German supremacy

Neumann suddenly found that his relationship with Lange seemed to be improving.Although he was in the same platoon as Lange, John, Haas, and Schmidt, he basically had little communication.He had served longer than them, and he carried all the arrogance of a veteran.Lange and the others are still recruits to him, and he has some disdain and contempt for them in his heart.

When Albert was away, Neumann suddenly found that he seemed to have only spoken a few words to Lange, and in the entire platoon, there were not even many recruits he once thought—most of them were unknown to him. , young and strange face.

He suddenly found himself isolated—it couldn't help but make him feel dazed and bewildered.

Platoon leader Franz paced fiercely around the camp.He was from Frankfurt, spoke with a thick western accent, was well built, had a fierce expression, and was known by almost everyone as a former butcher.He hated all the sergeants under his command, and all the sergeants under his command naturally didn't like him either.His usual pleasure was to gather everyone together for lectures and give them unbearable jobs.He especially hated Lange—in fact, he hated all men who were more handsome than him, and Lange was the most obvious one.He also hated Neumann, but Neumann's service time was about the same as his. He was afraid that Neumann would find an opportunity to retaliate severely, so he didn't often trouble Neumann.

Lange is still unlucky today.

'Isn't this Sergeant Long? ' said Franz maliciously, 'you look really good.The position of standing guard is really suitable for a handsome man like you. ' He said in a strange tone, and it was hard for Neumann to hear what he said.But he was sure that he saw Franz stepping on Lange's foot several times maliciously-a kind of anger suddenly surged in his heart. Most of the time, this situation was ignored, but now it is completely different.Although he didn't like Lange, Franz's behavior still angered him, "Sergeant Lange had already stood guard yesterday. ' he said stiffly.

Franz looked a little furious, "Who dares to talk to his superiors like this!" ' he asked angrily, stuttering when he saw Neumann's face, 'Sergeant Scheiber,' he said dryly, 'you really shouldn't rush at your superior like this. He seemed to have suddenly remembered his identity as a platoon leader, and he was arrogant again, "You will be interrogated soon!" '

'I am looking forward. 'Neumann said tit for tat,'Don't think that the company commander doesn't know what you have done. '

Franz looked annoyed and flinched, 'Just wait! ' he said hastily, still carrying that imposing manner and going away, 'you will receive a confinement in a moment! ' he warned.

His lofty aura and prestige have been destroyed, and many people have already reported him to the company commander. Neumann really doesn't think his threat has any real harm.And his indifference—uncanny—made him look like a towering hero among the young recruits.

He saw Lange approaching.Neumann suddenly felt a little embarrassed and embarrassed - he usually doesn't speak often, and the current situation makes him embarrassed for a while.But he didn't want to turn around and leave at this time, so he could only stand there helplessly watching Lange get closer and closer to him.

'Thank you very much this time, Sergeant Shi Haibo. ' (Neumann noticed that he started using 'you' again) Lange said politely.

Neumann suddenly got a little annoyed, 'It's not a big deal. ' he said curtly.

Lange blinked at him.

Neumann's heart beat wildly, the capillaries under the skin expanded rapidly, his face was flushed, his whole body was hot, his stomach writhed violently in his abdominal cavity, his brain went blank, and his eyes were dizzy.

He blinked vigorously.

Of course he knew what Lange meant, but he didn't help Lange for this in the first place, "I didn't want to..." He argued to himself in a rough voice.

'Oh,' Lange shrugged casually, 'but I thought.You know that the British army has a lot of ammunition these days, and we don't have much time. I'll come and find you later. ' After he finished speaking, he smiled at him.He had always been good-looking—Neumann had always admitted this, but he still couldn't help feeling his heart tighten and his chest burn.

'good. ' he heard himself whisper.

His character doesn't seem so stupid and annoying anymore, Neumann couldn't help thinking when he turned around.