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10 At Terra, at the Somme, at New Eden, at. . . (2)

July 1916, 7, the Somme, French offensive positions

"French warriors! The Germans attacked us at Verdun, they tried to take the fortress of Verdun, and then beat us by taking our beautiful capital, Paris! But! We held Verdun! And in Verdun Deng is engaged in a tug-of-war with those damned Germans! In order to relieve the pressure on our friendly forces, we must take the initiative to attack the Germans on the opposite side. With a fierce offensive, the Germans have to withdraw their troops from Verdun and relieve our pressure on Verdun. The pressure from the brothers in the direction!"

A French major put one hand on the ladder climbing out of the trench, and shouted loudly at the French soldiers in the trench who drew out their bayonets and stuck them on the muzzles of their rifles.

When everyone had locked their bayonets, he picked up the whistle hanging around his neck and blew it by his mouth, shouting loudly: "Now! For France, go forward and destroy them! Bayonet! For France! Attack!"

"attack!"

"attack!!"

"attack!!!"

Accompanied by the sound of whistles and shouts throughout the trench, countless figures wrapped in blue-gray coats, led by the middle and lower-level officers who took the lead in the charge, charged towards the opposite German position.

"Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da!"

The soldiers of the German Second Army on the opposite side of the French army got ready while the French army shouted. At this time, they saw countless figures charging towards them, and they immediately pulled the triggers of all kinds of firearms in their hands. .

"fire!"

The mortars erected behind the trenches fired at the attacking French soldiers amidst the officers' passwords.

"Hey~! Boom!"

A mortar shell that deviated from the trajectory happened to land in front of the French trench, and a French sergeant who had just jumped out of the trench was shaken by the shock wave of the shell explosion and fell back into the trench.

. . . . . .

"Ah... who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?"

The classic three questions of the human soul.

Kotra opened his eyes, staring blankly at the trench in front of him.

"Hey! Sergeant! Where are you injured?" An officer with the rank of second lieutenant on his shoulder found him lying in the trench, and came over and asked with concern.

"I don't know... where is this? My head is so dizzy..." Kotla only felt dizzy for a while, and subconsciously answered the second lieutenant's question.

The second lieutenant walked up to him, pulled him up and picked up his helmet and said, "You're lucky, Sergeant."

"Here, your helmet just blocked a shell fragment for you. If it wasn't for the helmet, you should be lying on a stretcher and waiting to be covered with a white cloth." After observing for a while, he grabbed a corpse of a French soldier lying on the trench, took off his helmet and pressed it on Cotra's head, saying: "Sergeant, you were stunned by the shock wave of the shell just now. There are still 10 minutes to attack, you can rest in the trenches and prepare for the next attack. Good luck!"

After the second lieutenant finished speaking, he patted Cotra on the shoulder and continued to patrol the trench.

After he left, Cotra, who was still in a daze, suddenly realized something. He shuddered, looked at the rifle in his hand with a pale face, and let go of his hand subconsciously.

The rifle hit the wooden bottom of the trench with a muffled sound, and he crouched down in the trench.

"Isn't it? Why am I so unlucky? I came to the battlefield just after crossing? Wait a minute, this is...?" He found the rifle he had let go of just now, and tremblingly reached out to pick it up again, and picked it up at the same time. There is also the scrapped steel helmet that was just discarded by the second lieutenant.

"M1915 Adrian helmet and Lebel 1886 rifle, the iconic equipment of the French army..."

As an outstanding (and) color (quality) Battlefield 1 player, he has already recognized the helmet he was wearing and what type of rifle he was just holding in his hand.

Suddenly he let out an exclamation, and then he remembered something, hurriedly touched his body and prayed to all the gods he knew in a low voice: "Oh my god! Did you travel to the battlefield? War? No way! Is there a more miserable traverser than me? God! God! Buddha! Sanqing Daozu! It’s enough that I traveled to the French frontline during World War I, please don’t Let me go through a meat grinder like the Verdun Somme and the Marne, let me stay quietly in a small place until the end of the war or run away!"

Fortunately, because the attack had just been launched at this time, the French army crowded in the trenches had already left. Otherwise, even if he was muttering not French but Chinese at this time, he would have attracted the surrounding French soldiers to watch.

But after searching for a long time, he couldn't find anything like a watch or a pocket watch, so he had no choice but to give up looking and walk along the trench in the direction where the second lieutenant came, hoping to find someone to find out what time it is and where he is .

Not far away, he heard movement behind him, and he quickly turned around to look at the place where the movement came from.

Two tired French soldiers are coming out of a wooden door that has been pushed open, hunched over.

"Hey! Dude! Come here, I have something to ask you." Cotra hurriedly shouted to the two French soldiers with the French he learned before crossing.

"Hello, sergeant, what can I do?" Two French soldiers heard his shout and came up to him, and one of them, a soldier with freckles on his face, asked him.

