Expedition to Europe

The Battle of the Somme was the largest battle in World War I, starting on June 24, 1916 and ending on November 18.

The British and French coalition forces paid a price of more than 620,000 casualties in order to break through the German defenses and push them back to the French-German border. During the war, the British and French forces killed and injured almost the same number of German troops, causing 130,000 German troops to disappear and 300,000 to flee. However, the purpose of the campaign was not achieved.

When Qin Zhiyuan and others arrived in France, the Battle of the Somme had been going on for more than two months. During these two months, Britain and France suffered heavy casualties. On the first day of the battle, the British army There were nearly 60,000 casualties.

In all the wars before this, no side had ever lost 60,000 people in one day, which shows the cruelty of the battle.

Since the beginning of the war, the French army has suffered less casualties than the British army. Therefore, the French are used to death and farewell ceremonies. For them, life is just a number on paper.

The French second lieutenant in front of Qin Zhiyuan was obviously like this.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the artillery fire in the distance was shining brightly and darkly with a heart-stopping light. From time to time, "rumbling" explosions could be heard faintly. The earth was shaking, the air was burning, the sun and moon were not visible in the sky, and even the stars at night could not be seen. Can't bear to see it.

There was still an endless stream of troops walking on the road. What was strange was that almost everyone was silent. They just walked towards death and their destination in silence.

"What do you want to do? Shoot me to death? Can you kill everyone here? Can you guarantee that your conscience will not be condemned?" Qin Zhiyuan took another step forward with the muzzle of the gun, as if he felt uncomfortable Like the muzzle of a gun pressed against his chest, he pointed at the bright and dark explosion flames in the distance and continued to fire fiercely. Pressed: "Look over there, your compatriots are enduring the German shelling. They are huddled in the trenches with hungry stomachs, holding up the German shells, holding rifles that may have been empty of bullets, praying for God's blessing, Crying and wanting to go back to my mother, waiting for artillery support from my artillery brothers..."

As Qin Zhiyuan spoke, he moved forward. Forced by Qin Zhiyuan's power, the poor second lieutenant could only retreat step by step, gradually retreating to the edge of the crater.

"And you, you damn, stupid, incompetent fat pig, are here because of your ridiculous discrimination and low self-esteem, wanting to shoot your allies. Is your self-esteem greater than the lives of your brothers on the front line? "Qin Zhiyuan is not afraid at all, because the safety of the pistol on his chest has not been turned on. Even if the second lieutenant wants to shoot, he must turn on the safety of the pistol first. Qin Zhiyuan's reaction speed is enough to stop such behavior.

"You...you..." The second lieutenant's face turned red and he looked like he was going crazy. Qin Zhiyuan's angry rebuke was like stripping off the second lieutenant's military uniform, exposing him naked in front of everyone, and accepting the crowd's onlookers and ridicule. He couldn't stand this, so the second lieutenant tried to open the safety with his thumb, trying to kill Qin Zhiyuan and regain control of the situation.

"Hmph..." Qin Zhiyuan sneered, and like lightning, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the revolver of the pistol to prevent it from firing. Then he pulled and buckled the second lieutenant's pistol, then controlled the second lieutenant in his arms and held the gun against it. On the ensign's forehead.

"stop!"

"Let him go!"

"It's still too late for you to turn back now!"

The surrounding French soldiers loaded their ammunition and aimed their guns at Qin Zhiyuan.

"Put the gun down!"

"Who dares to shoot!"

"Fuck, come on!"

The workers immediately picked up their shovels and swarmed around Qin Zhiyuan, protecting Qin Zhiyuan tightly in the middle.

"Don't be impulsive. Put down your gun first." A French soldier with the rank of sergeant major stepped out from the crowd and opened his hands to block the two groups of people.

"Sir, please let go of Lieutenant Neil. I can guarantee that he will not do anything detrimental to you." The sergeant major was very authoritative. After he finished speaking, most of the soldiers lowered their rifles. , no longer targeting workers.

The sergeant major is a very special existence in the Western army. This position is generally held by veterans who have high prestige and experience in the army. The sergeant major is different from the master sergeant in that he is not an officer. However, if junior officers such as company and platoon commanders in the general army make decisions, they will consult the sergeant major.

"Okay, as you wish." Qin Zhiyuan stepped out from the crowd, pushed the second lieutenant in his hand to the sergeant, and turned the handle of the second lieutenant's pistol and handed it over: "He seems to have been stimulated by something, maybe he has veteran syndrome. , maybe something else. In short, he is no longer suitable to serve on the front line, nor is he suitable to return to his hometown. It is best to find him a mental expert, otherwise his future life will be very difficult."

Veteran syndrome is a symptom similar to mental illness caused by the fact that during the war, the spirit was highly concentrated and faced with crazy enemies and dead comrades every day without timely mental relief.

"Damn it, you yellow-skinned monkey, I'm going to kill you, I must kill you, go back to your country, this does not belong to you, go back to Berlin." As soon as the second lieutenant was let go, he turned towards Qin Zhiyuan He rushed over and kept hurling insults in his mouth, looking like he was crazy.

"His brothers died in the battle a month ago, three brothers, all died on the same day." The sergeant major called two soldiers, controlled the second lieutenant who was already in a state of madness, and then explained with a sad expression.

"It's really sympathetic." Qin Zhiyuan shook his head and sighed. War is always cruel. "I can understand Neil. Thank you for your explanation, Mr. Sergeant Major. This makes me feel not too bad."

"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. No. 10086, please start your work now." Not all Westerners discriminate against Chinese people. Just like in the future, not all Chinese discriminate against Indians.

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Of course, one thing is one thing. After the accident is resolved, Qin Zhiyuan and his men still have to fill the pit. The French, led by the sergeant major, will not help.

Westerners are always very persistent in "each doing his own job".

Since the problem has been solved, Qin Zhiyuan also picked up a shovel and began to dig soil from the roadside to fill the pit.

This crater is estimated to be bombarded by heavy artillery with a caliber of more than 200 mm. It is large and deep. A hundred workers have filled it for ten minutes, but the bottom of the pit has not been filled.

Qin Zhiyuan started to change his method after digging a few times. Most of the people were digging soil, and the rest were looking for raincoats, cloaks, canvas and other things to make containers for transportation. The speed was indeed much faster. After about half an hour, the crater was filled and the convoy continued to move forward.

Not long after moving forward, the convoy stopped again. This time the crater was bigger and deeper...

Qin Zhiyuan looked into the distance with the light beam of the car lights. One crater after another was stacked layer by layer, densely packed, and one extended to the end of the light beam.

This is not filling a crater, this is rebuilding a road.

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