the end of WWII

Bar. "Schneider didn't care, he waved his hand, and then called the name of one of them, "Andre, help me count the food. "

There are some wounded German soldiers leaning against the corner, but most of them are not seriously injured.Only the Soviet man who was moved down just now was shot in the side of his waist, his thick clothes were stained red, and he kept screaming.

A soldier reported to the second lieutenant, "That Russian is the supervisor here, maybe we can learn something from him."

Schneider nodded, he called a Russian-speaking soldier, and the two of them walked up to the painful-looking Soviet man, and the soldier squatted down and began to ask him something.At first he refused to confess, but after Schneider pretended to pull his penis out of his coat, he immediately screamed like crazy, "I say, I say! Don't kill me!"

It turned out that this was originally a Soviet factory for making weapons, but it was abandoned and transformed into a material storage factory. However, due to its remote location, its role has become less and less.Not long ago, the factory had just finished supplying and receiving a Soviet army, so there were very few supplies left. The superior ordered to close the factory, leaving few people stationed there. Unexpectedly, Schneider and others broke into the occupation.

Schneider's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly asked, "Where is your communication equipment?"

After listening to the soldier's translation, the Soviets hesitated.

Schneider took out the gun.

"In the room over there!" The Soviet quickly pointed in one direction.

"When will they come to recycle the supplies in this factory?"

"Ming, tomorrow..." The Soviet man looked at his chest, his voice trembling.It can be seen that he is a guy who is strong in the outside world.

"What's your name?"

"Efim Ilyasky."

"Alan," Schneider called back, and Allen responded, "You take the Russian-speaking soldiers to contact their superiors, call yourself Yefim, tell them that the weather here is bad, and ask them to come back in three days."

The soldiers were very happy when they heard that they could have a good rest for three days.Most of them wolfed down the military rations first, and then fell asleep. There were crooked German soldiers everywhere in the basement, and the dim lights made people sleepy.

There are also some people who found two boxes of vodka from nowhere, drinking and playing cards drunkenly, while cursing the Soviet Maozi loudly.

The poor Soviet man seemed to be forgotten. He lost a lot of blood and had some symptoms of shock. He was leaning against the corner of the wall like a bunch of wilted corn.

Suddenly a pair of German boots stopped in front of him, he raised his head in horror, shrank his feet in fear.

Allen was holding gauze in his hand, looking at him gently, and said softly, "Let me help you bandage the wound." Seeing that the other party couldn't understand, he waved the gauze at him, and pointed at him again. Refers to the wound on his side.

The Soviets opened their eyes wide in shock. At noon, he nodded dubiously, looking at Allen suspiciously while unbuttoning his clothes.

After Allen took off his gloves and checked the injury, he put the gauze by his feet and pulled out the dagger in his boots. The sharp blade of the dagger flashed a cold light, scaring the Soviets into cold sweat.

But Allen got up and walked away. He came to the fireplace where several soldiers were sitting around to warm the fire, and put his knife in it to burn red.The bright firelight reflected his cheeks, outlining a calm face.

He went back to the Soviet soldiers and set the knife on a jar to cool.Finally, he picked up the dagger, regardless of whether the other party understood or not, and said to the Soviets: "I want to take out the bullet, please bear with it."

After a while, a tragic cry sounded in the empty warehouse.However, even such terrifying shouts did not wake up any of the German soldiers from their sleep. They were used to falling asleep amidst all kinds of screams in the field hospital, and they were really too tired.

The last circle of gauze was also tightly wrapped by Allen. He looked at the Soviet on the ground, and saw that the other party was pale, sweaty, and looking elsewhere blankly, like a dying person.

Allen wiped the blood from his hands on the clothes under the white blouse, and put on his gloves again.He stood up and was about to leave when something suddenly grabbed his feet. He lowered his head and saw the Soviets squeezed a grateful smile at him and whispered, "Thank you."

Although Allen couldn't understand, he also understood that it must be words of gratitude.He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, there was also a person who held his feet like this in the trench and asked him for help.Thinking of this, Allen smiled at him. .

Chapter 9

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Alan found a pile of straw in a room, which reminded him of his childhood and the straw house in the Russian countryside.He lay on the straw and gnawed

Alan found a pile of straw in a room, which reminded him of his childhood and the straw house in the Russian countryside.Lying on the straw and nibbling a piece of black bread, he thought that his opponent should eat such a hard, hard-to-chew thing.

