Germany does not seek survival

Faust picked up the signalman's bicycle. A series of dull explosions sounded, and the shelters in the trenches trembled. A large number of flares hit the sky above the German trenches, illuminating Faust's face with red and green colors.

"boom--"!

“BOOM—BOOM—”!!

The shells hit the front wall of the trench frantically, and the soil of the trench was gradually falling off due to the loud noise and flames in the middle of the night. The French had long planned to launch a large-scale night attack. The first to bear the brunt was the 1st Company of the 16th Bavarian Infantry Regiment standing in front of the 7th Guards Company.

Under the light of the floodlights, groups of French soldiers in blue uniforms rushed out from the shadows of the night in an instant.

Shouts of "Vive la France!" were heard everywhere, and the Bavarian position was suddenly plunged into chaos. Faust squinted his eyes, and a sound like a tractor engine really came from the field in front of the trench. This sound had already caused the Germans great losses in the Battle of the Somme last year. The only difference was that this time, it was not British tanks that came back, but two French Schneider assault tanks.

The veterans of the 7th Guards Company also became nervous. Someone immediately called out to Faust: "Hurry and report to Captain Rommel, the French are coming! We need support!"

The dense artillery fire of the French army was covering the positions of the 16th Bavarian Infantry Regiment. Faust's amazing eyesight allowed him to see the chaotic scene in the Bavarian troops' positions even in the cover of night.

Faust narrowed his eyes. The French surprise attack was successful. Part of the troops had already broken into the German positions. The 16th Bavarian Infantry Regiment obviously did not expect that the French army would launch such a fierce night attack in this gap after the end of the Battle of the Somme.

The trenches were in chaos, the officers were shouting and the signalmen were suppressed by the French artillery fire, making it impossible to pass on military orders.

"Who is that? Someone rushed out on a bike?"

Faust's eyes lit up when he saw a signalman rushing out of the position on a bicycle. The French artillery shells landed in front of the signalman. The snow and dust raised by the shelling almost buried the signalman alive.

A bold idea suddenly occurred to Faust's mind. Such a brave communications soldier, and he belonged to the 16th Bavarian Infantry Regiment. No way, no way?

Could it be that person?

Could it be him!

Faust's heart began to beat wildly, Adolf Hitler!

This demon, which sparked World War II and caused the deaths of over 100 million people worldwide, was also the spiritual faith that drove tens of millions of Germans mad, an existence beyond the reach of gods...

The communications soldier riding a bicycle and being chased by French artillery shells couldn't really be him!

Faust clenched his palms, hit his left palm hard with his right fist, and then picked up the bicycle. He couldn't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he saved him or killed him now, human history might change significantly.

Faust shook his head violently. The sharp cold wind woke him up. The bicycle tires made a creaking sound as they pressed against the frost-covered field. The veterans of the 7th Guards Company in the trenches all screamed, but before they could hold Faust back, he had already "flown" out on his bicycle.

It's not an exaggeration, it really flew out.

From time to time, flares fired by the French army flew across the sky, and the white light would cover the entire field for a period of time. Following closely behind, there were many machine gun shots accompanied by tracer bullets, drawing green or red curves in the sky.

The open space between the trenches is unobstructed and the most deadly, but Faust rides a bicycle at a speed that seems to be almost as fast as a modern motorcycle. Death is like the wind, always with me. As long as I go faster, death will always catch up with me.

The French artillery fire was overwhelming, and the communications soldier on the bicycle was finally knocked over by the shock wave of the artillery fire. His bicycle was blown away, and he fell into a bomb crater, and was about to die.

Faust pedaled his bicycle faster and faster, and finally he stood up and pedaled without fear of the rain of bullets. The bicycle tires kicked up snowflakes, and he finally rushed to the crater before the next round of shelling.

Faust helped the signalman who had fallen in the crater to his feet. Deep down, he was expecting to see a signature mustache, but the signalman only had the most traditional Prussian mustache on his lips.

Faust felt a little disappointed for a moment, but he immediately cheered up. After all, he saved the life of a communications soldier.

Faust shook the signalman's head, waking him up. "You..." Faust glanced at the rank insignia on the signalman's shoulder and said, "Corporal, may God bless you. Are you okay? I'm a signalman from the 7th Guards Company."

