the end of WWII

A pink-like nose, a faint freckle on the side of the nose and full lips.A short blond hair curled behind his ears, so clean that there was no trace of dust.It seems that such a beautiful face should appear on movie posters in the city, rather than on a battlefield full of gunpowder.

Soon, it will be stained with gunpowder.Schneider thought.

"How old are you?" Schneider asked.

"Report sir, eighteen."

"The longer the war drags on, the younger the soldiers will be recruited," said a soldier.

"Sir, when can we fight?" Allen asked excitedly.

Schneider looked into Alan's bright eyes and laughed at his ignorance and fearlessness in his heart, but he was very gentle on the surface, "Tomorrow will be fine."

"Hey, new boy, where's our water?" Not far away, soldiers who were cooking and cooking yelled this way, and Allen quickly picked up the bucket and ran over.

"He really doesn't look like a piece of war material," said the soldier with a cigarette in his mouth.

"He wouldn't have come here if he hadn't had nobody to serve," said another soldier.

Schneider looked at Allen's back and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, "The flames of war will shape him."

In the middle of the night, the soldiers on shift woke up Schneider, and it was time for him to keep watch.Schneider sat by the door for a while, then stood up and went outside to smoke.Suddenly there were soft footsteps in the darkness, Schneider immediately put the cigarette in his mouth, and put down the gun vigilantly.

During the day the Russian woman came to him in a turban.She took off her turban, revealing her dry hair and pale face, and she said a word or two in Russian, in a low voice, and looked a little embarrassed.

Schneider couldn't understand, and he glanced at the woman suspiciously.The woman said something eagerly, seeing that Schneider really didn't understand, she was a little disappointed.

"She is inviting you," the soldier on guard with him came out at some point, "to go to her house."

Schneider understood what that meant.Holding the cigarette in his hand, he shook his head resolutely and indifferently, "Tell her that I won't go, and ask her to go back."

The soldier smiled and translated Schneider's words. After hearing this, the woman gave him a dejected look, put on her hood and left.

"Your handsome face, Lieutenant, can charm even a Bolshevik woman," said the soldier with a smile.

Schneider did not agree with him, "They are just looking for a backer in a difficult situation. Finding a strong officer to rely on can avoid being harassed by many soldiers. Maybe she will go to the captain soon."

"Ma'am, what can I do with Mr. Captain?" the guard asked in the distance.

Chapter 3

The sky was very cloudy, and under the gray sky, there were large expanses of thick smoke.On the green plain, the sound of guns can be heard endlessly.A moat......◎

The sky was very cloudy, and under the gray sky, there were large expanses of thick smoke.On the green plain, the sound of guns can be heard endlessly.

A ditch stretched across the ground, and towards the direction of the coniferous forest was piled full of sandbags. Dense bullets fell near this trench, and from time to time a grenade or tank shell fell in, blowing up the nearby people to pieces.

Every soldier lying in the trench is frantically repeating a set of actions: reloading, shooting, dodging.They roared frantically, and shot bullets at the enemy like revenge. Occasionally, someone was shot, and he fell down without a sound, his face was covered with black blood, and his eyes were looking straight at the sky.The guns and shells of the person who died soon were taken away by his teammates, and even giving him a look of pity was considered a luxury.

It is difficult for soldiers in the fire to hear any other sounds, and all their hearing is occupied by the sound of artillery fire; it is also difficult for them to see clearly, as the flying dust obscures their sight.All they know is to shoot, to shoot at the enemy.

A bullet grazed the side of Lieutenant Schneider's neck. Without blinking his eyes, he aimed at a Russian and finished firing the bullet in the gun. Then he quickly ducked into the trench, took out the magazine and loaded it, and then straightened up again. Strap the gun on the sandbag and start a new, never-ending round of shooting.

When he retreated into the trench again, he suddenly saw a person out of the corner of his eye.The man was holding a gun, his helmet was gone, and he was shivering in a corner. He recognized that it was Allen.Schneider crawled over and grabbed his wrist, Allen looked at him in horror, only to see that those blue eyes were surrounded by red eye sockets, and his fair face was also covered with dust and dirt, completely different from the handsome boy yesterday .

"Alan!!!" Schneider yelled, trying to make him hear his voice over the sound of shells. He pulled Alan to him and stuffed him with a grenade, "Pull the safety catch on it, throw To the Soviets!!!" After speaking, he quickly loaded the bullets and poked his head out of the trench.

