Chapter 311 Is this war?
"Colonel!" Adrian, the orderly, lay beside Charles. He looked nervously in the direction of the enemy and reminded loudly, "You should go into the anti-gun cave!"
Due to the shortage of manpower, Charles' guard company was also involved in the battle, and Adrian was the only one who could protect Charles' safety.
"No, Adrian," Charles replied, "Give me a rifle!"
Although the idea of "hiding in the bomb shelter" was tempting, Charles still resisted the temptation. When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact? At this time, everyone should play a role instead of protecting themselves.
Adrian was stunned. He wanted to persuade Charles, but when he saw Charles' determined eyes, he swallowed his words back.
He ran away quickly and returned with an Ottoman Mauser rifle a moment later.
At that moment, Charles felt that Adrian was like a worm in his stomach, and he knew everything he was thinking.
Compared to Lebel of France, Charles preferred to use Mauser.
Its center of gravity is fixed and will not change with each bullet like the Lebel, which is a nightmare for shooters who want to shoot accurately.
Adrian knew that Ciel had practiced with rifles before, so he didn't say much. He just showed one side of the rifle to Ciel: "This is the blocker. You need to pull it back before loading each time."
"Understood," Charles replied.
Adrian handed over a belt with dozens of Mauser rifle bullets hanging on it. Charles took it and tied it around his waist in a hurry. It was much heavier than he expected.
Tijani happened to be walking over from the other end of the trench. He inspected several nearby machine gun positions and ordered several men to replenish the barbed wire.
Among the captured supplies was a lot of barbed wire, enough for the 105th Infantry Regiment to use for several days.
When he saw the rifle in Charles's hand, he shouted in surprise: "Colonel..."
Ciel raised his rifle and said, "It can give me a sense of security!"
This is at least partially true. A pistol can't hit anything. It takes 6 bullets to kill an enemy at close range, and one of them has to hit the head.
Charles wondered when he should improve his pistol.
I didn’t feel any sense of urgency before, but now I realize that all of this concerns my life.
"Okay." Tijani nodded and stopped objecting: "But be careful."
"Of course." Charles smiled. "Be careful" on the battlefield sounded more like sarcasm.
Ten minutes later, the enemy launched another charge.
There was no artillery preparation this time, which was a clear signal to the opponent that they were low on ammunition.
This may also be attributed to the 105th Infantry Regiment blocking the road:
The Ottoman Empire was a poor country, and they had moved their artillery to the Dardanelles during this period. The 105th Infantry Regiment blocked the road, which directly resulted in their artillery on one side and their shells on the other side.
The Ottoman soldiers advanced with their backs bent, rifles in hand, and slowly approached in a black mass.
Charles followed the others' example, placed his rifle on the trench, and stared through the crosshairs at the approaching enemy.
The feeling seems to be a little different, as if I am in control of a person's life with just a simple pull of the trigger.
Then, Charles noticed what they were carrying in their hands. Looking closely, he found that they were pieces of wood, carried by two people, one in front and one behind.
This is obviously used to pass through barbed wire.
Instead, Charles felt relieved. They still didn't realize that the key point was the grenade. Or they realized it but didn't have a solution.
The enemy was getting closer and closer, and Charles was so nervous that his palms were sweating. Although the weather was still cold, his breathing became unconsciously rapid.
He had a picture in his mind of the early morning when he had shot the Ottoman with a revolver.
At that time, Charles was only concerned about saving his life in a hurry and didn't think about anything else. He didn't think how much trouble it would cause to himself and ignored many details.
Thinking back on it now, it suddenly seems as vivid as a movie.
His face was full of murderous intent and hatred, he shook when he was hit by bullets continuously, and there was pain and persistence in his eyes, and finally the bullet hit his left forehead... bloody black holes, his expression was frozen as if time had stopped.
This gave Charles the urge to drop his rifle and escape from everything, running as far as he could, and live the rest of his life happily with the wealth in his hands.
But Charles finally persevered.
Because Charles understood that this was a world war, and from the moment he invented the tank, he was destined to embark on this extraordinary road of struggle.
Still at 300 meters, Tijani yelled, "Fire!"
The order was like pulling the switch of a war machine, and bullets flew towards the enemy like popcorn.
But Charles could hear and see nothing.
Perhaps he realized that this was a life-and-death battle, he suddenly calmed down at the moment the fight started, with only his sights and targets in his eyes.
"Bang!" The bullet whizzed out and killed a target.
He was an Ottoman officer. He had carefully painted his red epaulettes black and even discarded his command sword, but his military boots still exposed his identity as an officer.
Perhaps he thought that military boots would help him cross the barbed wire on slippery ground, so he was reluctant to change them, but he didn't want to lose his life because of them.
(The picture above shows the Ottoman officer's uniform)
"Bang!" Another bullet flew out of the chamber.
He was a machine gunner. He and several of his comrades were carrying the Maxim and moving forward carefully among the crowd.
They hoped to set up at a distance of about 300 meters, then suppress the French defense from close range and cover their teammates' attacks.
Charles' bullets interrupted their rhythm, and Maxim tilted, lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
Just as the machine gunners were about to lift it up again, they were mowed down by a barrage of machine gun bullets.
"Bang!"
This time, Charles hit a signalman who ran up quickly from the back and seemed to be conveying some order.
He must be a veteran. He kept leaping forward with the help of shell craters, suddenly jumping into the bunker and then suddenly jumping out, like a cunning rabbit.
However, Ciel aimed at the next crater and predicted his jump point.
Sure enough, that was his goal.
A second before he jumped into the crater, Charles' bullet flew towards him.
It hit the target. Charles saw a stream of blood spurting out where the bullet passed, but the man rolled into the crater due to inertia.
Suddenly, several bullets whizzed past Charles' head.
Charles quickly crouched and retracted his head. He realized that he had made a mistake: staying in one place all the time made it easy for him to be targeted by enemy snipers.
Is this war?
Charles thought that it didn't seem as difficult as he had imagined.
He was not afraid when he pulled the trigger, because there was no time and room to be afraid!
(End of this chapter)
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