I, who traveled to Chunwu, entered Stalingrad again?

Zaimuzuo got up in embarrassment, the physical quality of this body was still too poor, if it was Hans in his dream, he would definitely not fall down.

"Hey~~~ over there, kick the ball over there!"

He looked back and found someone shouting at him from the football field in the distance.The leader was a boy with dyed brown hair who wore his baseball cap backwards. Maybe he was the culprit of this accident?

Standing next to him was a big, burly boy who looked rather dull, and several other guys he didn't know were talking with each other, and some people laughed haha ​​from time to time.

You don't even have an apology and you still want me to pick up the ball for you?

Zai Muzao laughed back angrily, an unknown rage suddenly rose in his heart, he squinted his eyes and stared coldly at these jerks from the football club.

Five people, three on the left and two on the right, the big guy looked the most threatening.

"Senior? Are you okay?"

The one who ran over to talk to him was a cute girl in sportswear with shoulder-length flaxen-colored long hair. Her naive smile and crisp and pleasant greetings made him less angry.

"Peace of mind! Peace of mind!" Zai Muzao closed his eyes and said these few words silently several times, forcibly suppressing the fire pressure, and slowly loosened his clenched fists.

The girl didn't wait for his answer, she continued to look at him with a smile and said:

"Well, senior, can you pick up the ball for me?"

Is this treating me as a tool man?Zaimuza opened his eyes, quite speechless in his heart.But he wasn't going to take the stupidity of those boys on the girl in front of him, kicked the football back, and then walked towards the school gate without looking back.

"Thank you, senior!"

…………

After eating dinner, Cai Muzuo has been sitting at the desk for an hour, with a gel pen constantly spinning in his hand, and there are only seven large characters on the brand new manuscript paper in front of him.

"This is my war"

Although it has been determined that the story of the Gray Hound Company will be recorded in a novel, and Friedheim will be the leading actor, the first problem he encountered was how to name it.

The homogenization of light novels is serious these days, and readers are becoming more and more impetuous.How to stand out from a large group of similar novels is a big problem, and an attractive title is equivalent to a recommendation slot, so the authors rack their brains to make a fuss about the title, it seems that the more exotic the better, the longer the better.

The normal one is "Childhood Love Story will not be a problem", and the abnormal one is "Normal attack is all attack with double combo, do you like mom?" ".In short, there are more and more outrageous things like this, but the effect is quite good, because it is too straightforward to see what the author wrote from the title at a glance.

Zai Muzao couldn’t help but want to take titles like “Did I Get Something Wrong From Ukraine to Stalingrad” or “My Life as a German Army Soldier Is Really Problematic”, but think about it, let’s forget it. The wind is wrong, brother.

In the end, after struggling for a long time, I chose "This Is My War" from the options such as "Our Grandpas", "Legend of the Little Soldier on the Eastern Front", "Legend of the Infantry Soldier of the Anti-Soviet Warrior", "The Story of the Greyhound Company" and so on. The title of this book is not so good, it is better than the mean.

But there are still many things that make him tangled up!

No.1 or third person?Meaningless No.1 has the strongest sense of substitution, and many famous light novels adopt this method.Although the sense of substitution in the third person is a bit poor, it is undoubtedly much better in terms of the overall situation. When describing the cruelty of the battlefield, it will no longer be limited to one perspective, allowing readers to have a clear understanding of the layout of the battlefield.

To solve this problem, when should this book be written?From the Weimar Republic and the Great Depression?Or from the blitzkrieg in Poland in 1939?Or is it Rosa right from the start?

…………

no more!No more tangling, it's been two hours now!Cai Muzuo looked at his phone and sighed, knowing that today would be the end of the day if he didn't stop writing, so he picked up a pen and wrote the first sentence of the text:

[It is said that when death comes, everything will return to silence.

I sat with a few other soldiers by the improvised fire in the church, trying not to freeze.

And at this moment, there was a whistling sound of "woo woo woo" in the sky. 】

Cai Muzuo stopped writing and thought for a while, crossed out the words "death is coming", and then replaced it with "death is coming", so it looks more stylish, doesn't it?

Then he changed the word "sitting" into "surrounding". Sitting is just an action, and you can sit at home at ordinary times. Wrapping can better show the necessity of action. Who would surround themselves if they have nothing to do?Surrounding the stove can better reflect how cold the weather is from the side.

After finishing these corrections, Timu Zuo nodded in satisfaction, and then continued to write down.

【"Deck auff!!!"

The officer on the side shouted loudly to let us find a bunker to hide, because this kind of beautiful accordion-like music is no different from death to the ears of the Germans on the Eastern Front.

That was the roar of the Soviet "Katyusha" rocket piercing the sky. Unlike her name, this girl was not gentle at all.

