not only him, but one-fifth of the entire company had died in battle, and this was the result of the sneak attack.

Tommy walked over and threw a bottle of rum.

"Actually, I prefer whiskey."

"Something to drink is good."

Jiang He remained calm, downed half a bottle of mouthwash in one gulp, and asked, "When the artillery bombardment begins, who will guard the left and right outer positions? One of them is me, that goes without saying."

“I’ll take men to guard the left flank. You didn’t grow up in Birmingham, so you don’t have many close soldiers. I’ll lend you Hunter Barney; he’s a corporal now.”

Shortly after breakfast ended, the reinforcements from the major battalion commander were still nowhere to be seen. The deputy company commander came out of the passage with military orders.

"Sir, the major has ordered us to hold out for one more day. He is gathering men, and the operation requires approval from higher command."

The lieutenant frowned. The two sides had been locked in a stalemate for a long time in the Somme region. There was no shortage of ammunition in the trenches, but food and water had to be supplied from the rear every day. A day of high-intensity combat had already pushed them to their limits.

"Go back and tell the major that he may never have such a good opportunity again in his life. As long as we have enough manpower, we can even break through and go to the rear of the Prussian front!"

"Understood." The deputy company commander returned to the tunnel.

At 7:00 a.m. sharp, the artillery group in the direction of the industrial city of Amiens completed its preparations and opened fire in sequence.

Each giant shell fired would trace a large arc in the sky before suddenly plummeting and disappearing at the end of its trajectory. Often, a few seconds later, a deafening explosion would resound, announcing that the shell had hit the Prussian position.

From the sky, even in daylight, when the artillery roared, all the cannons flashed with intense fire, and dense volleys of shells rained down like raindrops, causing the ground to tremble as if the end of the world had come. However, most Prussian soldiers were unharmed by the shelling. The 700-kilometer-long trench defense line had been built by the Prussians to be as solid as a rock, and the casualties were far less severe than the British had imagined.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and artillery fire ravaged the earth.

In just one morning, the artillery group used up half a month's worth of the country's total artillery shell production capacity.

Most of the company was hiding in the bunker, while twelve men were crouching in a circle in the makeshift fortifications on the right flank.

"Don't lie down, or your internal organs will be turned into mush tonight, and the chances of the neighbors attacking will be slim."

Hunter Barney, carrying a sniper rifle, was actually just a more refined model of the Lee-Enfield rifle. After speaking, he continued to carefully maintain two 2.5x scopes, one of which came from a capture the previous night.

"I plan to learn sniping techniques," Jiang He said.

“Then I’ll teach you.” Hunter Barney replied immediately, handing over a scope. “Every sniper has their own methods. We’re all comrades in the same trench, so I won’t hold back. I personally think sniping is nothing more than three steps: aiming, shooting, and hitting the target. You have to be able to see and shoot steadily to hit accurately. Secondly, the trajectory of a bullet is not a straight line; at long distances, it’s an arc. So you have to accumulate experience and rely on bullets and lives.”

Barney stretched out his palm and pressed it against the puddle on the ground. "Practice first. If you can stick it there for an hour without making a ripple, you'll pass."

"Then train your eyes to stay open for at least 5 minutes without blinking, even under wind and sun, and then sew up the wounds on the grains with a needle and thread."

"Finally, feel the wind, use your whole being to judge its strength..."

Jiang He's lips twitched slightly. The other party was a typical experienced player, and a considerable part of their sniping skills came from talent.

Are there any rules regarding posture and breathing?

Barney said seriously, "No need. When you are fully focused on killing the enemy, your posture and breathing will naturally adjust to the best fit for you. As long as you survive, your skills will continue to improve. The battlefield is the best whetstone."

"I've learned a lot," Jiang He replied helplessly.

"Why don't we play cards? We're just killing time anyway." Charles II pulled out a deck of cards, which had been invented in the 12th and 13th centuries and became a popular way for soldiers on the front lines to relax after the outbreak of war.

Barney said seriously, "Whoever loses will be replaced."

……

In the evening, the artillery bombardment ceased, and the artillerymen began their rest period starting from dinner.

The soldiers in the makeshift fortifications hurried to the right-hand battlefield. Jiang He loaded a gun, and under the magnification of the scope, the trench passage in front of him was exceptionally clear. If the Prussians wanted to storm the position, they would have to charge through this two-hundred-meter-long passage.

At some point, the bugle sounded.

On the right, soldiers in gray uniforms advanced in turn.

Behind the trenches, countless figures rushed out of the second-line trenches, preparing to retake the lost defensive line in one fell swoop.

The lieutenant led the company's soldiers to set up defenses, and the sound of gunfire echoed across the battlefield.

Jiang He pulled the trigger, and with a flash of gunfire, the bullet flew from the muzzle of the Lee-Enfield rifle, hitting the Prussian soldier at the very front of the passage in a straight line.

Without wind or cover, the famous death charge of World War I provided a perfect live target for someone. His superior physique and strength allowed him to firmly control the rifle in his hand, and his superhuman agility made the target seem to have stopped moving.

With the second shot, an enemy soldier fell to the ground a hundred meters away.