Someone entered the room, "So you are here," Schneider said, sitting next to him, "You are really kind. However, kindness does not necessarily have good rewards."

"I can't just let him die like this," Allen said.

"Although you have become braver, your kindness has not changed at all."

"Are you praising me?"

"Of course I'm praising you," Schneider looked back at Alan who fell on the straw, with a smile in his eyes, "My little soldier."

Allen was warmed by his title, he stopped talking, lowered his eyes and looked at Schneider.

Schneider picked up a freshly opened bottle of vodka from his feet, and took a sip himself, "Maozi's wine tastes really good. Would you like to try it?" He said, and handed the wine to Alan.

The two of you drank two sips and I drank two sips. Allen had a poor capacity for alcohol, and his face gradually turned red.His voice became a little nasal, and he began to speak drunkenly, "I never imagined that I would become like this today...I really hate myself."

"What did it look like?" Schneider asked casually.

"I don't want to kill people at all, but..." Allen raised his hands to cover his face, and a regretful voice revealed through his fingers, "Everyone, everything is forcing me to kill people. I can’t do it, but now I always kill people without blinking an eye.”

"But you just saved a Russian."

"But we killed more before."

Schneider put the bottle at his feet and lay back on the straw, "Your appearance reminds me of when I first joined the army."

Allen took his hand off, turned around, lay down on the straw pile, and looked at Schneider.The dim electric light on the ceiling hit Schneider's sharp face, casting a shadow on his eye sockets, making his nose more three-dimensional and straight.

"What were you like before?" Allen asked softly.There was a faint smell of alcohol in his nostrils.

Schneider looked at him and smiled slightly.He put his left hand on the back of Alan's neck and kneaded it softly, making Alan tremble all over.

"Timid, fearful, kind and just. But slowly, the cruelty of war began to reshape my character and attitude. Even if I resisted extraordinarily, it would still begin to change subtly." The second lieutenant lowered his voice, "War There is not a single soldier in the game who is not evil, we are all full of sins - how sinful we are, how holy we are when we win, and how damned we are when we are defeated."

Allen was stunned when he heard it, and he could only spit out a few words intermittently, "No matter what, that's not right, is it?"

Schneider thought for a while, "From a humanitarian point of view, it's all wrong."

Allen lowered his eyes, silently feeling the strength on the back of his neck.Schneider likes to comfort him in this way, but he knows that this action has no meaning other than comfort, so he feels a little lost in his heart.

Allen thought of the cruel sight of the corpses of the Soviet soldiers piled up at the door when they attacked just now, and a kind of fear suddenly struck him-on the battlefield, no one can guarantee that he will be alive in the next second.

Allen looked at Schneider with trembling eyes, who was looking elsewhere.Sensing Alan's gaze, Schneider came back to his senses, "What's wrong?"

Allen raised his arms and slowly approached his officer from above.Then, under Schneider's surprised gaze, he mustered up the courage to kiss the other party's lips.

At that moment, he felt the movement on the back of his neck stop, and his cheeks immediately turned red, as if blood could drip.

Schneider's eyes were full of surprise and bewilderment, "Do you know what you are doing, Alan?"

Such an answer almost cut Alan's self-esteem. He got up from the straw pile in a panic, ran to the door in a hurry despite Schneider calling his name, opened the door and ran out.

"Ellen!"

Schneider also stood up and rushed to the door to look out.But Alan was nowhere to be seen outside the door, only the bright electric lights in the basement made him dizzy.

In the evening, the refreshed soldiers ate and laughed around the fireplace.Schneider walked to the fireplace and found Alan by the side.

Schneider walked over and sat down beside Allen.Alan noticed someone, turned his head and glanced at him, saw that it was Schneider, and turned back to play with the empty can in his hand without saying a word, with a blank expression on his face.

"You didn't say hello," Schneider told him.

Reluctantly, Allen turned to face him, and said angrily, "Good evening, Lieutenant!" Then he turned to the fire again without saying a word.

The two of them faced the bonfire without a word. Other soldiers were shouting loudly, kicking over plates occasionally, but