Chapter 121 Fusion

"Boom--" a loud noise was the sound of a mortar explosion. The huge power of the explosion splashed the soil in front of the scattering pit, and many of them fell into the scattering pit and splashed on Dreck? Logan's body and face.

Private Drek? Logan is a recruit in the first row of E Company. It is the first time to participate in such a live-fire training. In fact, when the recruits were in the training camp, he also participated in live ammunition training, but they were all empty bullets, which could not form a threat, but this time it was obviously different. He felt this when the shell exploded.

"Wow! Whoo-hoo!" He couldn't help gasping, and then put his hands tightly around his head, lying tightly in the puddle, and the rifle was thrown aside by him.

The explosions came one after another, and they kept exploding around. Logan felt like a boat in the huge waves of the sea, being lifted to the top of the waves from time to time, and then thrown to the bottom without mercy.

"Hey, boy, are you scared?" He heard someone laughing at him in the violent explosion. He knew that this was a veteran Kabbe squatting in a scattering pit near him.

Locke did not answer, not because he didn't want or didn't want to answer, but because the explosion was so fierce that he didn't dare to stick his head out and speak. He was afraid of being hit by the shrapnel of the shell.

"Wake up, boy, this is just training!" Karbo looked at Logan like that, and his tone was full of disdain. "If this is a battlefield, then congratulations, the Germans will come over immediately. Either you are a prisoner of the Germans, or you are killed by the Germans. Hurry up and stick your head out, you coward!"

Under Karb's scolding, Logan finally stretched out his head when the explosion was sparse, and then saw Karb standing in the scattered soldier's pit, leisurely holding a bottle of wine into his mouth. I can't help but grow my mouth and be stunned.

"You're stupid, boy!" Kabo smiled and said, "You don't know what the battle in Normandy is like. It's much more fierce than this. Think about it, what it will be like when 88mm guns and 105mm shells are poured on your head? Wake up, which will scare you. How can you fight?

"I'm sorry!" Logan sarded his lips, and he suddenly felt ashamed of his performance. Of course, when he had some courage to stand up from the fodile pit, suddenly another shell exploded not far away, and the huge explosion suddenly pressed his outstretched head fiercely.

"Damn it!" Carper scolded and then shouted, "Cid, get up quickly. The second row is going to attack us. Pick up your weapon and stick your head out."

Kab's scolding made Logan a little ashamed. He pinched his fist secretly, then suddenly stood up, saw Kber's contemptuous eyes again, and his heart still shivered.

"Sadman, if you want to live on the battlefield, then you have to pretend to be dead! In this way, you won't be afraid!" Carbo used a cool posture and stepped on the edge of the scatter's pit while opening the safety of his submachine gun, " learn a little, boy!"

Logan nodded and said to Kab hesitantly, "You're right. I'll think I'm dead!"

"That's not what I said!" Carbo smiled and said, "It was our platoon leader, Lieutenant Parks."

"Lieutenant Parks?" Logan nodded, then grinned and looked at the scattered pit of Parks not far away! Then he saw Parks gesturing this way.

"Well, guys, we can't wait for the second row of people to attack us. The lieutenant asked us to take the initiative. The soldiers were divided into three ways, and my people followed me into a scattered formation. We attacked the left wing of the second row!" At this time, Martin suddenly climbed out of the riot pit and began to order the whole class to attack. "Pay attention to your distance, don't try to bypass the explosion area, don't send your own life."

"Lanny, Sinclair, you take the vanguard and bypass the damn explosion area. The rest of the people keep up!" After Lenny finished speaking, he began to move forward with a gun.

"Kon, come out quickly!" Kaber shouted at Logan.

Logan climbed out of the fodile pit and followed Kaber. He was very nervous all the way. He was afraid that there would suddenly be a shell around him. Such an idea made him look restless and cautious.

Parks also gestured to Gnauri on the right, signaling them to start attacking.

"Okay, the lieutenant let us attack!" Granary climbed out of the pit and began to signal the brothers of Class 3 to move forward.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Malachi said to Landoman, "The order we got is to stay here and wait for the second platoon to attack. Now the second platoon hasn't attacked yet, but we are going to fight them."

"Parks is not the kind of person who moves orders." Landorman looked at Malachi and smiled, "I think he must have wanted to hit Lieutenant Picak unprepared. I like this kind of battle!" Landoman said, only to see Parks signaling to him to attack.

