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Volume Two: My Country One Thousand and Forty-Two.  The growth of a soldier

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    Against the gray background, everything appears blurry and unreal.  Eric knew it wasn't his eyes' fault.  So, when Eric adjusted the brightness slightly, the image in the scope became clear and bright again.

    Eric breathed a sigh of relief and watched carefully.

    In the distance, the rugged hills stretch to the sky. Rocks of all sizes are scattered in disorder among the mountains and dense forests. The stream winds like a ribbon between the hills. This complex terrain is perfect for hunting and sniping.  Excellent venue.

    Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed and disappeared into a pile of rocks.

    Eric is excited, the target has been found.  Eric shrugged easily and curled his lips into a confident smile.

    "Hey, man, you made a mistake."

    At that moment, Eric had identified the location of his opponent, the gray-brown rock.  Yes, he must be hiding behind that smooth rock.

    "You can't run away, baby. No one can escape my grasp," Eric cried urgently in his heart: "Come on, my new prey, you know I've been waiting for you.  ?"

    As if responding to Eric¡¯s silent call, a black dot suddenly popped out from behind the boulder.

    Eric slowly and extremely carefully raised the sniper rifle that he had never left his hand, and stretched its dark barrel out from between the trees.  The gun was carefully camouflaged, with tattered military field camouflage strips of different lengths wrapped around it. It looked like a dead tree trunk covered with dead vines and fallen leaves.  Although it looks ugly, it is one of the most advanced and accurate sniper rifles in the world today, the German-made "Hunter" 7.62mm semi-automatic sniper rifle.  Its effective range is 800 meters and its tactical performance is very superior. It is Eric's favorite.

    Eric opened the folding butt. The biggest advantage of using this kind of gun in the jungle is that its butt can be folded, which shortens the length of the gun and makes it much easier to carry.  It reduces the fetters of branches, thus increasing one's flexibility and increasing the coefficient of survival on the battlefield.  After all, no one wants to take their own life as a joke.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

    Eric held the gun in a standard kneeling position, placed the hardwood butt firmly on his shoulder, placed his cheek against the adjustable cheek plate extremely comfortably, stretched his arm lightly, and held it firmly with his right hand.  Put your index finger into the trigger ring guard.  Eric's hand was extremely stable, and the rifle with a heavy barrel weighing 6.4kg did not shake at all in Eric's hand.

    This is Eric¡¯s tenth prey, and he no longer has the anxiety and heartbeat of his first sniper kill.

    Holding his breath and leaning his eyes on the 6x scope, Eric began to measure the distance between the target and Eric, wind speed, target moving speed and other parameters to make corresponding ballistic corrections.

    The scope has been firmly placed on the target's head, and the intersection of the crosshairs is right between the opponent's eyes.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®  Eric was looking forward to savoring the excitement, excitement, and relief that the bullet would bring to Eric the moment the bullet came out of the barrel.

    Everything seemed to be repeating itself, and in a trance, it seemed as if I had returned to the terrible nightmare half a month ago. Between dreaming and waking up, my finger lightly pressed on the trigger, and fired¡ª¡ª

    "Bang" - Eric's heart trembled suddenly, the sound of gunshots suddenly sounded, piercing the silence of the forest, and countless birds soared into the sky.

    Eric crouched quietly on the cold, damp forest floor with colorful leaves, listening intently.  The sound of the gunshot was clear and crisp. It was the unique sound made by the American-made M40 sniper rifle when it was fired. Unlike the sniper rifle in Eric's hand, it sounded a bit muffled.  With the sound of gunshots, a miserable scream suddenly stopped, and a terrifying and creepy stench filled the forest.

    The sound of the gunfire slowly dissipated, and the forest returned to its unique calm.  Birds chirped in the branches and squirrels jumped among the branches. It was as if nothing had happened, only the rustling of the stream and the faint smell of blood brought by the breeze.

    One of Eric¡¯s comrades died.

    After all, he suffered a psychological breakdown because he couldn't bear the mental tension and the pressure of fear.  When he was yelling, when he was shouting and cursing, when he rushed out of the hiding spot desperately, a bullet accurately hit his head, leaving a small, round hole between his eyes.  Bullet holes.

    The bullet passed through the enemy's eyebrows, and bright red blood spurted out. Eric's excitement reached the extreme.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

    The moment he put down the gun, Eric was a little confused.  Eric couldn't tell whether what was happening in front of him was an illusion or a real cruel hunting.  Maybe, both are the same.  War is originally the most boring or fascinating game invented by mankind.

    In Eric¡¯s opinion, it is the same as being on a beautiful university campus.There is no difference between whistling at those beautiful girls in the caf¨¦ on the street.

    Eric became more and more obsessed with the competition between chasing and being chased, hunting and being hunted.  Watching your opponent tremble in fear under your gun is simply a great pleasure, and everything else becomes irrelevant and insignificant.