"Hello, brother, I want to ask what date is it today? Just now I met a second lieutenant who said he was going to attack again? Didn't he just attack? Why continue to attack?" Cotra thought for a while asked the freckled soldier.

The freckled soldier was a little surprised by the sergeant's address to himself, but he still said to Cotra honestly: "Today is July 7, and we are going to drive these Germans who crossed the Somme out of our country."

July 7st!Somme!The tragic flesh and blood mill with 1 casualties on the first day of the British army!

Kotra turned pale when he heard this, and almost missed the rifle with trembling hands.

"Sergeant, what's the matter with you?" The freckled soldier looked at the pale sergeant in front of him and asked with concern.

"I'm fine...you let me be quiet..." Cotra knew that his face must be ugly now, he waved his hands at the two French soldiers, and found a place in the trench to squat down in despair.

Anyone who has just passed their junior high school history knows the Battle of the Somme, and Cotra is no exception.He squatted in the corner of the trench, listening to the sound of shelling and screams from a distance, looking up at the sky.

"Oh my god! I'm a college student who has only experienced military training in college, and I haven't even killed a chicken. It's nothing more than sending me a few beauties or Grandpa Goldfinger after time travel. How dare I throw me directly on the battlefield? The cruelest meat grinder battlefield... You want me to die! I don’t even know how to fire a gun, I have only played FPS games! It’s better to just let me die!” He was sad Looking at the rifle in his hand, he couldn't help throwing the rifle down at his feet.

Chapter 11 In Terra, in the Somme, in New Eden, in. . . (3)

No one knew Kotra's sadness alone. He just lowered his head for a while, and when he raised his head again, he found that there were many blue-gray coats around him.

"What is this for?" he murmured subconsciously.

A French officer climbed halfway up the ladder, shouted a few words to kill the German guy opposite, and then shouted: "Bayonet on! For France! Attack!"

"attack!"

The French soldiers in the trench held a bayonet-mounted rifle in one hand, and climbed out of the trench with a ladder in the other to charge the opposite German position.

"Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da!"

The German army could not help but use various artillery for blocking shooting, and also used heavy machine guns for parabolic shooting.

Several French soldiers who had just climbed out of the trench were immediately beaten into convulsions, turned over and fell back into the trench again.

Coincidentally, they all fell in front of Kotla.

Seeing the bloody, hideous corpse lying in front of him.As a college student in a modern peaceful country, Kotla, who had never seen such a scene before, was so frightened that he turned around subconsciously and ran away with his head in his arms.

"Hey! Stop! Soldier! Great France will not tolerate cowards! Stop! If you run again, you will be sent to the warden!"

Soon some military officers found Kotra chasing after him and shouting.

However, Kotra, who was in panic, couldn't listen to anything at this time, and his mind was full of thoughts of leaving the battlefield.

It's a pity that even if a large wave of soldiers rushed out of the trench just now, there were not a few remaining soldiers and officers preparing for the next wave of attack. Kotla only ran a few tens of meters before being caught by an officer.

"Sergeant! What are you doing?!" the officer who caught him asked him after glancing at the rank on his uniform.

"Everyone is attacking, why don't you go out?!" The officer who was chasing up behind also came to Kotla's side and asked.

"I...I want to go home..." Kotla just recovered a little bit at the moment, and said without hesitation with red eyes after hearing the officer's question.

"..."

"..."

The two officers looked at each other after hearing what he said, and it was a captain with a higher rank who held Kotla back.He said to a lieutenant who was chasing after him: "Lieutenant, you can solve it."

"Yes, Captain." The lieutenant saluted the captain, and then pulled Kotla towards the back of the trench.

And the captain, like the French officers who organized the charge earlier, half stood on the ladder of the trench and shouted "For France! Attack!" After that, he jumped out of the trench.

Kotla didn't know where the lieutenant was taking him, he just followed the lieutenant blindly.

Halfway through, the lieutenant asked Cotra, "Sergeant, do you still want to go home?"

"think."

Kotla replied honestly.

'Is not this nonsensical?How can I, a traverser, want to struggle on a battlefield full of blood and blood?I'm not from those turbulent countries in the Middle East, I don't know how to fight at all! ' he thought to himself.

"Sergeant, we all want to end the war and go home. But the only way to end the war is to get those damn knuckles off our land! We can only end it if we get the knuckles off our land Go home from the war and drink a glass of red wine with the beautiful girls." The lieutenant enlightened Cotra.

"But I..."

Cotra wanted to say something more, but the lieutenant gave him no time to speak.

He grabbed Kotla and continued to lead him forward for dozens of steps, and then a small forest appeared in front of the two of them.

Kotla looked at the lieutenant suspiciously, not knowing what he was doing here.

The lieutenant seemed to know his doubts and whispered to him towards the grove: "Stand here, look."

After a while, I saw more than a dozen French soldiers who were covered in mud, some with blood on their faces, and their weapons and equipment were removed, being crushed by a group of French soldiers with white armbands on their arms.