Allen was holding the grenade, but he was at a loss, his hands trembling violently, as if he was holding a piece of hot potato.His face was covered with tears and snot, and he was sniffing his nose in fear, when his eyes suddenly fell on his own penis, only to see that it was wet there, his heart was extremely embarrassed and frightened.

Schneider noticed his silence, and took the opportunity to turn around and shout, "Allen, throw it away!!!"

Allen trembled as if waking up from a dream, threw the gun in a panic, wiped his dirty face with his dirty hands, pulled the safety catch on the grenade tremblingly, and raised it tremblingly. The hand was thrown out suddenly.

Soon, there was a deafening explosion outside, and fragments of dirt fell from the air, rustling into the trenches, falling on the living and the dead.Alan huddled in the trench, his eyes wide open, listening and watching all this like a numb person.

Suddenly someone touched his head. Allen turned his face and saw Schneider leaning against him. The second lieutenant rubbed his hair while changing bombs, and said to him with his mouth: "Good job!" Yes." Then, Schneider quickly climbed out, took off a dead man's helmet and buckled it on Allen's head, "Put it on."

Allen buckled his helmet, raised his head slightly, and saw Schneider's profile shot in the morning light.His face was covered with black blood and mud, but he couldn't hide his handsome face. On the contrary, the outline appeared more neat and charming in the flames of war and gunpowder smoke.

Allen wanted to do something, but he found that he only dared to shrink tightly in the trench, and did not dare to show his head outside the sandbag at all.A shell hit the sandbag above his head, the flying sand blinded his eyes, and there was another loud explosion to the left.He closed his eyes in fright, and bit his lip to suppress his shouting.

Something was touching his feet, and Allen was startled. When he opened his eyes, it turned out that it was a soldier who had been shot and was asking him for help.He looked around in a panic, all the living people were busy, and no one cared about him.The soldier continued to tug at his feet, and opened his dusty mouth, which seemed to say "help me".

Allen bit his lip, thought for a while, leaned over and dragged the soldier's armpit slowly in the trench, trying to drag him to a safe place.

A shell suddenly fell and hit the soldier's feet.Allen was thrown to the ground, his face was burning with pain.He screamed in pain, only to find that his cries were completely drowned out by the sound of bombing bullets.He suddenly remembered the soldier who couldn't move on the ground, so he struggled to get up, holding back the snot and tears on his face and continued to drag the soldier's body.He suddenly felt that the weight in his hand was much lighter. He raised his head in fear, and saw that the lower body of the person in his hand was bloody and bloody, and some of them had separated from their bodies and landed on both sides of the trench.

Allen couldn't bear it any longer, he fell to the side and vomited out.After a while, he wiped his mouth weakly, and turned to look at his companion, his own eyes filling with tears.As he dragged him, he sobbed uncontrollably, tears flowed out of his eyes, and a wet river flowed out of the mud on his face.

This is war, he thought with pain and horror, and war is more than that.

At night, the soldiers were talking and laughing by the bonfire. They joked about the recruit, "I heard that he was so scared that he wet his pants!" Everyone laughed.

Second Lieutenant Schneider walked to the bonfire, "Stand at attention!"

The soldiers immediately restrained their smiles and stood up. One of them accidentally kicked over a bucket and did not dare to help it. "Where did Allen go?" Schneider glanced around and asked.

"He stayed alone and didn't know where he went."

"Recruit egg phobia," a soldier whispered.

Schneider went to find the poor recruit himself, and found him in a straw house in a short time.Allen was paralyzed on the straw, his eyes were blank. When he heard someone coming in, he looked up and saw that it was Schneider, but he didn't stand up, and lowered his eyes again.

"stand at attention!"

Allen reluctantly got up and stood in front of Schneider.

Schneider sized him up and sat down on the straw. "Sit down. Let's talk."

Allen lay back on the straw, still silent, his eyes darkened.

"how do you feel?"

Allen glanced at him with sadness in his eyes, "It's terrible."

"It's not as good as you imagined. You think there are heroes in war, don't you?"

Alan was a little dissatisfied with being ridiculed secretly by him, but knowing his childishness before, he nodded in frustration.

"The greatest people in war are not heroes, but those unknown fighters, you and me." Schneider looked at him, his serious face suddenly relaxed, and he smiled, "God, listen to what I'm talking about? I have It’s a day to say something like that to someone.”

Allen looked at him, lying on the straw with his arms folded, a little dissatisfied stubbornness in his eyes, as if he was giving birth to someone