the end of WWII

Battalion.You open the trunk and look. "

Allen opened the trunk of the jeep, his expression froze.In the trunk were two undressed corpses, with iron soldier name tags hanging around their necks.He picked up one and looked at it, realizing that it was a genuine Wehrmacht soldier.

"Throw them away, or the vehicle will consume unnecessary fuel." Schneider said lightly.

Allen glanced at him, his eyes flushed.If it was placed in the army when he first joined the army, he would firmly oppose Schneider and think that he was cold-hearted.But now, he just silently moved the two corpses out of the trunk, dragged them into the woods, tore off their name tags and put them in his pockets, and found some branches to cover their remains.

"Alan, let's go." Seeing Alan standing beside the corpse in a daze, Schneider called him.

Alan continued to drive along the path. He looked at Schneider's face in the rearview mirror, his voice was very hoarse, "In the past two months, I have seen many more dead people than I have seen in my entire life."

Schneider met his blue eyes, beautiful even after the brutal fire.

"War is hell," he said, whether he was answering Allen or muttering to himself. "The Germans have been retreating. Once, we were only a hundred kilometers away from Moscow. Now, we are only [-] kilometers away from the western border of the Soviet Union. It's getting closer."

"You mean, this war is going to be lost—" Allen said, and suddenly saw Schneider's warning gaze in the rearview mirror, so he closed his mouth.

"I'm just stating a fact. But you have to remember that within the empire, you must never speak of discouragement. Otherwise, you will most likely be shot—the crime of inciting defeatist sentiment."

Allen withdrew his gaze, and turned to the windshield with several bullet holes, through which he looked at the mottled road ahead.

The Soviet-German battlefield where he once thought that the German army would dominate the situation has long since become riddled with holes.

They drove along the small road onto a large road, and it didn't take long before they encountered a checkpoint of the Wehrmacht.The commander there ordered Allen to be sent back to a German stronghold, while Schneider was sent to a field hospital for treatment.

The two said goodbye in front of the truck.Allen's face has been wiped clean, revealing the original handsome and charming face.But this face is not as smooth and clean as it was at the beginning, the lips are dry and cracked, and there are even some wrinkles at the end of the eyes, which are forced to be stained with the vicissitudes of life.

Schneider looked at him and noticed that Alan's eye sockets were a little red, so he pretended to smile easily and opened his arms to Alan.

Allen hesitated for a while, and finally rushed forward and hugged Schneider, leaning his cheek against the side of the second lieutenant's neck.His lips were tightly shut, and his blue eyes were drooping sadly.

The two separated a little, Alan's gaze avoided, but turned back faintly, falling on Schneider's face reluctantly.There was a smile rolling in Schneider's thick and handsome eyebrows, as if he could see through what Alan was thinking, which made Alan's ears slightly red.

"I'm glad you can hug me again, Allen." Schneider patted him on the shoulder, "We will see you later."

A soldier helped Schneider to leave.The soldiers on the side truck called Allen several times before he came back to his senses. "Come on, friend!" he cried, holding out a hand to Ellen.Allen took his hand and the soldiers pulled him into the truck.

The truck started, and Allen looked out of the car frequently, but he could no longer find Schneider.

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Chapter 12

One month later, on a calm morning, the snow had just cleared, and the thin branches were covered with snow.The sky is misty gray, and the east is transparent...◎

One month later, on a calm morning, the snow had just cleared, and the thin branches were covered with snow.The sky is a misty gray, and the east is tinged with white.

Allen walked out of the house and lit a cigarette in the cold air.He has always hated smoking and drinking, but at some point, he learned to use tobacco to suppress despair, and drink to intoxicate his sober and rational brain so that it cannot feel pain.

A few Russian civilians hurried past him from nowhere, leaving a string of footprints in the snow.Running at the end was a kid who raised his head and peeked at Allen with gray eyes under a beret, with a sly gleam in them.

Allen glanced at him, opened his lips slightly, and exhaled a wisp of white smoke.He stared at the suspicious boy and narrowed his eyes in doubt.

boom! ! !

