German supremacy

The shells hit the front wall of the trench like crazy, rushing in with the tendency to smash the inner slope. The dense, dry and suffocating heat filled the air of the trench, and the impact of each shell made the People were terrified, and graves were built in unknown places.

Another shell passed overhead, and Vogel closed his eyes.The trench he was in was already full of wounds. In fact, he had already been buried by shells twice today.At least I'm still alive, he thought, digging in his hands, it was better than anything else.

He doesn't know what time it is now—he doesn't even have the concept of time, the artillery fire has been attacking them crazily, and he doesn't know what to do other than digging trenches mechanically.Vogel wasn't even sure if he could still hear the sound in his own ears.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that the cannonballs stopped.Vogel was confused for a moment at this moment, and the tinnitus echoed clearly in his ears. He was stunned for a while before realizing that today's attack had temporarily stopped.Vogel wiped his face wearily, moved to the left, tried to change his position to take a rest, but was tripped.

Vogel looked down, and saw another dead man, who had been blasted in the stomach. Even a veteran like him who had been numb to death because of the large number of dead people felt nauseated.

A recruit behind him obviously saw it too, and spat out with a pale face.

Vogel patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "It's all over now," he gasped and said, "You should spit less, the supplies are insufficient now, you have to adapt to this kind of life. 'They still need practice,' he thought sadly, yet another recruit who hasn't fully trained yet.

The brown-haired young man looked up at him, with freckles on his face, full of horror, trembling all over, "I don't want to..." he said inarticulately, and spat it out again.

Vogel moved a little away from him, 'You'll get used to it. ' he said flatly.

He didn't sleep well, he was too tired from being too wary of the enemy.He felt like he might collapse at any moment—starved or blown to death, or overworked.In the morning, a swarm of rats rushed in, and almost everyone's resentment and hunger turned into the same kind of anger. 'Do you think this can be eaten? ' asked Haas thoughtfully, staring darkly at a wildly writhing, irritatingly squealing rat in his hand. 'If you want to die early. ’ replied Vogel, ‘we are short of supplies, Haas, not without supplies. Haas sullenly ended the life of the disgusting creature with the spear in his hand, "CTMD war!" ' he spat harshly.

Vogel agrees.

He saw the unlucky soldier who died tragically in the tunnel yesterday—a group of rats were eating his body.Vogel tried his best to suppress the nausea rolling in his throat, he turned around without hesitation and fell into another trench.

Today is destined to be the most unlucky day.

The recruit he comforted yesterday was a little abnormal after seeing the corpse that no one wanted to move in the morning. His eyesight was active and messy, he was circling around for no reason, his hands were raised up and down, and he kept clenching and releasing them. Open, the neck is stiff but the head is turning around.He endured restlessly for a while, trying to stay normal, and then, as if he suddenly figured it out, he stood up quickly.

Vogel immediately grabbed him, 'Where are you going? '

'I want to go back. '

'Back to where?We are now on the battlefield! '

'I want to go back! ’ he yelled like crazy and punched Vogel several times, ‘I want to go back! ’ He struggled vigorously, Vogel could hardly hold him back, ‘I want to go back! ! ' he hissed.

Vogel felt sad for a while.But before he could say anything, the boy was punched hard in the stomach.

Shi Haibo beat the recruit mercilessly, and he straightened up after he seemed to have calmed down, "At this time, he must be sober. ' He said indifferently, 'Sergeant Lange, your gentleness is useless. '

Vogel lowered his head awkwardly, "I don't want to..." He pronounced with difficulty, "I don't want to be like this...Although I don't like recruits, but..."

He raised his head in surprise.

Shi Haibo patted him on the shoulder gently, "everything will be fine," he said in a low voice, "he has to face these things.It doesn't matter. '

Vogel closed his eyes hard—it seemed that something was trying to break free from under his eyelids, "Thank you. ' he whispered, hanging his head, 'thanks, Neumann. '