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At night.

Under the leadership of Corporal Arthur, the newly arrived death row privates began to walk out of the trenches, check and repair the barbed wire, all in the dark, without any light.

"When you light the first cigarette, the sniper on the opposite side will find you."

"When you light the second cigarette, they will aim at your head."

"There is no chance to light the third cigarette, boys."

"Hurry up, check it once and go to the tunnel to wait for soil transportation."

At the same time, under the leadership of the company sergeant Tommy, several people opened the wooden door embedded in the trench wall, followed the ladder into the tunnel, and the oil lamps in their hands illuminated the darkness.

The tunnel was hot and humid. Due to the rain, water droplets kept seeping out of the wall. The mud was over the ankles and made the soil softer. The wooden frame seemed to tremble. Upon closer inspection, there were signs of cracking and erosion.

"Ji, there is no guarantee at all." Jiang He secretly complained that landslides could happen at any time.

After going straight for dozens of meters, two forks appeared in the tunnel.

A bald man and an Irishman followed Tommy, who were his vanguard work group.

"Which side do you choose?"

Tommy's tone was a little solemn. Since yesterday, the warnings fed back by the extraordinary have been tormenting his perception. After entering the tunnel, this phenomenon has become more serious.

"There may be changes tonight."

Charlie and the death row prisoners were silent. The Prussians were also digging tunnels. Once the tunnels were connected, it would be a life-and-death struggle at hand. Pressure and fear gradually grew.

Jiang He stabilized his helmet and said, "Let's dig the fastest one."

"That's the right."

Tommy led the team to the left passage. The progress on the left was slow because the Somme River had been an ancient battlefield since ancient times. There were many dead bodies buried underground. They had unfortunately encountered one before. Relatively speaking, the progress on the right was fast, but the soil layer was more strangely soft, and there was a high probability of encountering enemy tunnel soldiers.

Jiang He led the team forward, and the tunnel became narrower and narrower, and in the end it could only allow one person to pass.

According to the instructions, he hung the oil lamp high up and picked up the engineer shovel to dig the soil.

The underground of the Somme River is a chalk layer with soft soil. It didn't take long for the dust to fall from the top of the head.

Charlie handed over the wooden board, and Jiang He built a simple frame to stabilize the tunnel, and hammered the nails into the connection.

"You are a natural blacksmith!" Charlie praised. Blacksmiths have a skill to make a living. It belongs to the technical branch of the army, which is equal to great strength in his opinion.

"I just eat a lot." Jiang He told the truth, and his hands kept moving.

It took more than ten minutes for the death row prisoners to transport the soil in the basket out. The tunnel was narrow, and the rifle could not be used at all. NCOs generally chose revolvers for self-defense, and privates all held bayonets.

After five rounds, the operation team advanced one meter.

Jiang He wiped the sweat from his forehead. The hot and humid environment plus the lack of oxygen made this a job that was not suitable for human beings. His shirt was soaked and his monocle was covered with mist.

"Is there any water?"

Charlie scratched his head. "When I came down, the sergeant only gave me three bottles of rum. He said that fresh water was not convenient to store in the trenches on the front line. Rum can suppress fear."

"Rum is fine."

Jiang He didn't have time to be pretentious. He took it and bit off the bottle cap and took a few sips. The alcohol content was not very high. It smelled like a gasoline barrel. This kind of wine was originally the standard for pirates.

Charlie also drank the wine and immediately frowned. "I didn't taste any spice juice or anything in it. Those commissary masters should be shot. In Birmingham, anyone who dares to sell such inferior products will be dead on the street tomorrow."

Ten minutes later, the death row prisoner came back with a basket and saw Charlie resting. He snorted immediately.

"What are you snorting about?" Charlie had a straight face.

The death row prisoner was not afraid of him and snorted again.

Charlie broke through the defense, stood up and rushed over.

Jiang He suddenly shouted in a low voice: "Don't move!"

Charlie and the death row prisoner looked at each other, their pupils shrank slightly, the extremely subtle sound of wooden nails was ringing, and there was a faint conversation, the direction of the sound came from the front.

The Prussians were digging in the opposite direction of them.

Jiang He exhaled. This narrow distance could not dodge with big movements. If the enemy focused fire, he might be shot in the head by the opponent before he collected enough helmets.

Without bothering to explain or perfunctory, Jiang He grabbed a silver-white spear with a hateful dragon pattern carved on the end of the spear, and the hatred was endless.

No mistake, one sentence, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, take a look!

Charlie widened his eyes and reached out to grab it, but unfortunately he got nothing.

The death row prisoner trembled as he turned off the oil lamp. In the darkness, the three of them felt like they were living in a second. After an unknown amount of time, a piece of soil fell from the tunnel wall in front of them. The other side seemed a little surprised and then stopped moving.

Charlie's breathing became more and more chaotic, and the hand holding the bayonet was sweating, but he was unaware of it.

Finally, the sound of the engineer shovel digging the soil was heard again. After just a few strokes, a big hole suddenly collapsed in the tunnel wall.

The Prussian soldier was shocked at first, and then he roared to remind his colleagues. He threw the engineer shovel in his hand and then rushed out bravely.

Jiang He turned his head to avoid the shovel, stabbed the Changhen Spear in his hand, and the heavy end of the spear hit the enemy's chest. There was no feeling of stagnation. The 3,000-jin spear easily penetrated the front and back, destroying the spine and flesh in an instant.

Charlie stood up with a hideous face and ran towards the big hole. He collided with a Prussian soldier, and the two fell to the ground.

The prisoner came forward and raised the bayonet to tie down. As a result, the gunfire sounded in the next second.

The leader of this Prussian operating team crazyly pressed the trigger of the left wheel pistol. The bullet flew out of the muzzle. The bleeding flower burst into the abdomen of the death penalty. , Bloodwater spray a thin scope, the third shot crushed the bridge of the nose, and took away his life directly.

Jiang He was shot under the gun, and the gun across the tunnel wall, accurately bombarded on the forehead of Prussia's leader, pulp, blood and squeezing bone squeezing overflow, no longer the original shape, leaving a section of blood -containing blood color. Senbai spine.

"Ah ah ah!"

Charlie held the bayonet that fell to the ground after falling down, and shouted, while shouting, he stabbed the enemy's neck and was scared. It was not until the wound was eroded, and then he was completely sloppy and looked at the prisoner. The name of the other party.

"Don't rest, you hurry up and call the sergeant to come over, tunnel dozens of meters, they may not hear it."

Jiang He picked up Charlie to exit him.

Although Charlie lost his soul, he knew that the situation was urgent, and in a blink of an eye, he ran into darkness.

Jiang He took away the four corpse helmets and put it all into the equipment bar of the permissions. This has a sense of security, which is the original scales. He is equivalent to wearing a super modern bulletproof coat and multi -layer bulletproof helmet. Basically, he will not die casually in the rain of gunfire.

The Prussian leader's left -wheel pistol was also picked up. There were 36 groups of bullets, which was enough for daily use.