the end of WWII

The gas is average.His face was not wiped clean, and gray-black dust remained. His blue eyes were sparkling, and his golden eyelashes fluttered like a fan, like a butterfly strayed into gunpowder smoke.

"You will get used to it. The war will make you a real man." Schneider reached out and rubbed Alan's hair, just like in the trenches this morning, only this time there was no artillery fire flying around, only kerosene lamps Gentle firelight.

"Galen, is he better?" Allen suddenly raised his head.Gal was the soldier he saved in the trenches today.

"Who is Gal?" Schneider frowned suspiciously.

Allen stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly said: "You really don't remember the names of those who haven't lived a month?"

Schneider met his questioning gaze, and said calmly, "Yes. Because many times, I remember, they died in battle not long after." Seeing the sadness in Alan's eyes, he changed the subject, "Let's go Wipe your face off, will you?"

Allen followed Schneider out of the straw hut, and while Allen was arranging his military uniform, they walked all the way to the campfire. "You and I are on first shift tonight," Schneider said.

It took a while for Allen to realize that the second lieutenant was calling him. He raised his eyes, looked at Schneider and nodded.

Chapter 4

Schneider's team advanced quickly, and the morale of the soldiers increased greatly. Only Schneider and some officers deeply understood the real situation of the battle, and they were idle all day long.

Schneider's team advanced quickly, and the morale of the soldiers increased greatly. Only Schneider and some officers deeply understood the real situation of the battle situation, and they rarely smiled all day long.

This morning, after a night of fierce fighting, they were pushed back to the countryside by the Soviets in the city, but returned with a few Soviet soldiers captured from the city.

The Soviet prisoners were forced to kneel on the ground. They looked sullenly at the Nazis around them, their gray eyes were as gloomy and dull as the bears of the Snow Country.A Russian-speaking soldier retrieved the documents from their pockets, "Political Commissar." He said, glancing at Schneider.

The soldiers shouted, "Oh! Bolsheviks!" "Go to hell, bastard!"

"Has the interrogation passed?" Schneider asked lightly.

"Shut up." The soldier said in a low voice, "The superior said he would be shot."

Schneider turned around and glanced at the soldiers, "Bauer, Duden," his gaze fell on the face of the boy avoiding him, "and Alan. Come and help me."

The other two soldiers who were called picked up their guns and walked over, driving the prisoners to stand up, and then walked all the way outside the village.Schneider turned his head and looked at Allen in the crowd.The boy held the gun belt with both hands, bit his lower lip, and looked at him stubbornly.His blue eyes seem to be talking, revealing full of resistance.

Schneider looked at him for a while, then his eyes drifted to the face of another soldier, "David, come with me."

Allen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head.After a while, he raised his eyes to look at Schneider. The second lieutenant had already driven the rest of the prisoners away with a gun, and the soldiers who had just been called followed him.

"Coward." The soldier beside him made a face at him.

Soon, only a few gunshots were heard in the forest in the distance, and a few birds flew up from the canopy, and landed elsewhere after a while.At the place where the people gathered just now, the soldiers had dispersed, leaving Alan alone in place, staring blankly at the direction of the forest, his lips trembling slightly.

Allen didn't know how long he stood, Schneider came back with a few soldiers.Seeing the blood splattered on Schneider's clothes, Allen couldn't help taking a breath, and looked at him in fear.

Schneider's gaze swept across Alan's face, and he passed Alan without stopping.David cast a mocking glance at him and whispered, "You coward."

Today is a truce, and the soldiers are drinking in the warm house.Allen sat alone on the side, holding an empty cup in his hand, his eyes were empty.

"Hey, isn't this our coward." A soldier came and sat down next to him, "Why, have you been scared until now without even killing anyone?"

Allen glared at him angrily and didn't say much.

"What? Don't admit it?" The soldier laughed loudly, and he turned to his companions, "Do you think Alan is a coward?"

"Yes—" the soldiers responded with laughter.

Allen has been irritated by the true face of the war these days, and he has no good temper at the moment. He said irritably, "Go away, don't bother me."

"Do you know that you are embarrassing the German Empire by doing this! What a disgrace, embarrassing in front of the Bolsheviks!" the soldier roared angrily, pulling his hair, "Look at you sissy Let me cut your hair for you!"

Allen screamed, "Go away!"

