the end of WWII

die!We don't need unnecessary casualties anymore! "

"The head of state and the major are indeed crazy, but I am a soldier, and I belong to the empire. All I can do is obey orders. Maybe what he said is right, I might as well feel the glory of being loyal to the motherland at the last moment of my life. ..." He glanced at Schneider, who was looking at him in disbelief, and smiled wryly, "Do you think I'm crazy? Probably, I think I'm crazy too."

Schneider paused. He stood there, watching the officer's back as he went away.

Schneider suddenly became very irritable after the meeting, which really did not match his image of an elegant officer, and the soldiers talked a lot.After he came back, he just stayed in the room without speaking, and he didn't wait to see anyone.

When Allen came to look for him, Schneider heard the sound of opening the door, dropped a cup in anger, and shouted: "I told you that no one is allowed to come in!!!"

Allen stood at the door in a daze for a moment, then summoned up his courage and said, "Does that include me too?"

Schneider's figure paused, he turned his head hastily, his voice softened, "I'm sorry, Alan..." He paused, looked at his lover, and said softly, "Come in."

Allen gave him a strange and timid look, walked into the house and closed the door.He walked up to Schneider, put his hand on his shoulder, and stroked him gently.

"Sorry, I'm not in a good mood recently." Schneider took his hand off, put it on his lips and kissed it, "Can you do me a favor? Help me tell those soldiers that I'm not giving birth to them I'm just annoyed by something else. Let them stop hating me or worrying about me."

Allen agreed, but his tone was full of worry, "What happened to you?"

"It's nothing. It's just a few..." Schneider stopped talking suddenly, and he changed the subject, "It's really strange during this time, you committed suicide not long ago, and now it's my turn to be in a bad mood .This war will kill us sooner or later.”

"You don't want to mention suicide anymore. I will never do that stupid thing again now."

Schneider looked up at him and smiled wearily, "That's good."

The two stood and sat in silence.After a while, Schneider stood up and lowered his eyes slightly to look at Allen.The distance between the two gradually shortened, and Allen took the initiative to kiss him.

Schneider slowly wrapped his arms around his waist and leaned on himself.He asked Allen with his eyes: Is it okay?

Allen hugged his neck and responded with a deeper kiss.Then came the cloud and rain.Although Schneider became irritable, he treated Allen a hundred times softer.

The next few days seemed to be peaceful, but everyone felt that there was a huge crisis hidden in this calm.It searches under the low-pressure air, looking for an opportunity to explode suddenly, devour everything, and bring everything to an end.

Schneider asked Alan to go to his room frequently. Although Alan felt strange, he was happy in his heart, so he agreed every time.

However, what made him feel wrong was another thing. Every time after finishing work, Schneider always hugged him tightly and lay on the bed without saying a word for a long time.

Allen tried to make him let go of himself, but he always replied sullenly: "Let me hold you for a while, just for a while." When he said this, he almost had a pleading tone, although Allen looked I didn't see his expression, but my heart softened all of a sudden, and I wasn't too entangled.

Allen didn't know what he was thinking, so he could only put his hand on his, feel the temperature of that hand silently, and tried to give him some comfort.

One day, Allen couldn't bear it any longer. He got up and turned to face Schneider, "Can you tell me, what are you worried about?"

Schneider looked gloomy, "Nothing."

Seeing that it was hard to come by, Allen had no choice but to change his strategy. He held his hand and looked at him worriedly, "You are like this, you are uncomfortable, and I love you too. You are bored by yourself—like As you said before, the more stuffy you get, the more angry you are, it's a vicious circle. Tell me, maybe we can solve it together."

Schneider pondered for a while, then turned his eyes back to Allen's face, "So, if your superior asks you to take your soldiers to die together, what will you do?"

Allen froze, "You mean..."

Schneider looked away, and his hand held Alan's hand tightly, "I don't want you to die. I would rather die myself."

Alan thought about his words, and suddenly smiled wryly, "Look, it's you who started talking about committing suicide..."

The two were relatively silent.Allen didn't expect that Schneider was thinking about this problem, and he was deeply troubled by it, which his young heart could not solve.

Allen lay down, leaned closer to Schneider, and said softly:

"However, I will follow you no matter what—I would do anything for you."

