the end of WWII

The singing that comes out is clearer.The guard at the door was lying on the crack of the door looking in, but when he heard the footsteps, he immediately turned his head in fright, and saluted in embarrassment when he saw that it was Schneider.

Schneider nodded to him, raised his hand and opened the door.The moment the door was opened, it seemed that all the laughter, singing, aroma of food and warm air inside the door rushed towards him. Alan's eyes blurred for a moment and gradually focused. He saw the end of the room from afar. A light shone in the center of the room, and a shimmering figure moved gracefully above it.

Allen followed Schneider into the house, only to be able to see the whole picture of the house.At the end of the room was a makeshift stage surrounded by gigantic stage lights, on which was a gorgeously dressed blond beauty singing to the soldiers with her arms outstretched.

Two long tables were set up on both sides of the room, and they were filled with plates of barbecue used to reward the frontline soldiers-there were not many barbecues left.The room was full of soldiers, a crowd of people laughing loudly, drinking, or obsessing over the beautiful diva.

Schneider squeezed to a long table. When the soldiers saw him, they all moved out of the way. A soldier smiled and brought out a plate containing the last piece of barbecue, "Second Lieutenant, this is what we left for you."

Schneider glanced at him and scolded with a smile: "Stinky boy." He took the plate, but handed it to Alan, "I'm not very hungry. Alan, you can eat."

Allen felt the hostile eyes of some soldiers. He held the plate and glanced at Schneider timidly, but Schneider raised his chin lazily at him.

Allen thought for a moment, then he smiled kindly at the soldiers, and opened his mouth and wolfed down the piece of barbecue into his stomach.Seeing that he understood what he meant, Schneider raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

Somebody brought several baskets of wine, and the soldiers rushed to drink.A slightly drunk soldier lay down on the stage with a wine glass to invite the female singer to drink. The female singer just finished the last line of the lyrics, so she bent down to take the wine glass, straightened up, and drank sexyly in the bright and shining lights. Finish that glass of wine.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers were all excited, and some bold soldiers gathered around the stage and begged to dance with her.The blond beauty tossed her hair with her hands brightly and attractively, and threw the wine glass towards the soldiers with a nod of her head, and someone caught it soon.Then she bent down, put her soft hand lightly in that of a soldier, and smiled at him, "Come, my soldier."

No one knew who turned on the record player, and the melodious music sounded, filling every corner of the room.

The selected soldier blushed, he kissed the beauty's hand in embarrassment, and was pushed onto the stage by his comrades.He was dressed in a dusty military uniform, and standing under the shining spotlight with the fashionable and glamorous blonde, he became cramped and looked very unnatural.However, the blond beauty naturally took his hand, put it on his shoulder, and generously led him to dance.

The soldiers became even more excited, applauding and whistling on the spot.Some soldiers waited eagerly by the stage, wanting to dance with the blonde singer too.Some soldiers pulled up their comrades, laughed and danced some messy and crooked dances.

For a while, singing and noisy voices in the house were mixed together. Someone smoked a cigarette, and the house became faintly smoky.Listening to these turbulent sounds and looking at these blurred scenes, Allen felt as if he was in a dream, and seemed to be far away from the bloody frontline battlefield.

"Ellen?"

Allen came back to his senses and saw Schneider looking at him with a smile, "Do you want to come dance?"

Allen was stunned when he heard the words. He looked around suspiciously, thinking that Schneider was calling someone else.

"I'm asking you, Alan."

Allen looked at Schneider blankly, his lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.However, the next moment, the second lieutenant performed an elegant and standard gentleman's salute, and extended his hand to Allen.

Allen had no choice but to put his hand on it, and put the other on the opponent's shoulder.Schneider supported Allen's waist and led him to dance to the music on the spot.

Allen's footsteps were messy, and he stepped on Schneider's boots a few times, making him blush with embarrassment.But Schneider didn't seem to care, he slowly guided Allen, raised his hand above his head, let him turn around once, twice, then put his arms around his waist, and faced each other again.

The warm yellow light shone on the lieutenant's face, and a pair of handsome deep-set eyes were looking at Allen intently. The latter suddenly felt the blood in his body boil, and the heartbeat began to speed up. There seemed to be a patch on the eardrum. It was beating like a big drum.