    Eric is now even more eager to find the "ghost" and have a one-on-one decisive battle with him.

    Eric wanders in the forest like a wolf, searching for Eric's prey.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

    "The eighth, John, Eric, the ninth, Billy, the tenth;" Eric counted silently: "No, no, no, it's John the eighth, Billy the ninth, and Eric the tenth."  ten".  Eric was confused whether Billy or Eric should be ninth.

    Ten days ago, Eric, who was transferred from the German battlefield to the French battlefield, and his teammates formed a small team. A total of ten people were ordered to perform a mission. On the way back, in this lush and shaded place,  In the forest on that day, I met the "ghost".  From then on, Eric's most terrifying nightmare began.  He has the endurance, tenacity and ferocity of a wolf, hiding in the unfathomable jungle, peeping, chasing, and hunting without mercy.  The villain aimed at the heads of the German soldiers. The brothers beside Eric fell one after another, leaving a small, round bullet hole in each of their foreheads, killing them with one shot, cleanly.  This is an absolutely decent sniper, an excellent enemy sniper.  Only snipers can have such good marksmanship, and only snipers can be so professional and deadly accurate.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

    Quiet, deathly silence all around.  From the depths of the dense forest, several calls of "ah, ah, ah" came from a distance. They were the calls of "ghosts".  According to legend, there is an evil "ghost" wandering in every forest. Whenever a crow crows, it indicates that a life will be ruthlessly taken away.  Fear swept through Eric again like a cold wave, drowning him. The bone-piercing tremors soaked into every pore of Eric's body and tore at every nerve in Eric's body.

    This is Letel, the rolling hills to the north of Letel, a jungle where smoke is mixed in the air, gunmen are hidden behind the trees, and a cemetery shrouded in the cloud of death.

    Eric Ming is a rookie in the German Armed SS Skeleton Division. Before the war, he was a top student at the University of Berlin, a famous German university.  It seems like just yesterday, Eric was still on campus, admiring the charming faces of fashionable girls and the equally charming fashions. How could a war begin in the blink of an eye, and Eric would join the army and go to the front line in the blink of an eye?  It was like a dream.

    Now think about it, why did Eric leave the family who loved him, give up his beloved studies, and ignore the bright future in front of him? He came all the way to this terrible battlefield and crossed thousands of mountains and rivers to come to such a place.  Come to this hell place and die in vain.

    ¡°It¡¯s all that damn Colonel Hawke¡¯s fault.

    Germany is a resilient country. No matter what they encounter, they can always straighten their chests and fight unyieldingly, whether in the past or now.  It was so gritty in World War I, World War II, or even when Berlin was about to fall.

    As a citizen of such a country, Eric is proud of it and cares about its future and destiny.  Eric is not one of those empty, bored guys who have nothing to do. He is a motivated, decent, honest and honest German youth who is full of hope and is full of patriotic spirit.  Eric did not want to see his country fall into the quagmire of war and could not extricate itself. Eric did not want to see thousands of young people muddleheadedly serving as cannon fodder in the war and as fertilizer for the earth.  Therefore, when the destruction of his country was imminent, Eric naturally became a patriotic and passionate young man.

    Later, the Erics arrived at a boot camp.  That's where things got bad.

    When we get there, everyone's emotions are at a fever pitch, and some mistakes will inevitably occur. You can imagine how difficult it is to control a group of angry lions and make them be as quiet and obedient as sheep.  What's more, Eric is an active advocate who only adds fuel to the fire rather than drains the fire.  Eric led a group of radical students, raising their arms and shouting some slogans that made them feel extremely excited. They strongly demanded to go to the battlefield immediately, and the scene even got a little out of control.

    Eric still remembered very clearly that just when they were about to go crazy, the big iron door opened with a bang, and a group of heavily armed soldiers ran out from inside, each of them looking murderous and ferocious. Where were they?  Having seen this kind of stance and seeing hard goods coming, they all retreated in panic.  Eric cursed him secretlyWe cowards, left alone in the same place, thought to ourselves, this is when we can show our true colors as heroes.

    The soldiers ducked to both sides, and a not very tall officer walked out.  A soldier quickly came forward and reported: "Sir, they want to go to the battlefield now!"

    As he said that, he pointed at Eric with his finger.

    He walked slowly down from the platform, as if no big deal could make him get up quickly. He came to Eric and asked softly: "What do you want to do?"

    Eric looked the man up and down.  He is an old-school officer, about forty years old, with gray hair that guards his head like a line of soldiers.  Wearing the camouflage uniform of an ordinary soldier, his eyes are empty and blurred, like a mystery that will always be hidden. Even if he looks into your eyes, he seems to be looking far ahead.  The whole thing gives people the impression that he is a big-headed soldier who has not woken up.

    "Who are you?" Eric asked carefully.

    "Hoke, Colonel Hawke."

