Chapter 11 Rest

So Qin Chuan got a sniper rifle at the insistence of the baker, which was originally a sniper rifle of the trigger.

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

Judging from Paul's performance, he was fully qualified to be a sniper... In more than a year of fighting, he had killed more than 30 enemies on the battlefield with a rifle. Few people could do this without getting hurt, and Paul was 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 the sniper school who occupy the position of sniper.

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

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

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

"I hope you can deserve this sniper rifle!" Paul replied coldly.

Qin Chuan felt that it was useless to say anything more, so he gave up.

"You don't have to feel that you owe him!" Da Xiong 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 the sergeant's order, isn't it?"

This is a good excuse, but it didn't make Qin Chuan feel relieved, because Qin Chuan suddenly found out... He was actually responsible for the life of his comrade, just because of this sniper rifle, and he couldn't even take care of himself!

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

The troops marched forward all the way, and lunch was to enjoy the rations they brought with them during the break, which was a small piece of cold bread and a baked potato.

Although there was still no appetite, the baked potato was obviously better than the sausage, at least it didn't remind Qin Chuan of the red meat paste on the tank tracks.

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

At 3:30 pm, the troops should have continued to march, but they encountered a British stronghold... Agdabia City.

According to the news from the scouts, there were at least two British regiments stationed in Agdabia.

If they launched an attack at this time, on the one hand, the troops were very tired after a long march, and on the other hand, it would be dark in a few hours. For the German army, which was not familiar with the terrain, it would be easy to get into trouble in fighting the British in the city after dark.

So the German army planned to take a short rest and assemble, and then launch the attack the next day.

However, resting in the desert is not a pleasant thing. The temperature here can reach 40 degrees during the day, and it drops to about minus one degree at night. It can be said that it is truly "burning in the daytime and freezing cold at night"... Although minus one degree is not "freezing cold", the instantaneous transition from hot to cold is like walking into an air-conditioned room just after coming out of a steam bath. This kind of cold can be imagined.

In addition, there are annoying black mosquitoes and fleas, which will harass you without stopping.

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

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

But he woke up soon after, not because of the gunshots and artillery sounds in the dark, he had gradually gotten used to it, although he had only been in this time and space for a few days.

Qin Chuan was awakened by a nightmare, sweating all over his head... He dreamed of the British soldiers he had killed, the desperate eyes of the British prisoners, and the miserable cries of the British wounded under the tank tracks.

Qin Chuan looked around, the endless darkness made him a little creepy, Qin Chuan, who never believed in ghosts and gods, couldn't help but worry that those British soldiers would come to him to kill him.

But soon, Qin Chuan was no longer afraid, because he felt that it was better to die than to live like this... Such a life is simply hell. You have to face death every day and you can die at any time. Everyone wants to try to survive, and for this, they must take as many lives as possible.

This is war, war!

Qin Chuan has seen wars more than once in books and movies, but he never thought that real wars 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... thinking about whether no one would care or even know if he died on this battlefield.

Then, Qin Chuan couldn't fall asleep again. 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 awakened by fear.

"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".

Unlike before, this time it was a city war.

When Qin Chuan thought that the enemy might be hiding in any building and shooting at him from the roof, windows, wall cracks and other unimaginable places, his hands holding the bread trembled involuntarily.

"Maybe I won't be so lucky this time!" Qin Chuan thought, and at the same time turned his eyes to the sniper rifle at his feet... It may not play a big role, because there is a high probability that there is only one street between the enemy and us.

Thinking of this, although the breakfast is richer than usual... The supply troops came 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 appetite. He could only think of the scene in his mind where he was running in the ruins of the street and suddenly a bullet flew from nowhere and knocked him down.

At this time, the baker counted ten bullets for each person.

Soon someone protested: "Sergeant, our ammunition has been almost consumed in yesterday's battle!"

"So you need to use it sparingly!" The baker said: "You know, supply in the desert is not as easy as we thought. If too much ammunition is transported, water or food must be reduced accordingly. Are you willing to do this!"

"No, of course not!"

"Then shut up!" The baker said: "Then get ready!"

The German soldiers checked their weapons at the same time. Some soldiers even disassembled their rifles and wiped them with oilcloth. Only Qin Chuan looked at them blankly, and then looked at his rifle stupidly...

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