Chapter 10 Sniper Rifle

Regarding whether Qin Chuan should be completely changed to Frick... There are only a few chapters in the book now, so it is not difficult to change it. The problem is that if he changes to Frick, will he forget that the protagonist is a Chinese with a Chinese heart and a time traveler?

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It is just a ridiculous wish for Qin Chuan not to see blood.

You have to know that this is a battlefield, especially since the German army has just defeated the British army and pursued them all the way, so there are constant gunshots and artillery sounds in front, leaving behind blood and corpses all over the ground, some of which are British soldiers and some are German soldiers. Qin Chuan and others are almost moving forward on a bloody road.

After walking for a while, Qin Chuan saw a dozen British prisoners of war who were controlled by the roadside. Some of them were injured, and their wounds were bleeding, but they could only cover their hands because there were several German soldiers next to them holding guns and staring at them.

Qin Chuan clearly saw the fear, despair and help on their faces. Although they were surrounded by German soldiers, they knew that no one would help them at this time.

Qin Chuan couldn't help but say to a medical soldier who ran by: "At least bandage them!"

"Who? Them?" The medical soldier stopped and looked at the British wounded soldiers, then shook his head at Qin Chuan and said: "We have orders to save only German soldiers!"

He ignored Qin Chuan and ran forward.

Qin Chuan shook his head and continued to walk forward holding the trigger. After a few steps, he heard gunshots from behind. Looking back, a German officer was holding a pistol and shooting at the British prisoners. One after another, the British prisoners fell down in the gunfire, all of them were shot in the head.

The German officer didn't even hesitate at all, as if the people in front of him were not people but targets. He walked forward, raised his pistol, and pulled the trigger.

After a magazine was finished, the German officer casually took out a magazine from his pocket, and while changing it skillfully, he rubbed the blood on his boots in the sand next to him.

At this time, there were two injured British soldiers in front of the German officer. They were so scared that they couldn't speak, and their eyes were full of desperate pleas.

But the German officer was not soft-hearted at all. After changing the magazine, he pulled the trigger and then aimed at the British prisoners' heads again. "Bang Bang" a few times... The remaining two British prisoners fell to the ground like rags, and their feet were raised because of inertia before they fell.

"Why did they do this?!" Qin Chuan asked in surprise.

"Do your own thing!" Trigger whispered: "This has nothing to do with you!"

Qin Chuan knew that Trigger was right, because at this time he was just a private and had no power to ask about these things, so he could only continue to move forward, his mind filled with the helpless and desperate eyes of the British soldiers, as well as the tragic scenes before their death.

"Do you think the British won't do this to us?" Trigger said, "This is war, and it's in the desert. We don't have extra resources for the prisoners!"

What Trigger said makes sense... In the desert, food, water, ammunition, and fuel are all scarce resources. Leaving prisoners means that the German army must allocate some resources to them.

But... is this a reason to shoot the prisoners? !

Gradually, Qin Chuan felt that Trigger was getting heavier and heavier. When he was wondering, Trigger's feet suddenly softened and he fainted on the ground.

Qin Chuan hurriedly shouted to the baker in front: "Sergeant, Trigger is in trouble!"

"Medic!" The baker shouted and ran quickly to Trigger.

The medic also came over. He quickly checked Trigger's injury and said, "He can't continue fighting, otherwise he will die here."

The baker nodded, untied Trigger's rifle, took out all the bullets from his magazine bag and handed them to Qin Chuan, saying, "They belong to you!"

"But I already have a rifle!" Qin Chuan said.

"Throw it away!" the baker replied, and then continued on his way without looking back.

Qin Chuan looked back at Trigger and told the medic, "Take good care of him. When he wakes up, tell him that I will keep his rifle!"

"Okay!" the medic replied, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, as if he thought it was a funny thing for Qin Chuan to do this.

When he set out on the march again, Qin Chuan found that his comrades around him were looking at him with envy and questioning eyes.

"Do you know how lucky you are?" Da Xiong said to Qin Chuan, "Many people want it!"

He raised his head towards the sniper rifle on Qin Chuan's back.

Qin Chuan understood what Daxiong said. A sniper rifle is not just a piece of equipment in the German army, but also represents an identity and dignity. It means that you are better than other soldiers and that you have more control on the battlefield.

"Just wait!" Daxiong said in a low voice: "Someone will protest soon!"

When Qin Chuan was puzzled, he saw a short soldier walking in front of him running to the baker and said: "Sergeant, I don't think it's appropriate to hand over the sniper rifle to the 'burden'!"

"He's not called 'burden', Paul!" the baker replied.

"Well, no matter what he's called, I don't think it's appropriate to do so!" Paul said.

"Do you have any ideas?" the baker asked.

"Yes!" Paul replied: "Snipers often have to cover our attacks. I don't think he can take on this task well!"

The baker looked around and found that there was more than one person who had the same idea as Paul.

"He might let us die!" Another German soldier said, then turned back to Qin Chuan and said: "I'm sorry, anti-aircraft gun, I have to say that!"

Qin Chuan expressed his understanding that the battlefield is a real place, and any false politeness may cost blood or even life.

"Sergeant!" Qin Chuan took off the sniper rifle: "They are right. I also think that I am not suitable to own this rifle. It should be given to someone who is better and more experienced..."

"I think it's suitable for you to have in your hands!" the baker interrupted Qin Chuan.

After a pause, the baker continued: "I know you will be confused about this, but... that's because you didn't see the enemy sniper killed by Frick!"

Hearing this, Qin Chuan couldn't help but be stunned, even he himself had never seen it.

"If you saw it!" the baker continued: "You would know that it was a major, yes, a British major, using a four-power sniper scope, but he was killed by Frick with an ordinary rifle. , Which one of you can do it? If anyone can do it, I will give this rifle to him!"

"Maybe it's luck!" Paul said.

"Luck?" The baker glared at Paul: "In front of an experienced sniper, luck alone is not enough. I believe you all know this. So... I think Frick just has a sniper rifle. The best candidate!”

The other soldiers stopped talking after hearing this, but Qin Chuan could see that they were not convinced, or it could be said that they were worried that Qin Chuan would not be able to protect them in the battle.