At the moment in 1916, the world has not yet counted the record of snipers, and almost all of the top ten snipers in another time and space appeared after World War II, and the concept of "sniper" did not even exist during World War I.

The Southern African Expeditionary Force set a precedent, and after the outbreak of the World War, the statistics of the records of precision shooters began, and the first batch of outstanding precision shooters in the Southern African Expeditionary Force have returned to the British mainland or Southern Africa as heroes, participating in the propaganda of the war, or serving as sniper instructors in military academies.

The current accurate shooter is not inferior to those heroes who have achieved fame, the legend of Qin Ling is still ongoing, the number 315 is definitely not the end, with Qin Ling's age, he even has the opportunity to participate in World War II.

If there was a Second World War on this plane.

On the Western Front, Qinling has become a living legend, and his nickname is "Hades", as his name suggests, which terrifies the German army.

For American GIs who had just arrived in Europe, the number 315 was clearly beyond their imagination.

However, their first reaction was not to be surprised, but to question the authenticity of this figure, which is indeed very American.

"315 is a definite result, some of the German soldiers who were killed could not be determined, so it was not recorded in the statistics, there is no need to doubt the authenticity of this number, there is a second lieutenant who is specifically responsible for counting the results of Sergeant Qinling, Sergeant Qinling once sniped a German officer at a distance of 900 meters, in the battle to capture Antwerp, Sergeant Qinling sniped a total of 115 German officers and soldiers, he is the Lord of Yama who can decide life and death, do you know what Yama means in Chinese?" The instructor knows the deeds of Qinling very well.

The American GIs, who listened stupidly, collectively fell into a stupor.

"Hades means Satan in Chinese—" The instructor's smile was clear in mockery.

However, the American GIs didn't notice this, and they looked at Qin Ling as if a pair of demon wings had grown on Qin Ling's back.

"Tom, do you still want to duel with Sergeant Qinling?" An American GI muttered to himself, when he didn't know about Qin Ling's brilliant achievements, Qin Ling was "Qin" in their mouths, and now Qin Ling is finally qualified to have his full name.

Although the name is a bit awkward for white people.

"I want a Sergeant Qinling's boots—" Tom Oscar was sweating profusely, he only now realized how stupid his behavior had just been, and he had a new understanding of his instructor, and then he was in awe.

Usually those who are qualified to jump against the other are those who are relatively capable, and these people are very smart, and they know how to recognize the situation best.

The sniper class can finally be carried out smoothly, the first lesson is not the imaginary kilometer sniper, but how to camouflage yourself, now there is no auspicious suit, the camouflage has to come all by yourself, the next course also has the choice of sniper position, the judgment of the wind direction and wind speed, how to arrange the mine, how to design the retreat route, etc., there are many lessons for the American GIs to make.

While the American GIs were making up for their lessons, preparations for the British Expeditionary Force were in full swing.

For the upcoming New Year's offensive, the British Expeditionary Force set up a logistics supply base in Calais, which now stores a total of 800,000 shells and aerial bombs, 2 billion rounds of ammunition, 12,000 boxes of various medicines, 150,000 tons of other military supplies, and 100,000 recruits arrive in Calais every month from the British mainland.

In the port of Calais, the person in charge of the deployment of human resources was Major Chen Huai from the logistics department of the British Expeditionary Force.

(Don't worry, the Yellow River is already on its way-)

There are now nearly 100,000 laborers in the port of Calais, some of them Chinese from the Far East, some from India, and two infantry divisions from the Indian Legion responsible for the security of the port of Calais, and if the manpower is insufficient, these two Indian divisions will also do some manual work.

In the weather of March, the snow had melted, the ground had begun to become dry, the expeditionary force had not changed out of winter clothes, and after going to the port to inspect it, Chen Huai was already sweating profusely when he returned to the office.

"How's the dock going?" Lieutenant Colonel Oliver, the chief officer of the logistics department, brought a cup of coffee to Chen Huai, and it was originally Lieutenant Colonel Oliver's job to inspect the dock.

"It's terrible, the attitude of those Indian workers is very problematic, they are procrastinating, they are undisciplined, today on the dock there was an Indian worker who broke a box, a group of people around laughing, I went over to look, it was actually a special box of shells, fortunately those shells are not equipped with fuses, otherwise I don't know how big a mess will be." Chen Huai was furious, the problem of Indian workers has been around for a long time, and it is not so easy to solve it.

"Breaking the box is a trivial matter, last week I counted warehouse No. 65, guess what, there are two boxes of bullets that don't count, and the soldiers guarding the warehouse don't know when they were lost, and after in-depth investigation, it turns out that the workers who carry the bullets secretly got the bullets to the flea market and sold them, it's just speechless, and those Indians don't know that this kind of behavior is going to be shot?" Another officer also came over with coffee and complained, it was Major Harris from the British mainland.

