German supremacy

Vogel soon realized that French artillery was growing.Three squadrons of 210mm cannons were firing on the left flank, four mortars on the right flank, and three cannons directly ahead.Vogel cursed in his heart, no wonder there was the sound of a transport truck last night, it turned out that it was here to transport ammunition for them.

As the war time prolongs, the French are obviously getting more and more into the state-the firing frequency and aiming of the artillery shells are much higher, and under the long-term heavy artillery bombardment, their artillery is becoming more and more anxious and out of standard.Already within a week there had been one mortar chamber explosion due to double reloading, destroying one mortar and one gunner at the same time, the second had a problem with the barrel - the barrel fit the shell Too close is equivalent to abolished.They have a total of four mortars and four cannons. Their firepower is no match for the French army, and now two of them are broken.

Vogel looked at the shrapnel above his head flying in an unknown direction with trepidation. He didn't want to stay in this place at all, but he couldn't do anything about it—it was the same everywhere, and there were such unknown risks everywhere.No one knows where the shells landed (Vogel once wondered whether they fired randomly), nor where the shells would appear from at the next moment. The only thing he could do was to avoid the roaring with his eyes and intuition. Fragments that shuttled past him.

Fortunately, my eyesight is good enough, Vogel rejoiced in his heart.Although this is not very effective in the environment where smoke and sand are everywhere after being bombed.

In fact, Vogel is used to such uncertainties.He'd been living this uncertain life since the beginning of the war, and luck was a big factor in surviving in this damn place.His comrades may have just dug a bulletproof trench and were killed in it, or they may have been lying on the battlefield pretending to be dead and nothing happened.Sometimes, Vogel felt that he might be willing to be bombed to death, and then everything was over. He no longer had to worry about bombs flying from nowhere, when he could eat, when he could sleep, and he and he How long can I live.

But this is just thinking about it, Vogel will never die casually, he cherishes his life very much.Especially at times like this.

I have survived even this kind of time, Vogel thought lying in the trench, so what else can I not survive?It doesn't get any worse than this.

Will do.

Like a recruit's panic.

It's just plain bad.

Several new reserve soldiers have been choking up and crying. They were obviously deranged by the cruelty of the war and the unexpected death of their friends and the bloody corpses. ('You know, the knee-jerk physiological reaction to hearing the gunfire for the first time is understandable. But at this point, it's pointless to be concerned about it all the time.') Their emotions even affected others, in fact , yes most, recruits.Their lips quivered, their legs trembled, and they looked like rats that might escape at any moment.And in their company, a full [-]% of the people are recruits.

Vogel really didn't know what the role of these recruits on the battlefield would be if they could only create panic.You can't be too hard on them, he once said to an instructor, they are still young.But now Vogel just wants to scold people, young, he thought angrily and irritably in his heart, young is not a reason for fucking anything.

I might really die here this time, he looked at those recruits, thinking in despair.