Jiang He cocked the gun and fired the third shot. A hundred meters away, an enemy soldier was hit in the forehead and died instantly.

After firing a round of ammunition, the elusive yet real feeling of the bullet seemed to be there. After reloading, he successfully hit an enemy soldier in the eye socket a hundred meters away.

At the same time, a mortar shell fell. The moment Jiang He saw it, he turned and ran at lightning speed. Normally, a sniper doesn't have the chance to fire a third shot from the same spot. Firing two shots in a row would put him in mortal danger. But he was firing at a relatively close distance, and the person he shot wasn't an officer. It wasn't until he had fired a round of ammunition that the other side realized what was happening.

After a quarter of an hour of fighting, two fire chains swept across the right flank of the position, resulting in the immediate loss of three friendly soldiers. The opposing company had clearly received fire support.

Barney took out the machine gunner in the machine gun position, then quickly changed positions, only to be hit by a shell right there.

Chapter 46 Night Departure

War rages.

Crows circled high in the sky, looking down and saw at least three battalions attacking lost positions. Most of the pressure was on the front line, and every now and then, friendly soldiers would fall down as if they had been hit on the head with a heavy hammer and would die.

Faced with Prussia's human wave tactics, the company's two Lewis machine guns became an important asset, guarding the front line of the battlefield, with bullets whizzing across the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

A Prussian shell struck the trench wall, the explosion destroyed the fortifications, sending dust and debris flying into the air. The nearest friendly soldier was dented and killed instantly.

The battle intensified. Jiang He lay prone on the right flank, aimed at a sergeant two hundred meters away, and fired, hitting the sergeant in the shoulder. Just as he changed positions, a communications officer appeared in front of him.

"Corporal Rhein, the lieutenant wants you to come over."

"understood."

Jiang He set off, advancing through the trenches with the messenger. When they reached the frontal battlefield, a volley of bullets struck the messenger as they passed a gap. The young Englishman spun halfway around and fell dead, blood gushing from the bullet hole.

Jiang He was speechless. He didn't bother to drag the other person's body away and continued forward, pulling his helmet down low.

Upon reaching the bunker, dozens of soldiers simultaneously threw grenades, and in the blink of an eye, plumes of black smoke rose from the ground ahead. Some unfortunate Prussian soldiers, located near the blast point, were mercilessly engulfed by the shockwave and flames.

The lieutenant lay on the trench wall, his voice hoarse from constantly shouting, but when he saw someone and Tommy approaching, he still yelled at the top of his lungs:

"We can't go on like this, or we won't be able to hold out until tomorrow. The artillery bombardment will continue later. We need a commando team to destroy the railway tracks behind the second-line trenches on the other side. You two will lead the team tonight!"

Tommy lit a cigarette. "Lieutenant, there are indeed a few more machine guns on the left flank, but destroying the rails is pointless. We can handle the enemy forces around us. There's no need to worry about enemy support. You just want us to draw their fire and relieve the pressure on the front line tomorrow morning."

Jiang He stated, "I think it's better to urge that major battalion commander; his speed is more important than anything else."

"You two bastards, the British Empire is ashamed of you... Fine, I guess I had ulterior motives."

The lieutenant's voice gradually weakened, and he said again, "We have to think of something; the casualty count is almost a quarter of the way down."

Just as the three were at their wits' end, the artillery cluster behind Amiens launched another bombardment. Black dots rose into the air and then fell to the ground. Hundreds of kilometers of Prussian front lines were engulfed in a boundless sea of ​​fire, and the three ground assault battalions were almost completely wiped out.

Tommy observed the battlefield and said calmly, "We might be able to take advantage of the darkness to attack the second line of trenches on the other side. With a defensive line of 700 kilometers, it is already a luxury to deploy an infantry regiment in the 145th position area. If three battalions are wiped out, most of the weapons and supplies should remain in place. The most important thing is the machine gun company's weapons and ammunition."

The lieutenant exclaimed incredulously, "Three battalions all from one regiment? That's highly unlikely."

Jiang He said, "On the contrary, if the position is lost before the offensive begins, the opposing commander will inevitably have to take responsibility. That's why they launched a massive human wave attack and artillery barrage at all costs. The enemy dared not leave the trenches. If they were not afraid of death, we would indeed have a chance to break into the second line of defense, although the losses would definitely be considerable."

"Then let's do it!" the lieutenant shouted resolutely. "For the sake of an unending British Empire!"

……

At midnight.

The entire company was mobilized, braving the relentless bombardment as they charged out of the trenches. In less than an hour of fighting during the day, the already overstretched company suffered over eighty casualties, leaving only a meager two hundred men.

A shell exploded not far ahead. Jiang He, carrying his rifle, moved around the crater. The rubble hit him like a heavy punch.

Intelligence agent Wuhe: The closest Prussian nobleman to you is Kahn Friedenburg, a colonel who leads an artillery regiment stationed at position 143. He is a knight with a soul weapon and a vampire bat. He is very strong, roughly at the challenge level of LV10.

Executive Officer Jiang He: I have a high-quality main weapon, a long spear. Can it break through his defenses? Are there any other superhumans from his family around him?