The soldiers ran around like ants on a hot pot, looking for what they thought was a reliable bunker. I also rolled to a corner of the church. The knowledge in junior high school told me that this kind of triangle would be the most stable place.

The ensuing explosion almost made everyone's ears ringing. The violent enemy girl directly demolished half of the church, and the falling rubble buried half of the body of the officer who was still trying to command.

That was William Winchell, my brother, and he looked so helpless.

"William!"

I ran frantically towards him, but a blast from a rocket knocked me unconscious, and everything fell silent.

This is my war. 】

After finishing the preface in one breath, Zai Muzao leaned against the back of the chair with the manuscript and checked it slowly. There was no big problem this time.Counting, there are nearly 300 words, I really admire myself, in this case, I should take a break and gather together after work and rest.

Thinking of this, Zai Muzao got up and stretched his muscles, looked at the distance from the window, then went to the other side of the room to fill his teacup with hot water, and put it on the table.

While sipping tea, Cai Muzuo picked up his phone on the other side. Although it is unlikely that anyone would send him a message in his spare time, it is good to read the news, isn't it?

…………

Half an hour later, Cai Muzuo took a deep breath and put down his phone. He couldn't be half-hearted. It was getting late and he couldn't procrastinate, so he picked up a pen and continued to write:

[Six months ago, we bid farewell to our parents. At that time, I was still so innocent, a person of flesh and blood. My friends and I spent a wonderful night in Berlin and agreed to meet again at the end of Christmas.

…………

The earth stretches to the horizon, the space seems to be endless, this is a landscape we have never seen, and the beauty of God's own creation makes us fascinated.

The soldiers of the Greyhound Company are good men, and they go forward bravely in every mission.Except me, of course, because I hate this damn war in my heart!

…………

A newcomer came to the company today. It is said that he encountered guerrillas on the road, and he was really unlucky enough.

The new recruit named Hans had a bad time with the old fritters, so he was bugging me all day.He didn't know what year and month it was, and it seemed that he was really scared stupid by the guerrillas.

…………

Hans and I participated in a battle to wipe out the guerrillas. His poor performance made the sergeant shake his head. I really don't know how he passed the recruit training. Even I can fight two with such a rookie.

While we were cleaning the battlefield, we let a girl hide in the stables, and I'm glad we agreed on that.

…… 】

After stumbling and finishing the first battle, it was already 1 o'clock in the morning.Cai Muzuo let out a sigh of relief as he put down his pen, clasped his fingers behind his back, and it took him 6 hours to write more than 2000 words today, which is nothing compared to those bigwigs, but let’s stop here, Writing a novel is a big project, and there will be a long way to go.

PS: Do you want to really change the title of the book, such as "Did I make a mistake when I crossed Chengcai Muzuo", "The first stop is Chunwu, the second stop is Stalingrad", "I, from daily life to the battlefield ,What should I do? ". qun durian ① 7 wives 6

Main World 2 : Chapter 82 Chapter 80 Trivia

At 6:[-] in the morning, the rising sun is bright but not dazzling, and the cool sunshine does not have much temperature, but it can give people a warm feeling.

"Yo, good morning, junior, the sun came out from the west today? It's rare to see you at this time."

Zhao Zai Muzao was joking with his neighbor, a young man with black-rimmed glasses and a white shirt, full of scholarly temperament. He was carrying some fresh vegetables upstairs when he met Zai Muzai who was about to run in the morning. seat.

This neighbor was also a student of Zongwu High School at the beginning, and he also took care of his elementary school brother in school, so the two have a good relationship.But unlike most high school students in Tianchao, he entered the workplace as soon as he graduated last year and became a social animal, relying on his hard work day after day to support himself and his sister.

"Hello, senior, it's just a sudden whim today. In fact, you are the most hardworking on our floor. You get up early every day to buy vegetables and prepare breakfast and lunch."

"Oh, when will my sister be more sensible."

"Senior, you are joking. If your sister is considered ignorant, then most of the students, especially me, will jump off the building in shame."

"You don't have a sister, you don't understand, forget it, I'll cook first, goodbye."

"Then I will go first."

Since he got along quite well with this neighbor, Zaimuza politely returned the gift and exchanged a few words.

As early as the beginning of the time travel, he had planned to exercise, but due to the problem of perseverance, he did not take action.But yesterday's accident sounded the alarm for him. Compared with Hans Alix, this body is simply useless. Fortunately, he now has the time and patience to change this.

…………

With the ringing of the bell, the fourth class in the morning finally came to an end, followed by a short lunch break of one and a half hours.

After swallowing the bread that he bought in the morning, Zai Muzao took out the manuscript paper and prepared to continue writing yesterday. He is not arrogant enough to write a novel in class, especially since there is a Chinese class this morning.

