German supremacy

Neumann hadn't had a good rest for a week, and to make matters worse, their food was tight and rats and bugs were everywhere—rats and bugs of all kinds.They tried many ways to drive away the mice. The most absurd one was that everyone put the bread together, and then the guards took turns to drive away or kill the mice or insects as soon as they saw them.

'Is this method really feasible? ' asked Lang suspiciously, looking very worried at Schultz, 'I doubt this guy is going to eat up everyone's bread and say the rats ate them. ' he said eloquently.

Schultz swore he would never.

But Lange's doubts did not dispel, 'How do I know you didn't eat? ' he asked bluntly.

'Are we going to send someone over to watch Schultz? Neumann frowned and looked at him, "There is only one way now, Sergeant Lange, if you don't want to, forget it." '

Lange finally agreed, although he seemed extremely reluctant - he counted all the loaves carefully ('there were 41 pieces') before closing his eyes suspiciously.

This method worked for three days. Three days later, Fisher fell asleep while guarding, and when he woke up in the morning, four fat and ugly French mice were sitting on the bread and eating, and their dirty and dirty tails looked It's disgusting. ('I swear I've never seen anything more disgusting than these French mice.')

In the end, they all realized that there was no way to avoid these mice, and the only way was to hide the bread and cut off the bitten parts of the mice to continue eating.Catching mice has become one of the daily recreational activities, and the company commander even designed a competition on a whim—the person who catches the most mice every day can have the person who catches the fewest mice sing a song to him.This reward is really not attractive, basically no one actively participates, and the number of mice caught by each person is uneven, many people catch the same number, and the competition ended without a problem.

The heavy artillery fire made it difficult to get supplies—food and ammunition, and everyone ate sparingly, but that didn't seem to help at all.Neumann noticed that everyone—including the company commander—looked tired and hungry, and the trenches were nearly crumbling.

'do you know? Lange gave up the ridiculous politeness at this time, he almost rudely tore the crust on the bread and put it into his mouth viciously, "Every time, I always think that the Frenchman on the opposite side must be facing It is because of the same situation as us that we have lived until now. '

Neumann looked at him in silence—his face was already thin and sunken, covered with the plaster from the trenches, his clothes were torn, and there were several scabbed wounds on his body.Neumann knew the same of himself.

'Do you think they are? ' he asked hoarsely.

Lange stopped chewing and looked at him, 'Then we will definitely lose. ’ he said firmly, and Neumann couldn’t believe what he was saying—although he thought so too, ‘When I saw those rats, I knew we were going to be in trouble. ' he asserted ostentatiously.

Neumann looked at him, "If you really died here..." He spoke slowly, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lange's move.

Lange kissed his mouth tenderly.

Light and swift passing, like a soft dream.

Neumann stared at him with wide eyes.

They were in that relationship, but they never kissed.

never.

Lange even had crumbs on his mouth.

"Even if I die here," Lange looked very calm, "at least I kissed a handsome guy before I died. '

The enemy's front line continued to press the rumble of transport vehicles and trains, mixed with the deafening noise of artillery fire, flares jumped up and down, and Neumann briefly failed.

He suspected that Lange heard his own heartbeat, a huge roar that was louder than everything else, beating in his heart as if it was about to explode.His stomach convulsed, and Lange's face was blown apart in front of his eyes, and the tiny fragments pierced into his body and merged with his blood.

I seem to like him a little bit, he thought.