    Eric didn¡¯t believe that the short, weak-footed guy standing in front of Eric could be some kind of bullshit colonel. He didn¡¯t have any trace of the majesty, decisiveness, and ability of an officer.  Perhaps this was a cook they had singled out to deal with Eric and his companions.  Thinking this way, Eric felt relieved. Eric spoke passionately and impassionedly with great solemnity.  He listened absently, or maybe he didn't listen at all.  In any case, let's treat a living horse as a dead horse doctor, Eric is eloquent and talkative.

    He suddenly and rudely interrupted Eric's speech and asked loudly: "Do you know what kind of punishment you will receive in the highly disciplined German army for gathering without permission?"

    He stared at Eric, his originally gloomy eyes suddenly burst out with two rays of cold light, like two sharp knives pressed against Eric's throat.  For the first time, Eric knew that the look in his eyes could be so terrifying and could make people's legs tremble.

    It was from that time that Eric learned what discipline was in the German army.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

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    Now only Eric and Billy are left, they are like two trout in a rut, unable to jump much.

    The sun shines through the overlapping branches, scattering tiny specks of light on the dead branches and leaves, and creating several layers of shadows of different shades.  There are a lot of fallen leaves under me, and the surrounding trees are swaying. The colors are varied, with rusty red new leaves, dark brown old leaves that are about to rot, and most of them are half-new but not old khaki.  Lying on it is as soft and comfortable as lying on fermented rice cakes.

    It would be really comfortable for you to lie down for a short while, but now Eric and Billy have been lying here motionless like two dead logs for nearly ten hours.  What punishment could be more unbearable than this?  Eric felt like he was lying on a bed of nails. Eric's limbs were numb and stiff, and the muscles all over his body were sore and swollen.  During this time, the Erics did not eat, drink, or sleep. They were thirsty, hungry, and tired. The physical pain was nothing to them. The most terrifying thing was the high mental stress and oppression. Eric  The mentality is close to the edge of collapse.

    Eric tried his best to keep his eyes wide open. Although Eric's eyelids were as heavy as lead, Eric did not dare to slack off or neglect at all.  Perhaps ahead, nearby, in this forest with tangled branches and vines, lurks a ferocious and bloodthirsty wolf. He will pounce out at any time and leave his mark on Eric's forehead without mercy -  ¡ªA small, round bullet hole.

    Eric is going crazy.  Even if it is to die happily, it is better than to wait here to die slowly.  Eric couldn't help but want to jump up desperately, rushing madly into the jungle jungle ahead to dig out this despicable sneak attacker, and then fight him face to face.

    Like Big John, brave?  No, no, that's not bravery, that's real stupidity!

    Eric was suddenly worried about Billy.  I remember that every time there was an exercise, he was always the first to jump out. As a friend, no one knew him better than Eric.  His self-control, endurance and mental endurance have always been very poor.

    Eric quickly turned his head, fortunately, he was still there.

    Billy was curled up in a strange posture like a stiff beetle behind a rock not far from Eric.  He was well camouflaged, covered from head to toe with fallen leaves and thorny dead branches. If Eric hadn't known he was hiding there, he would have been impossible to spot.

    Eric was relieved.

    He poked his head out from under the dead branches, his face was smeared with oil paint, and Eric couldn't see his face clearly. His eyes were empty and confused, dim and dull. He looked at Eric pitifully, like a helpless person.  The eyes of the helpless child were filled with despair.Eric's heart sank quickly. Eric hated that Hawke.  He thought of Colonel Hawke again.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

    "I'm not afraid of you."  Eric challenged the colonel's gaze, staring back at him unblinkingly.  Although Eric felt guilty in his heart, he still put on a very tyrannical attitude and said, "You can't scare me, because I go to the battlefield for the sake of my country, and I am willing to die for my country."  Death! Our enemies are outside Berlin now, but what are we doing here?"

    "For the country?" Hawke interrupted Eric's words: "For the country, you should obey discipline even more!"

    "But we can't do anything here!" Eric retorted sternly: "We are here to defend our motherland, not stay here all day for damn training!"

    "You have no idea what war is and what bleeding death is!" Hawke interrupted the other party without hesitation: "I also have to be here to accompany you idiots. I don't care what you are thinking at all.  !¡±

    "Then what do you care about?"

    "I only care about when you can leave me and when you can become a real soldier."

    ¡°But as a soldier, I don¡¯t think it¡¯s right to stay here.¡±

    "Child, you will never understand this." His voice suddenly dropped: "I will not just watch you die, so you must stay here until I am satisfied!"

    ??????????? God, it¡¯s really unreasonable, there is such a person, it¡¯s really hopeless.  Eric shouted at him angrily: "But we don't want to waste every day here!"

    "Then what's wrong with training?" he asked calmly.

    "You're asking what's wrong with training" Eric was speechless for a moment.

    In an instant Eric could think of thousands of bad reasons, but he didn¡¯t know which one to answer him with!  (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
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