No one noticed them, they danced among the carnival crowd, their eyes only stared at each other, as if everything in the world disappeared at this moment, only the two of them were left, circling in circles .

"You know what," Schneider said softly, rousing Alan from his thoughts, "I used to be a dance teacher."

Allen's eyes widened in surprise. He could feel that Schneider's dance was very good, but he couldn't believe that the experienced officer in front of him was actually a dance teacher.

"Then you must be a great dance teacher." Allen faltered, avoiding Schneider's gaze.

The two didn't talk anymore, they danced ecstatically until the crowd dispersed, the singing stopped and the lights gradually dimmed, and they didn't stop.

There were only the two of them in the room, and on the other side, the stage stood alone in the center, the plates on the table were messed up, and the floor was stained with bones and beer.

Schneider pulled Allen in a circle until he turned to the empty stage. Allen's calf touched the edge of the stage, and he fell back on the stage, laughing and panting.

Schneider sat down next to Allen, smiling. "I haven't danced in a long time," he said. "Tonight was the best I could do."

Allen looked down at him, just in time to see Schneider raised his neck, as if looking at the sky outside through a window on one side.An unextinguished stage light came from behind Schneider, and a clear silhouette appeared in front of Alan's eyes. He saw his long eyelashes, slightly parted lips and rough Adam's apple, and Alan quietly said goodbye. Turn your face away.

"Let's go," Schneider looked down at him, "We still have to keep watch tonight."

Chapter 6

The battle situation took a turn for the worse, and the Soviet army pressed the weak German army towards the western border.A while ago, the joy of just one or two victories was like a mud cow falling into the sea, turning... ◎

The battle situation took a turn for the worse, and the Soviet army pressed the weak German army towards the western border.The joy of just one or two victories a while ago disappeared like a mud cow into the sea.

The gray wolf company settled in an occupied city in the evening.A round of golden sunset hangs in the northwest sky, and the brilliance of the setting sun sprinkles on the dilapidated buildings. Not far away, a mournful lone eagle flies by, showing a more mournful and tragic beauty.

It used to be a Jewish town, and a SS detachment was also stationed here, arriving a week before the Gray Wolf Company.The luxury hotels and villas in the town had been taken over by the SS, and the soldiers of the Gray Wolf Company had to live in ordinary street houses. Most of these houses were empty, and there was no original occupant.

Allen and a comrade-in-arms live in a room on the third floor of an apartment. In this house, each floor is connected by a revolving square staircase, and going downstairs requires constant circles on the stairs.

As soon as the comrade-in-arms entered the room, he sat down on the bed, "Oh my god, how soft this bed is! I'm afraid I've never slept in such a bed since I left home." He lay down on it and grabbed a pillow Hugging, "I've decided, we'll take turns sleeping on this bed!"

Allen ignored him. After entering the door, he put the gun by the door and looked around.He walked to a wall of books, "Look, the owner of this room should love reading." He raised his hand to pick up a book, and accidentally saw an exquisite and small decoration on the bookshelf, so he picked it up quite a bit. Look at it interestingly.

It was a small water-filled crystal ball filled with white debris resembling snowflakes, with a small Statue of Liberty in the center.Allen shook the crystal ball with a feeling, and saw white debris flying up and floating around the Statue of Liberty, as if snow had fallen in the crystal ball.

Allen liked the crystal ball very much, but he was also reluctant to take other people's things. Besides, if someone saw the Statue of Liberty inside, he might be convicted.So he had to look at it two more times, and then reluctantly put it back in place.

Allen took the book and walked to the window, took advantage of the setting sun to open it and read it.His comrade-in-arms seemed to have passed out on the bed, and the room was quiet for a while, as if it was just an ordinary evening.

Suddenly, Allen was keenly aware of something making a sound in the closet.He thought it was a mouse and didn't pay much attention.

"Ah!"

A sneeze came from the closet, Allen raised his head suddenly, dropped the book and ran to the door to pick up the gun.His comrade-in-arms was woken up, and he was still a little dazed, "What's wrong?"

"There's someone in the closet!" Allen warned him in a low voice.

The two slowly approached the closet with their guns on their shoulders. Alan winked at his comrade, who understood, gently picked the handle of the closet with his gun, and slowly opened the closet door.Allen bolted the gun and stared intently into the closet.

The closet door was fully opened, and inside was a row of hanging clothes, only one