Chapter 311 Is This War?

"Colonel!" Orderly Adrian lay beside Charles, looking nervously in the direction of the enemy while reminding loudly: "You should go into the anti-gun cave!"

Because of the shortage of manpower, Charles's guard company also joined the battle, and only Adrian could protect Charles' safety.

"No, Adrian." Charles replied: "Give me a rifle!"

Although the idea of ​​"hiding back in the anti-gun cave" was very tempting, Charles still resisted the temptation. When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs be intact? At this time, everyone should play a role instead of protecting themselves.

Adrian was stunned. He wanted to persuade Charles, but he swallowed his words when he saw Charles's firm eyes.

He ran away quickly and brought an Ottoman Empire Mauser rifle in a short while.

At that moment, Charles felt that Adrian was like a worm in his stomach, and he knew what he was thinking.

Compared with Lebel of France, Charles preferred to use Mauser.

Its center of gravity is fixed, and it will not change with each bullet fired like Lebel, which is a nightmare for shooters who want to shoot accurately.

Adrian knew that Charles had practiced with rifles before, so he didn't say much. He just showed one side of the rifle to Charles: "This is a blocker. You need to pull it back before loading each time."

"Understood." Charles replied.

Adrian handed over another 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 thought.

Tijani happened to come from the other end of the trench. He inspected several machine gun points nearby and ordered several people to replenish the barbed wire.

There were a lot of barbed wire in the captured supplies, which were enough for the 105th Infantry Regiment to use for a few days.

When he saw the rifle in Charles's hand, he shouted in surprise: "Colonel..."

Charles raised his rifle and said: "It can give me a sense of security!"

At least part of this is true. A pistol can't hit anything. It takes 6 bullets to kill an enemy at close range, and one of them must hit the head.

Charles thought, when should I improve the pistol?

I didn't feel urgent before, but now I realize that all this is related to my life.

"Okay." Tijani nodded and stopped objecting: "But be careful."

"Of course." Charles smiled. "Be careful" on the battlefield sounded more like irony.

A dozen minutes later, the enemy launched another charge.

This time there was no artillery preparation, which was obviously telling the opponent that they were short of ammunition.

This may also be due to the 105th Infantry Regiment blocking the road:

The Ottoman Empire was a poor country. During this period, they had transferred their artillery to the Dardanelles. The 105th Infantry Regiment blocked the road, which directly caused their artillery to be on this side and the shells to be on the other side.

The Ottoman soldiers crouched forward, holding rifles in their hands, and approached slowly in a black mass.

Charles imitated the others, put his rifle on the trench, and stared at the approaching enemy through the crosshairs.

It felt a little different, as if he was in control of a person's life, just a slight pull of the trigger.

Then, Charles noticed what they were holding in their hands, and after a closer look, he found that it was a piece of wood, carried by two people one in front and one behind.

This was obviously used to pass the barbed wire.

Charles was relieved, because they never realized that the key point was the grenade. Or they realized it, but had no 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.

The scene of killing the Ottoman with a revolver in the early morning emerged in his mind.

At that time, Charles was in a hurry to save his life, and he didn't think about anything else. He didn't think it would cause much trouble to himself and ignored many details.

Now recalling it, it suddenly came to my mind like a movie.

His murderous and hateful face, the shaking when he was hit by bullets continuously, the pain and persistence in his eyes, and the last bullet hit his left forehead... bloody black holes, frozen expressions like time stopped.

This gave Charles the urge to throw away the rifle in his hand and escape from everything, run as far as he could, and live the rest of his life happily with the wealth in his hands.

But Charles finally persisted.

Because Charles understood that this was a world war, and since he invented the tank, he was destined to embark on this extraordinary road of struggle.

It was still 300 meters, and Tijani shouted: "Fire!"

The order was like pulling the switch of the war machine, and the bullets were fired at the enemy like popcorn.

But Charles could not hear or see anything.

Perhaps he realized that this was a life-and-death contest, and he suddenly calmed down at the moment of the fight, with only his sights and targets in his eyes.

"Bang!" The bullet whizzed out and killed a target.

That was an Ottoman officer. He had carefully painted his red shoulder straps black and even discarded his command knife, 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 the slippery ground, so he was reluctant to change them, but he didn't want to lose his life because of it.

(The above picture shows the Ottoman officer's uniform)

"Bang!" Another bullet flew out of the chamber.

That was a machine gunner. He and several comrades carried the Maxim and moved forward carefully in the crowd.

They hoped to set up at a distance of about 300 meters, and then suppress the French defense line at close range and cover their teammates' attack.

Charles' bullet interrupted their rhythm, and Maxim tilted, lost his center of gravity and fell heavily to the ground.

The machine gunners were about to lift it again, but were swept down by a row of machine gun bullets.

"Bang!"

This time, Charles shot a signalman, who ran up from the back quickly and seemed to be conveying a certain order.

He should be a veteran, constantly using the craters to jump forward, suddenly jumping into the bunker and then suddenly jumping out, like a cunning rabbit.

However, Charles 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 came flying.

It hit, and Charles saw a blood arrow spurting out where the bullet passed, but the man rolled into the crater due to inertia.

Suddenly, several bullets whizzed over Charles' head.

Charles quickly ducked his body and retracted his head. He realized that he had made a mistake: staying in one place all the time made it easy for the enemy sniper to lock on him.

Is this war?

Charles thought to himself, 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 space to be afraid!