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Chapter 14

On this day, the base ushered in a new team of soldiers. Almost none of them were adults, and they were still childish.But in the face of the devastated Soviet-German war, he... ◎

On this day, the base ushered in a new team of soldiers. Almost none of them were adults, and they were still childish.But in the face of the devastated Soviet-German war situation, they are not as dejected as those adults, they have extraordinary courage and high enthusiasm, full of vitality in the pile of tired veterans, like delicate flowers blooming in the cold winter, facing the Dangers and dilemmas they don't understand.

"When can we go to war?" A well-dressed soldier who looked no older than 15 asked Allen excitedly.

Allen was sitting on a pile of discarded boxes with a few veterans and cleaning his guns. The collar of his military uniform was slightly open, with the gray private collar badge on it, revealing the crooked shirt inside.He smiled at the recruit, "Maybe there will be a war in the next second, are you ready, kid?"

"Of course I'm ready!" the child replied excitedly, "I will use my gun to beat the Soviets like a sieve! I'm very good, don't underestimate me!"

Allen looked at the children and smiled at them gently.He thought of himself, more than three months ago, he had been like them.

"Okay, then we look forward to your performance," Allen said. "May your bravery succeed in bringing us home for Christmas."

However, the children's promise was not fulfilled.Soldiers had no bonfire dances and no Christmas dinner until Christmas Eve.They issued an application for an armistice to the Soviet Union, but were ruthlessly rejected.They had no choice but to hide in the dark night, watching the east vigilantly, catching every sign of the enemy.

At midnight on New Year’s Eve, the sound of artillery shells and gunshots suddenly sounded from the east of the base, and then the Soviets set fire to it. In an instant, many houses were ablaze, and half of the sky was red.

"Raid! Raid!" shouted the sentinel, blowing his whistle, soldiers and officers filed out of the house, and the commander hurriedly directed the soldiers to fight.Amidst the din of people, suddenly there was a humming sound in the dark sky, and the Soviet fighter jets dropped several shells, which exploded straight between the villages.

"Damn it, their plane's lights are off!" the anti-aircraft soldier cursed behind the barrel.

The German soldiers rolled into the trenches and fought against the Soviet troops attacking from the east through sandbags.Soviet fighter jets hovered over their heads, dropping shells from time to time.However, it was night now, and it couldn't hit every fire point accurately, so it judged by observing the muzzle fire.

Allen emptied a tube of bullets. He quickly lowered his body and hid in the trench, and took out a new magazine from his waist to replace it.He heard the rumbling bombing, the continuous sound of bullets, the moans and cries of pain, but he couldn't see anything, didn't think about anything, just mechanically repeated the process of reloading and shooting. action.

War is too familiar and cruel to him. He believes that war is to resist or attack, forgive or kill. He uses his body to splice the broken future for the country, waiting for the moment of death.

The night is very long.

Dawn began to break in the east, and sporadic gunfire rang out on the battlefield.As the night passed, many people lay in the trenches who would never open their eyes.The sky illuminated the ground, and the plants beside the trenches were covered with hoarfrost.

Lieutenant Schneider was leaning in the trench, his gun was empty and was lying on the side of the ground covered with charred gunpowder.He tore off the shirt of a dead soldier, tore it into strips, and wrapped them around his head.His blond hair was stained red with blood, and the skin near the right forehead was bloody and bloody. After the cloth strip was covered, it was soon soaked in blood.

While bandaging himself, he thought that if he went to the field hospital this time, he might never be able to return to the battlefield.When the war was over, he would be one of the German masses who remembered the humiliating war with eternal sorrow and regret.

Then it would be better to die on this battlefield.

He bandaged his head, straightened up at the bottom of the trench, and crawled a short distance along the trench.As he moved, stepping over the corpses of his comrades, he turned around for the weapons that were still in use - the gunfire was still ringing outside, and he wanted to fight them to the last moment.

However, there were only empty guns and empty shell casings everywhere.

Schneider felt his head was dizzy and couldn't hold on anymore, so he leaned against the edge of the trench, closed his eyes and panted slightly.His hand touched someone's face, he opened his eyes and looked down, and saw a child-like soldier, with a bloody face, a pair of innocent big eyes staring blankly at the sky