"Okay, man, let's start working. Let's beat those guys in the second row!" Randallman smiled, and then made an offensive gesture to the whole class of soldiers.

"I also like this kind of battle!" Malachi said to himself, and then followed Landorman closely and began to move forward.

Not far from the position of the second row, Parks issued an order to charge. One row of three offensive directions charged to the second row at the same time. They began to run forward desperately and kept roaring.

"I can't keep up with them!" Miller gasped, but he felt something was wrong all over his body.

"Hurry up, soldier, run slowly, just wait to die!" White grabbed Miller's front and pulled forward vigorously. "We are going to suddenly hit the people in the second row. Your speed will only make the other party ready and then kill you."

"I'm sorry!" Miller gasped and rushed forward desperately. He felt that his lungs were about to explode.

In a forest, the second row of people seemed very leisurely, and their platoon leader, Lieutenant Pikak, was still assigning attack tasks for each class. Pickak's order this time was to attack a row of positions on time at 9:15.

Obviously, it's still five minutes away from 9.15.

"Lieutenant!" At this time, a soldier in charge of observation suddenly said nervously to Picak, who was assigning a task, "We have been attacked. Have they attacked?"

"What?" Picac shouted.

"A row of people, a row of people called!" The soldier shouted to Picak, "Lieutenant, you'd better take a look for yourself." With that, he handed the telescope to Picak!

Pikak could see a row of people attacking him from three times before he raised the telescope. He couldn't help but grow up, and then muttered, "This is not a rule, this... this is not a rule. They should guard the position. We are the attacking side. Damn it, what's going on? Who can tell me?"

"Hur, what should we do now?" Muck asked aside.

Pikak looked a little angry. He said to Muck, "Contact me about the company. Why did we change one by one with the row? This is too surprising. Is it the company's idea?"

Muck couldn't help but say, "S sir, we don't have time to contact the company. We must organize a counterattack immediately, or we will be finished!"

"Listen to my orders, corporal, if I say contact you, you can contact me. Don't talk nonsense here!" Picak almost roared at Mook, "Damn it, I'm the commander here!"

"Okay, sir!" Muck shrugged his shoulders. He couldn't understand, but he had to follow his orders!

A row of soldiers began to charge when they were less than 300 meters away from them. They were running all the way, and the figures were shaking in the woods. They could even see their mouths wide open because of their rapid gasping.

"Did you get in touch? Muck!" Picac shouted.

"I'm still in touch!" Muck wants to complain a few words, but it's obviously not the right time.

Everyone around is staring nervously at the row of people rushing towards them. The recruits were even more nervous. They held the rifle tightly in their hands, had long mouths, and stared at the rows of soldiers who were charging.

"I'm in touch." Muck suddenly shouted and handed the wireless walker to Picak.

Everyone stared at Picak, looking at him nervously, and wanted to hear something from his mouth.

"I see, captain." Picak hung up the phone. The look on his face was very depressed, but it did not affect his order. "Sighters, get ready to fight, hurry up, hurry up, don't stare at me. Looking ahead, a row of people are about to rush over!"

He was right. A row of people were about to rush over. They were less than 30 meters, and then in a few seconds, they would rush to the front of the position and hit them all.

"It's too late!" Muck sighed and then sat down in the scattering pit, because he had seen a rifle pointing at him, and what made him look frustrated was that the guy who raised the rifle at him was actually a recruit.

"Okay, you captured me!" Muck climbed out of the scattering pit and said to the new soldier with a gun, "Tell me, what's your name? I don't want to be caught by a nobody.

"Loughgen, sir, Dreck? Logan!" " The guy looked a little proud. Although he was trying his best to endure it, it also made Muck not very happy.

The people in the first row had just entered the position in the second row and occupied their position almost effortlessly when they were ready to sniper.

"Awesome!" Looking at the dejected look of the second platoon of soldiers surrounded by them, Miller suddenly smiled at White, "I like this feeling."

"Of course, who doesn't like it?" White said a word and ignored him.

Miller doesn't care, because he is very excited now, and the victory has come, which seems to be very simple.

"It's not in compliance with you, Lieutenant Parks!" Picak was obviously not convinced, although Winters said that he could adapt on the battlefield.

(to be continued)