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Carrasco, holding a military shovel, sat bored in the newly dug trench, looking up at the narrow sky.

Ever since he was rewarded for capturing the German war plan (rewarded by being moved from a dangerous front to a safe rear), he has felt idle and humiliated.

Yes, the recruit was very tired of this honor, because he felt that he had no chance to use his magic marksmanship again.

Thinking back then, I killed a German military officer with one shot. Who else could have this kind of marksmanship? And now, who else can I use my marksmanship on when I stay here? bird? Mengxin lonely thought.

This feeling persisted until yesterday - the Germans launched their onslaught into the most unlikely places.

Hearing that the Germans were advancing where he was, made Carrasco very happy. He felt that with his marksmanship, he would definitely be transferred to the front line, so he wiped his rifle over and over again, preparing to kill it again in the near future. A German Colonel.

However, the order he received was to stay on the spot and dig a trench, dig a long and deep trench, which they said was called an anti-tank trench.

I'm against you mmp, let's not say that people can't beat us, just say the distance between us is more than 100 kilometers, how can they hit me.

Carrasco burst into tears, feeling that his marksmanship was about to be buried.

But God seems to be his father, taking care of him "silently" all the time.

Just when he woke up the next day, he got a piece of news that excited him and made his teammates terrified-the Rommel armored group in front of him had advanced 100 kilometers crazy in just one day! Now their line of defense has become a front line.

"Carrasco! Have you finished digging here?" The platoon leader's urging voice came from his ear, "When you're done, go to the fourth shift to help. They dug a big rock!"

"Okay, okay." Carrasco sighed and stood up, patted the dirt on his butt, picked up his beloved rifle and shovel, turned and walked towards the fourth shift.

"Damn it! This shit stone is really heavy!" Carrasco heard the unique loud voice of the fourth squad leader before he reached the section in charge of the fourth squad, "Tie the ropes for me! Fasten the brackets. Get up! The Germans won't wait for us!"

"Report to the fourth squad leader! The platoon leader asked me to help!" Carrasco quickly slid into the half-dug trench, stood at attention and saluted.

"A recruit from the third squad?" The fourth squad leader frowned at Carrasco.

"Yes, fourth squad leader!"

"Call me sir!" The fourth squad leader still frowned, then he waved his hand and said, "Okay, recruit, go to the top to help put up the stand, and then with the other soldiers, give it when I say pull. I'm pulling this damn rock out, understand?"

"Yes, four... sir!" Carrasco replied nervously, and then climbed up again from the side.

"Hmph, recruit!" Looking at Carrasco's back, the fourth squad leader sighed and snorted.

Carrasco swiftly climbed to the ground and helped the fourth group of soldiers erecting the bracket to stabilize a log.

"Thank you, brother." Everyone hurriedly set up the bracket, wiped their sweat, and said to Carrasco.

"No, a little busy." Carrasco shyly scratched his head.

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Looking at your rank, you should be a recruit, right? ' said one veteran, looking over Carrasco's shoulder and laughing.

"Yeah." Carrasco nodded, "I was assigned here just after I came out of the boot camp."

"Directly assigned here?" The veteran frowned, "It's a bit strange. Generally, recruits are directly assigned here because of the second generation who came down and mixed their seniority. You, shouldn't you be one of them?"

"I'm not!" Carrasco was a little annoyed that the old soldier confused himself with a moth, "I was assigned here because of my military exploits!"

"Fighting exploits?" The veteran was stunned, "What military exploits?"

"Yes!" Carrasco was very proud, "I shot a German colonel to death! I also captured the German war plan!"

"Oh, it turns out that it was you who captured the "Yellow Project"." The veteran gave Carrasco a meaningful look.

"Yes, it's me!" Carrasco nodded proudly, "Am I amazing?"

"Excellent, if it weren't for you, the German wouldn't have advanced here in just one day." The veteran muttered in a low voice.

"Ah? What did you say?"

"No, I didn't say anything, you said that your shot was really beautiful." The veteran immediately shook his head, patted Carrasco on the shoulder and changed his tune.

"That's it!" Carrasco was very happy. "My shot said that the first shot will never be a thug! One shot will kill the German colonel!"

"Haha, it's amazing." The veteran smirked, "But remember, don't tell anyone else about this."

"Ah? Don't tell others? Why?" Carrasco asked in confusion.

"Because the Germans are a group of debt collectors, they will pay their debts." The veteran sighed, "Obviously, you owe them a little debt."

"German army?" Carrasco curled his lips, "A group of chickens."

"Cai...cai...cai chicken?" The veteran almost choked on his own saliva after hearing this.

"Isn't it? They can rush to me without raiding?" Carrasco said disdainfully.

"A new recruit..." The old soldier couldn't help laughing at Carrasco's new-born calf that was not afraid of tigers. "Okay, then even the German army is a group of chickens. But besides the German army, the people around you will also kill you. ."

"The people around you?"

"Yes." The veteran nodded. "When the Germans attack, I think there will be many people willing to sell you to the Germans in exchange for their own lives. As I said, the Germans will pay their debts."

"Oh, I see." Carrasco nodded ignorantly.

"Everyone! It's time for dinner! Hurry up and finish eating!" While the two were chatting, the company commander shouted out what everyone liked to hear.

"Eat!" Carrasco shouted happily.

"Do you want to stay and eat with our class?" the veteran invited.

"No, our monitor is waiting for me to go back." Carrasco smiled, then turned and walked towards the location of his class.

"Oh, yes." Halfway through, Carrasco seemed to remember something, "According to your accent, you shouldn't be Belgian, right?"

"No." The veteran shook his head, "I was assigned here because I can speak Belgian."

"Then you..."

"I'm a Pole," the veteran said, turning around and walking towards the lunch spot not far away.