Conquer Europe from the West

Chapter 1: How to play the game at the beginning of Skyfall?
boom!
Da da da da da…

The violent explosion and dense blasts brought the man back to consciousness.

Ryan opened his eyes and saw that it was indeed not the familiar bedroom.

The light grey sky occupied most of his sight. Looking around, he saw buildings that had been burned and bombed into ruins everywhere.

More than a dozen corpses were scattered in the corners of the street, their bodies charred and emitting a disgusting smell.

The unique pungent smell of gunpowder smoke mixed with the smell of burning wood, choking him and making him cough uncontrollably, and the root of his tongue felt bitter.

Ryan covered his nose and almost burst into curses on the spot.

He clearly remembered that he got home from get off work and was ready to try out the new MOD collection for EU4.

But he no longer has any memory of what happened after he opened the game.

The familiar small room and computer also disappeared.

And he always felt that something was missing in his mind.

"What the hell."

Ryan cursed softly as he struggled to get up from the ground.

It was not until this moment that he had the opportunity to confirm the scene around him.

This is an old European-style urban area. Houses built on wooden frames are lined up in two rows one next to the other. The brick road, which is only wide enough for two Wuling chopped pepper fish head trucks to run side by side, is full of stagnant water, corpses, and building debris.

There are several small craters in the distance, which seem to have been caused by artillery fire.

"Have I traveled through time?"

Ryan was still a little dizzy.

He shook his head and thought about giving himself a light slap.

But before he could slap himself, the roar from the sky immediately attracted all his attention.

It was a peculiar aircraft with a short cabin, two wings, and four wheels hanging from its underside.

His mid-mounted pusher propeller was cutting through the surrounding air at a rapid speed, and the noise from the engine and propeller was so loud that he even covered his ears involuntarily.

"A French reconnaissance plane?"

As a military fan, Ryan almost immediately recognized the origin of the aircraft from the paint on the wings and the stripes on the tail - a French Voisin.III reconnaissance aircraft that served during World War I.

As an old Anton star person, he knows all about this kind of thing.

Ryan subconsciously reached into his trouser pocket.

He thought to himself, there are very few of these antiques that can fly in the whole world. If he doesn't take a picture of it, he will regret it for the rest of his life!

But he couldn't get his cell phone out of his pocket, instead he took out a small, slightly wrinkled ID book.

"What's the matter?"

Ryan was stunned for a moment, but his hands were faster than his brain and he directly opened the ID book.

The reddish-yellowish paper was filled with Gothic letters, but before Lei could frown, he discovered that he could actually understand these words that were like scribbles to him.

[Name: Ryan Flig]

[Affiliation: Imperial Army]

[Military rank: Lieutenant]

【Service Date: 10/7/1914】

"?"

Ryan frowned, realizing that something was very wrong!

About three days of memories suddenly appeared in my mind.

I have traveled through time, and today is the third day!

And now where I am...

This is World War I in Europe!

What’s even worse is that I am now an officer of a country called Empire, which is similar to Germany!

"Scheie! What are you doing here?"

"If I had known I wouldn't have yelled that damned thing, Germany would have started!"

He immediately glanced at the clothes he was wearing.

A standard field grey uniform, judging by the style it must be the 1907 model.

Combining the planes and scenes he had just seen with his own understanding of World War I, Ryan immediately made his own judgment.

It should still be the early stages of the war, and it has not yet reached the most terrifying stage of queuing and being shot.

But obviously, the French have the upper hand in the current war zone, otherwise what would be flying in the sky would not be the French Voisin.III, but the German Fokker E-III fighter!

Not daring to think too much, Ryan quickly stuffed the damn officer's ID back into his trouser pocket, then looked up in the direction of the roar.

as predicted.

Almost at the moment he looked up, the front machine gunner of the G.III reconnaissance plane turned his head and looked at Ryan.

Because the height was not high and the distance was not far, Ryan could even clearly see the guy's big yellow beard!

The machine gunner stared at Ryan for several seconds. After confirming that Ryan was standing, not lying down, and that his clothing was indeed the enemy's style, he immediately reached out and patted the fuselage skin on one side. The pilot behind him immediately understood. He turned his head, and his blue eyes, protected by windshield glasses, quickly locked onto Ryan, who was still standing in the middle of the road. He twisted his wings slightly and began to drive the fuselage into a 180-degree turn.

not good!

Ryan's heart tightened.

The opponent's goal is ground attack!

Fortunately, most of the aircraft during World War I were slow and had very poor maneuverability.