The signalman was dazed by the shockwave of the artillery fire and spoke incoherently: "I, I... Thank you... Our position, the position of the 16th Bavarian Reserve Infantry Regiment... We were ambushed by the French... Damn it...!"

Faust helped the signalman to his feet and said, "Corporal, you are very brave. In Napoleon's words, you are a warrior."

The signalman fell into the crater, his forehead wounded and bleeding. "The 7th Guards Company? Yes, I want to request support from you. The 1st Company of the 16th Infantry Regiment is fighting... We need support from friendly forces!"

"Okay, I'll take you to see Captain Rommel, our company commander."

Faust put his left arm around the signalman's waist and picked up the signalman with one hand. Then he grabbed the front of the bicycle with his right hand, picked up the soldier with one hand and rode the bicycle with the other hand.

The signalman was suddenly caught by Faust like a chicken. He opened his eyes wide and said, "Sir! You are the real hero! I..."

Faust smiled slightly. "That's nothing. I'm also Bavarian, Corporal. My name is Werther Faust. What's yours?"

The signalman clutched Faust's clothes tightly with both hands. He bit his lip, feeling both grateful and ashamed of receiving help. "My name is Adolf Hitler."

Chapter 3 Aryan Superman

When Faust heard the name, his psychological fluctuations were not as strong as he expected. Adolf Hitler, the name of the most prominent, cruel and bloody demon in human history. When these few words came out of the mouth of the Bavarian corporal, Faust saw only a brave, stubborn and shy young man.

"Adolf."

Faust nodded: "Hold on to me, we will go to the position of the 7th Guards Company immediately."

Faust did not say anything more to Adolf. The young man with the mustache was also very sensible. He was very surprised at Faust's power, but he did not ask any more questions. He just obeyed all of Faust's orders.

The next wave of French artillery fire arrived as expected, and the violent explosions turned the snow-covered fields into a purgatory.

Faust stood up and pedaled his bicycle wildly, running through the gaps between artillery fire, flying snow, machine gun fire, tracer bullets and floodlights, like a meteor flying, as if it was going to crush the earth.

Because the bicycle was going too fast, the wind blew snowflakes onto Adolf's face. The young Bavarian corporal could only close his eyes, grit his teeth, and use all his strength to hold on to Faust's body.

In fact, Adolf didn't have to worry about being thrown off the bicycle which was faster than a car. Faust only needed to exert a little force and his arms could clamp Adolf tightly like a pair of pliers.

It clamped Adolf tighter than an industrial machine tool.

Faust was worried instead - whether the German bicycle he was riding would fall apart because of the high speed.

"Hold on, there's nothing to be afraid of! We're avoiding the artillery fire. See? We're on target!"

Faust rode his bicycle calmly and swiftly amidst the hail of bullets. In a short while, he passed through the open space between the positions where there was no obstacle at all.

The bicycle flew up along the slightly upturned trench slope of the 7th Guards Company, and its two tires landed accurately in the middle of the narrow trench, stirring up a large amount of mud and water with a bang.

"Captain Rommel! Company Commander! It was a French night attack! He's the communications officer of the 16th Infantry Regiment, Adolf Adolf. Ask him for the details!"

Erwin Rommel, wearing a Prussian peaked helmet covered with leather, placed his left foot on a raised ridge on the inner wall of the trench and clapped his hands twice, remaining calm and composed.

"Corporal Faust, well done. We have all witnessed your bravery. This action deserves at least a Second Class Iron Cross."

The soldiers of the 7th Guards Company in the trenches behaved much calmer than Faust had expected.

German morale was indeed low after experiencing a disastrous turnip winter, but the veterans had sufficient combat experience. German soldiers now hated and despised war, and it was no exaggeration to say that they feared war, but the Germans were certainly not afraid of the French.

When everyone heard that it was a night attack launched by the French army, their tense expressions suddenly relaxed.

Rommel then inquired carefully about the mustache: "Which specific section of the Bavarian Infantry Regiment's position was breached? How much support do you need? What is the number of French troops? A company, a battalion, or a regiment?"