In the silent early morning, there was a sudden loud noise, which shook the snow from the tree branches.Allen took off the cigarette and looked up, and found that a house used as a German barracks was blown up not far away, and it was on fire, emitting thick black smoke.Some awakened people and guards ran out, calling for people to put out the fire and rescue them.

Allen narrowed his eyes and stared at the bombed-out room, then turned his head suddenly, and saw the group of people rushing past a corner just now, and the corner of the Russian boy's clothes flashed behind the wall.

At noon, all the soldiers gathered in the square, surrounded by a large crowd.Right in front of the team was a wooden platform on which stood several Russian civilians.They were tied around their necks with hemp rope and tied to a wooden platform, trembling all over.They all looked distressed, and each had a wooden sign around their necks, on which was written in white or red paint: I died for betraying Nazi Germany, I am a heinous traitor.

The captain paced back and forth under the wooden platform, saying loudly: "Any person or organization that opposes the German Empire will be executed and eliminated!" He turned around, faced the team, and pointed to the wooden platform with one hand, "This morning! , it was these abhorrent Russians who planted explosives and poured gasoline on the side of the No. [-] barracks, killing three of our comrades-in-arms and injuring many more!"

Alan stood in the first row of the line, and he recognized the kid who glanced at him in the morning at a glance.This poor boy is probably a few years younger than Alan. His face is black and red, dirty, and he was stabbed with a knife. The beret fell somewhere, and his hair is messed up. into a ball.

The captain stopped at the edge of the line, "Now, these people will receive the punishment they deserve - be shot." His eyes fell on Allen's gloomy face, and he raised his chin at Allen, " You, soldier, go and shoot them."

Allen rolled his melancholy eyes and glanced at the captain.The former's face was very pale, his lips were tightly closed, and his eyes were so gray that they were almost black.At that time, he chose to retreat and escape, so what about now?

Allen shouldered the gun on his shoulder and took a few steps forward.He raised the gun, pulled the breech, put his face close to the gun, and took aim at the miserable wretches.

The first person targeted stared at Allen in horror, his eyes tearing open.The muscles on the man's face twitched unconsciously, muddy tears flowed from his eye sockets, his lips opened and closed slightly, as if begging him.

Allen hesitated for a moment, and suddenly left the trigger.

Four gunshots sounded one after another, and after each gunshot, it was accompanied by the sound of the human body falling down, and also accompanied by the cry of Allen's soul being beaten hard in his heart.

The crowd gasped, and then the air became silent, and no one spoke.Allen put down the gun expressionlessly, turned around and kicked his feet to stand at attention, saluted the captain, then walked back to the team and stood up.

"See? This is the fate of fighting against the German Empire." The captain said, pointing to Allen and the other two soldiers, "You guys, hang up these corpses here for everyone to see .”

"Yes." The soldiers replied.

Allen and two other soldiers hung up the body, the women in the crowd were quietly wiping their tears, and some people left silently.Soon there were only a few scattered people left in the square, and only solitary corpses swaying slightly in the wind.

Allen stood by the wooden platform, looking up at the Russian boy's body.The boy didn't close his eyes, and just lowered his head in a daze, looking at the ground. The blood flowed down his body to the soles of his feet, and dripped onto the ground, forming a small pool of blood.

The dry cold wind brushed Alan's face, curling his blond hair and stinging the tiny cracks in his face.

He has been standing here, mournfully looking at the remains of these sad souls.No one would have imagined that it was such a person who ended the lives of these people just now without blinking an eye.

Allen walked a few steps in the square, and suddenly saw a person walking towards him.He stopped and took a closer look, and a familiar face came into view.

"Second Lieutenant! When did you come back?" Allen said in surprise, his eyes showed joy, but he was more occupied by sadness.

"I was discharged from the hospital yesterday, but I just got back here this morning," Schneider said, with a weak smile on his face. "You don't look well, do you?"

"Yes, I..." Allen glanced back at the corpses, lowered his eyes, "I want to take a rest."

"Let's go, let's get out of here." Schneider put his hands on Allen's shoulders, and gently turned his body around, preventing him from looking at the scene on the wooden platform.

Schneider led Allen to a