If you stay on the main road, you will definitely become a sitting duck for the enemy - the power of the front-mounted machine gun is no joke.

But as long as you can get into a small space or a corner that cannot be easily observed from the sky, you can effectively avoid the enemy's attack.

Without daring to think too much, Ryan immediately ran towards the alley on the side.

However, just as he was about to save his life by entering the alley which was just wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

A gun muzzle flashing with a dazzling cold light pierced directly into his head.

Covered in mud and dust, with only a pair of eyes filled with fear visible, the man trembled all over as he waved the rifle in his hand.

"Die!!"

He let out a shrill cry, but it sounded like a pig with its throat stabbed.

Ryan was startled by his sharp cry and jumped back instinctively.

Then he heard a woman's voice.

"Private Wolfe!!"

Before the man known as Private Wolfe could fully thrust the bayoneted rifle out of his hand, the woman snatched the rifle from him.

He even shouted, "Are you crazy? That's not an enemy!"

After saying that, the woman immediately handed the rifle to the person behind her and turned to look at Ryan. As she pulled him into the alley, she said, "I'm very sorry, Lieutenant! I'm not good at disciplining my subordinates."

He glanced at the woman's military uniform. Two silver segments tied with black thread were bent into a U shape and overlapped together. The golden number in the middle was covered with mud and was difficult to see, making it impossible to confirm the unit number she belonged to.

This is a second lieutenant, he thought.

A female second lieutenant is very rare on the battlefield.

After coughing lightly, Ryan turned his head, first glanced at the street outside, and then looked at the female lieutenant.

There was a small name tag sewn on her chest with the words M. Brinkman on it.

"It's okay, Lieutenant Brinkman. It's a good thing to be cautious during these special times."

He greeted the other person in the most cautious way, but ignored the strange expression that flashed across the other person's face.

Because Ryan was recalling what the female lieutenant had just said.

He has no way of disciplining his subordinates.

That's an interesting statement.

You know, no matter what era, when a unit is attacked by the enemy and loses its commander, it will immediately obey the orders of the highest-ranking person on the battlefield.

Therefore, the fact that Lieutenant Brinkman, as a second lieutenant, would say such words to Ryan, whose rank was obviously higher than hers, is enough to explain two problems.

First, she and Ryan do not belong to the same unit, so there is no direct jurisdiction between the two parties.

Second, there is likely an officer with the same or even higher rank than Ryan among those present.

This immediately made Ryan nervous.

Damn it, I just traveled through time and don’t know anything. I hope a senior military officer will come and expose me as a possessed person!
But when he looked around at everyone present, he found that the one with the highest military rank was Lieutenant Brinkman.

The rest of the people were wearing non-commissioned officers' or even privates' uniforms, and the weapons in their hands were just the most basic bolt-action rifles. Two of them were even empty-handed!
He immediately asked, "Where is your commander? Who is the highest-ranking officer here?"

It was the same Lieutenant Brinkman from before: "Major Gellert is dead. A wave of artillery fire from the Farlans directly blew up the command post. We have now lost contact with HQ (Headquarters). I am the highest-ranking officer now. Including me, there are only nine people left in the entire camp."

Farlane? Not French?

Ryan's face darkened and he felt confused.

But that's not the most important thing.

The most important thing is the number of people!
Nine people!
Ryan's heart suddenly rose to his throat!
In such a huge camp, there are only nine people left dead?
Have you lost contact with headquarters?
He looked up at the sky.

That damn Voisin.III was still spinning in the sky. From time to time, its yellow wings could be seen through the gaps between the buildings. It looked like it was going to kill all living people.

Not to mention the artillery bombardment Lieutenant Brinkman just mentioned...

You know, the artillery range in World War I fluctuated between 10 and 12 kilometers most of the time. Considering that the enemy would often leave themselves a certain amount of margin in where they deployed their artillery, they would often set up artillery one step further forward.

This means that the French, uh, or rather the French army will definitely appear soon!
And now, Ryan had enemy planes overhead and enemy troops nearby, but he only had nine soldiers...

This is a fucking devastating start!
The dogs shook their heads when they saw it, and the bald guys gave up and surrendered directly after hearing it!
After thinking about it, Ryan felt like his head was about to split.

He scratched his hair so hard that his hands moved so violently that he almost hit the wall.

Seeing this, the private named Wolfe immediately stepped aside in panic and gave the only place to sit - a wooden box - to Ryan.

And, just as Ryan sat down reluctantly, ready to think carefully about what to do next.

He suddenly felt dizzy.

Immediately afterwards, the world in Ryan's eyes changed.

(End of this chapter)