Perhaps Rommel thought that if he asked too many questions at once, the nervous signalman Adolf would be unable to react, so he immediately said in a friendly manner: "How many tanks did you see?"

The experienced Rommel could roughly guess the scale of the French attack as long as he knew how many tanks the French army used in this night attack.

The man with the mustache said hurriedly, "Two! We've seen two tanks!"

Rommel cleared the snow on the map of Saint-Quentin and asked Adolf to draw the targets of the French army's main attack on the map. The man with a mustache had good artistic skills. He could correctly identify the scale and contour lines on the map and mark the French army's position very accurately on the map.

Faust pricked up his ears. In the dark, his hearing was more reliable than a Zeiss telescope. In addition to the two Schneider assault tanks, Faust also heard additional engine sounds.

"Captain, the French are coming towards us now," Faust whispered. "More tanks, more French, they're coming."

In front of the trenches of the 7th Guards Company, the rumbling sound of tanks could now be heard, and they were even more troublesome than the Schneider assault tanks.

Three Saint-Chamond heavy tanks.

This thing is an electric-driven "electric car" weighing 23 tons, equipped with a French 1897 75mm cannon known as "Miss 75". If placed on the battlefield of World War I, it would be a complete dimensionality reduction attack.

Rommel immediately became nervous. The three Saint-Chamond heavy tanks meant that the scale of the French offensive far exceeded the battalion and company levels. He immediately began to deploy the defense of the 7th Guards Company. German soldiers rushed to their combat positions, machine gunners dragged ammunition belts, and infantrymen leaned against the slightly slanted wall.

The 75mm main gun of the Saint-Chamond heavy tank fired first, and the shell landed only seven or eight meters away from the trench of the 7th Guards Company, taking the lead. Then the German soldiers of the 7th Company were gradually able to see the large number of French soldiers following Saint-Chamond.

Everyone in the trench was holding their breath, and the man with the mustache also realized that not only was the situation of the 16th Bavarian Infantry Regiment dangerous, but the situation of the 7th Guards Company, to which he had come for help, was also not optimistic.

Adolf swallowed hard and unconsciously grabbed Faust's arm: "Corporal, what should we do?"

When humans are confused and panicked, they are very likely to seek the sense of security from the strong. In Adolf's subconscious, Faust became the source of his sense of security at this moment.

Faust opened his mouth and said, "Munition."

Munition is the German word for ammunition. While all the soldiers were still in shock, Faust had already started picking up weapons from the trenches and shelters.

Faust tied several M1916 wooden-handled grenades together to make a cluster grenade, which he hung on his chest. He also picked up an engineer shovel and the Mauser 98B short-barreled rifle he had been carrying on his slung across his back, making him fully armed.

The M16 wooden-handled grenade looks about the same size as a big hammer. Hanging a bunch of cluster grenades on the body is quite heavy.

Not only that, Faust asked again: "Are there any lobsters?"

lobster.

This is the nickname given by the German infantry to a type of bulletproof armor. In the shelters of the trenches, there are several breastplates made of layers of nickel-silicon alloy steel plates.

From the appearance, the lobster breastplate equipped by the German army is obviously based on the equipment style of the Teutonic Knights in the 15th century. The armor worn by Faust also has the Krupp trademark pattern of three rings.

In the Battle of Verdun last year, the German army's lobster armor gave the Allied forces a big surprise. However, this bulletproof armor weighs more than ten kilograms, which is a bit too heavy for ordinary soldiers and will affect the mobility of infantry during short assaults.

But if you want it to be bulletproof, with the technology of World War I, even with "German technology", the bulletproof armor can only weigh more than ten kilograms.

However, for Faust, wearing armor weighing more than ten kilograms felt as easy and comfortable as wearing a jacket.

Faust pulled down the Prussian pointed helmet on his head a little, making him look more like an ancient Teutonic Knight.

Most German soldiers wore a pointed helmet with Prussian characteristics. It is said that in the early days of the war, many German soldiers died because of this shiny metal helmet that reflected light.

Now the Germans wear a layer of cloth covering over the pointed helmet, but even so, the pointed helmet still has many inconveniences, so many German soldiers have completely abandoned the pointed helmet and replaced it with a new type of coal scuttle helmet.