"Hehe, you don't know, the religion that Indians believe in can be reincarnated, it doesn't matter if you are not born in an aristocratic family in this life, as long as you have respect for the gods, then you can be born in a noble family in the next life, and you will have fine clothes and food for a lifetime." Lieutenant Colonel Oliver has served in India and knows Indians well.

"So if you make a mistake in this life, can you still be born in a noble family in the next life?" Chen Huai's angle is tricky, and Chinese myths have similar sayings, but the Chinese gods are more responsible, if they don't accumulate virtue and do good, let alone reincarnate in a big family in the next life, they will even lose the qualification to be reincarnated as a human being, and maybe they will be reincarnated as a pig or a dog.

"What do you think, none of us are qualified to be born into aristocratic families, I think we are all going to hell-" Major Harris was more pessimistic, thousands of people died every day on the Western Front, and the expeditionary soldiers were all covered in blood, and everyone would have to go to hell according to the standards of Western religion.

"Don't be so pessimistic, God will forgive us, we are also forced to take up arms, for the sake of world peace, so we should all go to heaven." Lieutenant Colonel Oliver is a devout Catholic believer who firmly believes that God will make the right choice.

Before the cup of coffee was finished, the door to the office was pushed open, and a second lieutenant hurried in.

"Gentlemen, there's a fight on the docks—"

The reason for the matter is simple: an Indian worker and a Chinese worker were arguing over an apple, and as a result, the Indian worker used an insulting gesture against the Chinese worker, and then the two groups of workers got into a fight.

There were about 80 Chinese workers and about 500 Indian workers involved in the conflict, but the results were shocking: 500 Indian workers failed to beat 80 Chinese workers, and more than 60 Indian workers were injured, four of whom were seriously injured and needed immediate medical treatment.

Among the four were the Indian who used the insulting gestures.

After arriving at the scene of the incident, there were still forty or fifty Indian workers rolling on the ground and humming and chirping, and the Indian workers who had nothing to do with themselves around saw the officers arriving at the scene and were excited, and they rushed over to complain, the result may be that someone accidentally stepped on an Indian worker who was lying on the ground and wailing, and the Indian worker lying on the ground hugged someone's thigh, and then a group of people rolled into a ball again.

Bang!

At the critical moment, Lieutenant Colonel Oliver fired a warning shot, which finally calmed down the scene.

"Who did it first, stand up!" The muzzle of Lieutenant Colonel Oliver's gun was still smoking, murderous.

No one from the Indians stood up, an Indian worker was still lying on the ground humming, and a soldier of the expeditionary force walked over and raised the rattan in his hand to cover his face, and the scene was immediately silent.

"I said who made the first move, stand up!" Lieutenant Colonel Oliver repeated, and immediately there were translations in a variety of different languages.

The Chinese side is better, and only one person is needed to translate, while the Indian side has more than a dozen people interpreting at the same time.

Lieutenant Colonel Oliver was very smoky, and after asking, he learned that although the official language of India is English, not everyone can understand English, and there are about 20 other widely spoken languages in India.

Relatively speaking, the Chinese workers are much better, and the vast majority of the Chinese laborers are from the northern language family, and the language gap is not large.

After two repetitions, no one on the Indian side of the workers came forward, but several people on the side of the Chinese workers came forward at the same time.

"Very well, tell me, why did you do it?" Although Lieutenant Colonel Oliver could still scrape off two catties of frost on his face, his tone was much more relaxed.

"That bastard insulted us!"

"Originally, each person was an apple, and that bastard was not satisfied with picking and taking one, and wanted to take the second."

"We just said a word to him, and he laughed at us for squinting and making insulting gestures to us—"

Several Chinese laborers pieced together the ins and outs of the ins and outs in a few words, and the insulting gesture here is to pull down the corners of their eyes with their fingers, which means to laugh at the relatively small eyes of the Chinese.

Normally, this kind of behavior only appears among whites, and now with the improvement of the status of the Chinese, it has basically disappeared, but I didn't expect that this obviously insulting action would be used by Indians, and it was also an Indian with obvious dark skin, which is really incomprehensible.

India has a hierarchical caste system, usually the white-skinned Indians are the four major castes, the dark-skinned Indians are Dalits, Dalits are untouchable in India, as people at the bottom of society, they should be the most opposed to racial discrimination, but now they practice it.

Hearing the statement of the Chinese worker, before Lieutenant Colonel Oliver could speak, Chen Huai was already furious.

(Out of context here, another brother is going to scold me, please, don't scold me, you have the ability to smash me to death with a ticket-)