However, the classroom is full of chatting and joking students, and the noisy environment always interrupts his thoughts. It seems that this is not a suitable place for writing.

"Can't I just wait until I go back to write at night? No, there is another place, isn't there?"

The service department, which is not yet well-known in the whole school, is obviously a good place for writing, and it is estimated that there will be no one at noon, so Cai Muzuo quickly packed his things and headed for the club activity room.

"Wow"

"You're finally here...it's you."

Zai Muzao opened the door of the service department, Yukinoshita Yukino still sat on the chair dignifiedly in yesterday's posture, and closed the hardcover book in his hand after hearing the door opening, but was slightly startled when he saw the person coming, with a look on his delicate face There was a flash of disappointment.

"Sorry, it seems that I interrupted your date? Do I need to avoid it?"

Cai Muzuo glanced around, and there was a plain blue lunch box on Yukinoshita's desk, on which were a pair of chopsticks wrapped with ribbons.The lunch box has not been touched so far, obviously she is waiting for someone to share it with.

Who are you waiting for?Although he knew it was private, Zaimuzao couldn't help but keep guessing.

"No, no, you are also a member of the service department." Yukinoshita returned to his usual indifference, picked up the book again and began to read.

Zaimuzuo shrugged, logically speaking, he should withdraw wisely, which would be good for everyone.But today he just conceived the content of the next chapter, so he sat down in a strange way.

For a while, there were only the sound of Sasha's writing and the occasional page turning in the service department.

【…………

"Why did you do this?"

"What's wrong? Did I forget to salute, Lieutenant?"

"Do you know why?" My elder brother, William Venter, seemed unable to bear my attitude any longer, knocked out my cigarette, grabbed my collar tightly with both hands and grabbed me. Push against the wall.

…………

】

When I wrote this, Zai Muzuo stopped writing and rubbed his brows. He heard about this wonderful quarrel between the brothers from Koch. Unfortunately, he only heard a few words, and the deeper part could not be written immediately based on his memory. It needs to be perfected by your own imagination.

In short, he got stuck.

"What are you writing? Homework for copying?"

Zaimuza glanced at Yukinoshita in surprise, he thought she was indifferent to everything other than books.

"That kind of unlucky thing can only be done by a repeat offender like Bi Qigu. I have done my homework well. As for this, it's just a little inner feeling and a story about a group of unlucky guys, that's all."

"Oh? Can I have a look?"

"I'm afraid it won't work now, but I'll trouble you to revise it for me when I finish writing it."

"Is this an entrustment? I have no problem. Hikigaya's opinion can be ignored, but Yuigahama-san is not someone who can read boring stories."

Thinking of Yuigahama's star-eyed look when she introduced literary classics to Yuigahama, Yukinoshita couldn't help but chuckle.

"Then I can't guarantee it. But minister, don't you really need to eat first? It's almost half of the lunch break."

"No, wait a little longer." Yukinoshita rejected Zaimukoza's proposal first, closed the book and put it on the table, with a cold tone as if complaining, "A certain Miss Yuhihama invited me to have dinner today without authorization, but It’s really annoying not to come to the agreed place.”

"Maybe it's delayed because of something, why don't you just make a phone call?"

"I don't have her contact information." Yukinoshita was stunned by the words, and said expressionlessly.

That's how it is. Looking at the snow like this, Zai Muzuo always feels like his character is collapsing. He thought it was a perfect superwoman before, but now he looks so angry after being let go by his friends. It is no different from normal people.

"I'm talking about you, isn't Yubihama the only friend?"

"First of all, you have to define what kind of relationship is a friend." Yukinoshita reached out and pinned the long hair that fell on both sides behind her ears, but looked at the scenery outside the window.

"The so-called friends are probably people who can understand each other, trust each other, support each other, and can speak the truth without any scruples."

"Your friend standard is really high, so do you have any?"

"of course."

"Really? Could it be Hikigaya?" Yukinoshita turned around and asked Zaimoza with suspicious eyes.

"No, no, no, my friend is much better than him, at least he doesn't have those dead fish eyes." Zaimuzuo looked up at the ceiling, recalling the first time he saw Friedheim on an Opel truck.

At the beginning, he had the same salted fish shape as Biqigu, but he had a pair of beautiful sapphire-like eyes, which was the biggest difference between him and Biqigu.

Seeing the upturned corners of the boy's mouth and the nostalgic look in his eyes, Yukinoshita knew that he was not lying. Although he was very curious in his heart, he didn't know what to say after opening his mouth, so he continued to pick up the book and read casually. with.

"Go if you want."

"what?"

"Go to her, Yukinoshita, maybe your friend is in trouble and needs your help."