Cotra carefully found that the unarmed French army had all the rank marks on their collars and shoulders violently torn off.On the white armbands of the armed French army, the words revealed above seem to mean gendarmerie.

"Look."

The lieutenant saw that Kotra seemed to be looking around, grabbed his arm with one hand, and quietly touched the holster around his waist with the other.

I saw a man walking out of the French army with white armbands. He said loudly to the dozen or so French soldiers standing in a row who were pointed at guns: "Great France does not need cowards! You deserters and cowardly fighters who are cowering! Disgrace to our glorious French army! Now sentence you cowards and cowards to death according to the judgment of the provisional court-martial!"

The voice fell, and before the row of unarmed French soldiers could speak, the French soldiers who announced the verdict earlier shouted: "Aim! Shoot!"

"Bah bah bang bang!"

There was a burst of gunfire, and more than a dozen French soldiers whose ranks had been torn off collapsed on the muddy ground.

Cotra shuddered at the sound of the gunshot and almost wet his pants.

"Because you are a sergeant, I decided to give you a chance. Now, sergeant, please answer my question again. Do you still want to go home now?" The pistol drawn from the holster was loaded, and he raised his head and asked Kotla expressionlessly.

Cotra turned his head to look at the scene of collecting the corpses of the dozen or so French soldiers, and then looked down at the pistol in the lieutenant's hand in front of him.After swallowing his saliva, his complexion changed from heart to heart, and he shouted to the lieutenant in front of him: "No! Sir! I am willing to go through fire and water for the great France! Charge into battle! Shed my last drop of blood!"

"Good! Very energetic! We need people like you in France!" Hearing Cotra's statement, the lieutenant closed the safety of the pistol, and also praised Cotra loudly.

Then he took Kotra back to the trench, and then called a group of soldiers and said to him: "From now on, you are the squad leader. Your task is to lead them to charge and capture the trench opposite the Germans." !"

Kotla poked out half of his head cautiously along the trench, looked at the dense barbed wire on the opposite German position and the corpses of the French army lying in front of the position, and swallowed involuntarily.

"Now, sir?" he asked, turning to the lieutenant.

"Of course not now, wait until the next wave of attacks." The lieutenant glanced at Kotra strangely, then looked down at his watch and said: "The next wave of attacks will start in 6 minutes, you guys do it Get ready!"

After speaking, he took a few steps away, but his attention was still here.

Just when Kotla was about to speak to get acquainted with the team in front of him, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"@All Members, everyone is time-traveling! Where have you all time-traveled to?"

Chapter 12 In Terra, in the Somme, in New Eden, in. . . (4)

New Eden · Volgo Starfield · United States of Caldari · Orari Constellation · Ogalon · Deep Space

"Captain, wake up! I am Aura, your artificial intelligence assistant. Repeat again, you must wake up now! If you don't wake up, I will self-destruct the ship according to the safety protocol and force you to use a new Clone rebirth! That would be a pity, your clone is still new!"

In a cruiser with pits and pits on its hull, as if it had been corroded by strong acid, an electronic female voice kept calling to the space capsule in the driver's cab.

But the man with short black hair and shorts soaked in the biomass did not respond at all to the call of the shipboard artificial intelligence.

Seeing that no matter how she called, the captain controlling the battleship remained unconscious, so the ship's artificial intelligence Ola had no choice but to choose the self-destructing ship she mentioned earlier.

"boom!"

As a beautiful firework lit up in the dark universe, the broken cruiser, together with the space capsule inside, exploded into countless wreckages of different sizes.

. . . . . .

"Your ship and space capsule have self-destructed, and your consciousness has been transmitted to the base space station."

Accompanied by a soft electronically synthesized female voice and the white sensor light turned on, a cuboid cover was automatically opened, and the biomass liquid inside was quickly discharged from the bottom drain.

"Uh... ah... what's wrong with me... where is this?"

The man's moan sounded in the empty cabin.

Before the man remembered who he was, where he was, and what he was going to do three times, a sharp pain erupted in the man's mind.

"Uh uh uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The man hugged his head and curled up on the cold alloy floor, rolling, and even used his head to relieve his pain when he couldn't bear the severe pain.

After a while, most of the pain in his head finally eased, and the man had time to carefully sort out the memories in his mind.

"United States of Caldari? Pirates of Gustas? Giant bird-class cruiser? This is... I have traveled to EVE?" The man finally sorted out the memories in his mind, and even clearly knew that he was due to the time he just traveled. Because of the coma, his shipboard artificial intelligence Ola had to take the self-destruct ship to escape from a group of Guristas pirates.

"Ola, where is my closet?" the man, who was relieved, asked his artificial intelligence as he walked barefoot towards his captain's cabin.

"Hello, Your Excellency the Prophet, your closet is on the left hand side of the door." Aura's voice rang in the man's ear in time.

"I see, what time is it now? Ola? And, where am I now?" The man walked into the room, opened the closet and took out his clothes. He changed his clothes and asked Ola.