Several soldiers rushed up to hold him down, and one of them brought a pair of rusty scissors, and cut off his slightly long hair hastily despite Alan's desperate yells.A few strands of curly blond hair fell to the ground, and were soon trampled dirty by the people passing by.

When Alan saw the hair on the ground, he fell silent and stopped struggling desperately.The people around thought he had surrendered, so they let go of the hand that was holding him.

Unexpectedly, Allen wiped his eyes severely, and then punched the provocative soldier in the face. However, his immature fist was not enough to cause any harm to this sturdy veteran, but it angered him up.The soldier frowned, and said angrily: "You coward, sissy, how dare you hit me!"

The two quickly scuffled, and everyone around them laughed as if watching the excitement.Allen quickly lost the wind and was beaten on the ground by the soldiers. He yelled in pain, but all he got was heavier fists.

Finally someone stepped forward to persuade the fight and pulled the soldiers away, only to see Allen lying on the floor dying, with blood all over his face.Seeing that he was silent, someone panicked, "Send him to the infirmary!"

Allen passed out while being transported. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a high ceiling and many people around him were busy.A nurse-like woman was sitting beside him, fiddling with the medicine in her hands.

Allen opened his lips, and the nurse looked at him in surprise, "You're awake, kid."

"This is where?"

"Field hospital." The nurse dipped a cotton ball in alcohol and approached him slightly, "You are not seriously injured, and you can return to the front line soon."

Allen fell silent. To be fair, he didn't want to go back to the front line.At the same time, he thought of his enthusiasm when he first joined the army a week ago, but now he thought about becoming a deserter, and he was greatly surprised by this psychological change.

"The recruited soldiers are getting younger and younger, it's really pitiful. Be careful, it will hurt..." The cotton ball soaked in alcohol touched Alan's cheek, and the painful pain made Alan scream, "Hey, bear with it for a while, little pity, bear with it for a while, and you'll be fine soon."

After applying the medicine and wrapping the gauze, the nurse looked at Alan's face with love in her eyes.She gently touched his head, "You are so cute, if you don't come to fight, you will definitely become a singer or an actor." She couldn't help but bowed her head and kissed his cheek, "Have a good rest, Small poor."

Allen lay on the hospital bed for a while, turning his head to look at his surroundings.He saw the bloody shoulder of a soldier next to him, a disabled soldier with broken legs, and several nurses running wildly in the corridor holding a screaming soldier on a stretcher...

The air was filled with the smell of blood and disinfectant. A nurse pushed the door and came out of the operating room. Her apron was stained with blood, and her face was numb and tired.

Allen watched all this and closed his eyes in pain.

Chapter 5

Allen spent only a week in the field hospital, the wound on his face healed almost, and soon he returned to the front base.

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Allen spent only a week in the field hospital, the wound on his face healed almost, and soon he returned to the front base.

He became more silent than ever, and he didn't go to the bonfire party for dinner with the soldiers, and he didn't go to drink in the simple rest shed.Except for going to the battlefield, Allen spent most of his time in the straw shed.The soft and fragrant straw piles gave him gentle comfort, and he had a straw house in his childhood, which made him feel like he was at home in a foreign country.

One night, Allen was lying on the straw again, holding the gun in a daze.There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, Allen sat up vigilantly, the door was opened, and Schneider was seen standing outside the door holding a kerosene lamp.

"There is a barbecue dinner and a female singer tonight, why don't you go and see it?" Schneider said with a smile in his voice.

Someone sang a song in the distance outside, and a vague female voice floated slowly into the straw house.

Alan fell back on the straw pile laxly, with a muffled voice, "Not interested."

"I've heard about that," Schneider said as he approached the haystack, "but you're not doing any good by isolating yourself like this."

"I didn't." Allen quibbled.

"Listen, if you want to maintain the best condition on the battlefield, you'd better learn to relax properly and build a good relationship with your comrades. You are bored all by yourself all day, and the more bored you become, the more angry you are, it's a vicious circle .”

Allen glanced at him a little shaken, Schneider bent down slightly, and stretched out his hand to him, "Come on."

Allen grabbed Schneider's hand, and the other party pulled him up, "That's right." Schneider smiled.Then, the two walked out of the straw house side by side.

The two approached a brightly lit room, and as they approached the room, rumors of