However, due to the limited production of the new steel helmets, they could not be equipped to the entire army, so the trenches were still half peak helmets and half steel helmets.

Faust looked ready to fight, and Rommel hurriedly urged all the soldiers:

"Take good care of your engineer shovels! In the trenches, shovels are more useful than bayonets! Machine gunners, take cover and fire from the sides! All of you from the third row, come over and stand in reserve. If the French enter the trenches, kick them out!"

Faust, carrying the heavy equipment, stretched out his body and instructed the man with the mustache: "Corporal Adolf, help me get a camouflage helmet and a visor."

When the German Army's M1916 helmet was first deployed to the troops last year, it only had an official gray-white camouflage paint scheme. However, by the winter of 1916, some German infantrymen had already painted their coal scuttle helmets in various colors for camouflage.

As for the visor that Faust mentioned, it was a mask that looked a bit like the medieval Teutonic "bucket helmet".

It was essentially a seven-millimeter-thick steel plate that could withstand the full-powered French rifle rounds.

However, German infantry rarely used this type of visor. The reason was very simple: it was too heavy.

Faust put on the mask and helmet, twisted his neck left and right, and still felt relaxed.

"Next, it's my turn to perform."

Now, Faust is going to do an experiment to see if he can become a true "Aryan superman" after traveling through time.

Chapter 4: Tearing the Tank Apart

"Da da da - da da da -"

The 7th Guards Company commanded by Rommel remained calm in the critical moment. The German machine gunners successfully suppressed the French infantry, but they were unable to deal with the three Saint-Chamond tanks. Faust knew that he could only hope that he was really a superman.

A visor weighs more than five kilograms. Anyone who carries such a strange and bulky thing on his neck will be overwhelmed. Only a few snipers in fixed positions will use it.

These shortcomings are not a problem for Faust.

Faust put down his armor, climbed up with both hands, and easily jumped out of the trench that was more than two meters deep. Then he strode forward and rushed directly towards the front of the Saint-Chamond tank.

This scene, seen by Adolf, had a great impact on the young man with a mustache.

The mustache immediately reminded me of Wagner's operas, such as "The Ring of the Nibelung", "Die Walküre", and "Das Rheingold".

Faust, wearing armor, with a long sword stuck in the ground and a solemn mask on his face, looks like Siegfried in German mythology!

The Saint-Chamond tank lacked strong firepower on its sides and rear, and only a 75mm gun on the front could threaten the Faust. The French also imposed infantry combat concepts on the tanks. In order to ensure the accuracy of shooting, it was mandatory that tanks on the move were not allowed to shoot.

This is enough for Faust.

After Faust jumped out of the trench, he ran at an alarming speed. Rommel and Adolf only saw a flash of his figure. The "Aryan Superman" rushed over hundreds of meters in a few seconds and came close to the Saint-Chamond tank.

The French had not yet reacted, as their rationality did not allow them to believe that a single soldier would charge directly at a tank from the front.

Seven M16 wooden-handled grenades tied together weigh five kilograms, each weighing eight hundred grams and containing two hundred grams of explosives. The total explosive charge of the seven grenades is one thousand four hundred grams, which exceeds the power of many small-caliber artillery shells.

Faust took the cluster grenade in his hand and felt that it was weightless. He swung it lightly and threw the cluster grenade dozens of meters away, and then accurately dropped it right under the chassis of the Saint-Chamond tank.

Then there was a loud roar, and the seemingly indestructible steel monster stopped moving forward, emitting thick smoke.

Without waiting for the other Saint-Chamond tank to change direction, Faust followed suit. Some French infantrymen tried to stop him, but what they saw was too much for them to believe.

Faust faced more than a dozen French infantrymen without fear. He was wearing heavy lobster bulletproof armor, but his movements were more agile than any athlete in the Olympics.

Only a few stray bullets from the French infantry's shooting hit Faust, and they were blocked by the somewhat ridiculous lobster armor.

Faust held a Mauser in one hand and an engineer shovel in the other. Every bullet he fired would accurately hit the Frenchman's eyebrows. He would lightly throw the engineer shovel, and the shovel would directly split a Frenchman's head and Adrian helmet into two halves.

Brain explosion.