Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei from All Quiet on the Western Front

Chapter 25 Counterattack
Lu Mingfei and his men lay in the trenches, smoke swirling overhead, the chill of the earth seeping through their clothes into their bones. In the night, the sound of gunfire in the distance was intermittent, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood. They smoked one cigarette after another, the cigarette butts between their fingers flickered, and they didn't know if this would be their last time to smoke.

Nicotine began to take effect, Lu Mingfei's hands stopped shaking, and his originally frightened and confused eyes began to blur. Everything seemed to become unimportant, as long as there was a cigarette. He took a deep breath, the smoke rolled in his lungs, and then slowly exhaled, as if hoping that this would dispel the fear in his heart.

A large amount of nicotine filled their minds. They didn't know if there was something added to these cigarettes, but Lu Mingfei and the others' fear disappeared and they became excited instead.

"Prepare to attack!!!" Company Commander Bell shouted slogans, so everyone held their guns and leaned against the trenches waiting for the next order.

The artillery fire from Lu Mingfei's side began to sound, and hail-like shells fell on the trench where Lu Mingfei and his team had been. The roar of the artillery fire shook the earth, and gravel and soil flew everywhere.

The company commander blew the whistle, and the counterattack began. Lu Mingfei and his men, holding their guns, began to rush forward recklessly under the cover of artillery fire and machine guns behind them. Their feet left deep marks on the muddy ground, and their heartbeats were as rapid as drumbeats.

They roared meaninglessly like a group of wild beasts, their faces were distorted, madness was revealed in their eyes, and they had only one goal in their minds, which was to kill all the people on the opposite side.

Every second they spend on the battlefield is like dancing on the edge of a knife; the slightest carelessness could result in their death.

The sickle-weasel spread out, the soldiers' roars, the explosions of shells, the rattles of machine guns, and even the crisp sounds of bullets falling to the ground all rushed into Lu Mingfei's ears. The sounds mixed together like a crazy symphony.

Lu Mingfei ran in a direction with the least sound of bullets, and jumped into the trench. Before the French soldiers in the trench could react, they were chopped down by the engineer shovel wielded by Lu Mingfei. Blood splattered on his face, but he didn't care and only focused on the next target.

To hell with the fear and guilt of murder, he doesn't want to die yet, he wants to live, he wants to go home again.

Although he was not very happy living in that home, he just wanted to go back and eat the food cooked by his aunt again, even if it would take decades after the war for this to happen. He just wanted to do it, and this became the only obsession that kept him alive.

But if he wants to survive, he must stop all the hearts in this trench.

The light golden light in his eyes began to become dazzling, and the bones all over his body began to crackle, as if an infinite power was surging from his body.

The French soldiers in the trenches saw a man covered in blood, with golden light in his eyes and a distorted face like a devil, waving an engineering shovel towards them. They were so frightened that they stood still and even forgot to fire.

It was not until Lu Mingfei rushed in front of them and knocked down two French soldiers with his shovel that the others reacted. However, they did not shoot at Lu Mingfei, but climbed out of the trench and ran in the direction they came from. They were already scared by the pair of golden pupils.

Lu Mingfei chased after the French soldiers relentlessly, and he kept getting closer to the fleeing French soldiers, and then swung the engineer shovel in his hand. Every swing was a bloody arc.

Along the way, Lu Mingfei kept chopping down several French soldiers who were running at the back.

The machine gunner at the French position looked at Lu Mingfei, who was following closely behind the retreating French soldiers, and hesitated whether to shoot. If he shot, he might accidentally injure the French soldiers in front.

Soon he no longer had to hesitate about this issue. Lu Mingfei pulled out a grenade from his waist and pulled the fuse. The grenade landed accurately at the machine gunner's feet. The flames of the explosion engulfed his figure.

The flames from the grenade explosion instantly devoured him, and Lu Mingfei almost got into the French soldiers' trenches at the same time as those French soldiers. The trenches were filled with smoke and the air was full of the smell of burning.

Without the suppression of machine guns, the rest of the people quickly got into the French trenches. In the trenches, Lu Mingfei swung the engineer shovel in his hand like a whirlwind, and French soldiers kept falling down. The sickle-weasel captured everyone's heartbeat. No one could escape his detection, and no one could sneak attack him.

He would throw the grenades he had on him into the dugouts with people in them. If the people inside were not killed by the explosion, he would go in to finish them off. Every throw was a cruel judgment.

Finally, the heartbeats of the French soldiers disappeared in the trench. Lu Mingfei felt that all the strength in his body had been drained. He looked a little dazed and staggered forward. Suddenly, he was tripped by something soft under his feet.

It was a corpse that was blown to pieces by a grenade. He came to his senses and turned his head to find that the ground around him was full of corpses. He couldn't believe that he had done all these. The fear and guilt swept over him again. He lay on the ground and began to vomit, but he hadn't eaten for a long time and didn't vomit anything. At this time, a kettle was handed to Lu Mingfei. It was Kaczynski. He didn't say anything but just stuffed the kettle into Lu Mingfei's hand. The heaviness in his eyes seemed to be telling of endless sorrow.

Lu Mingfei took the kettle and drank greedily. The kettle was not filled with water, but cognac. The spicy liquor went down his throat into his stomach. He choked and coughed because he drank too quickly. The strong liquor burned his throat, but it brought a slight illusion of warmth.

"Let's get some food and then go back." Kaczynski took the kettle from Lu Mingfei's hand, started walking towards the kitchen of the trench, and motioned Lu Mingfei to follow.

They couldn't stay here too long, as the French reinforcements could arrive at any time. It was impossible for them to hold the trench with just enough people. They had to return to their own position before their own artillery cover ended.

Lu Mingfei stumbled after Kaczynski. The French soldiers were not as short of supplies as they were. They found a lot of things in the kitchen. Kaczynski put a baguette on his waist. One end of it was stained with blood. It was unknown which unlucky guy had been stabbed.

The French soldiers had much better food than them, and they even had canned meat. Their canned meat was famous for being delicious. Some Prussian soldiers even looked forward to attacking the French positions so that they would have the opportunity to eat this canned meat.

Kaczynski opened a can and the aroma of meat filled his nose, but Lu Mingfei had no appetite at all. His stomach felt as if it was tied in a knot.

Lu Mingfei and his men started running towards their own trenches with cans of food and wine. Fortunately, the French army did not launch another attack before they returned to the trenches.

After returning to the trench, Lu Mingfei sat down on the ground as if relieved, supporting himself on the muddy ground with his hands, breathing rapidly, and sweat from his forehead running down his cheeks.

Lu Mingfei was lying in the tattered trench with food in his hand. Although he was starving, he had no appetite at all, and his mind was full of the scene just now.

Just now, he seemed to have turned into a demon who only knew how to kill. He was afraid of himself. Every time he swung the shovel, it seemed to replay in his mind, the moment of blood splattering, the frightened eyes of the enemy, all made him unable to calm down.

Kaczynski once again handed the kettle to him.

"Drink, and you won't have to think about those things when you drink too much." His voice was low and hoarse, with a kind of fatigue that came from going through a lot of vicissitudes of life.

Lu Mingfei took the water bottle and drank it in big gulps. Soon he felt dizzy and his consciousness began to fade. The paralysis of alcohol made him temporarily forget the cruelty of the battlefield and the fear in his heart.

He finally understood why the adults said that wine was a good thing.

"Wine is really a good thing...Mom and Dad, I want to go home..." Lu Mingfei looked at the starry sky with a dazed look. He seemed to see the faces of his parents. The stars twinkled in his eyes, and he wanted to cry.

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(End of this chapter)