German supremacy

Neumann stood silently in front of the stretcher, and next to him stood the silent Lange.The silence was so oppressive that it made him uncomfortable.

He had witnessed the death of John Schneider - in fact, he was nearby - the shell fragments hit him between the eyebrows with unbelievable precision and brutality, and he died with his eyes still wide open and his face full of blood. A look of astonishment and confusion.He could be sure that the man was dead at that time, but he still stubbornly put him on the stretcher.At least there's hope, he thought, at least it makes him look hopeful.Lange's handsome but thin and dirty face appeared in his mind, and Neumann didn't want to admit that for a moment, his heart twitched because of it.

The twitch came quickly and suddenly, like a gentle illusion.

Neumann watched Lange's side face silently. If he was crying, he thought, trying to picture Lange crying in his mind, and soon gave up because the image was too beyond imagination.But if he cries, he thought in his heart, I will not comfort and sympathize with him, it will only make Lang look stupid and weak, not a strong man.

Lange didn't cry, in fact, he was surprisingly calm—Neumann felt that he had never seen him so calm before: Lange politely handed over the stretcher to the army doctor, and accepted it sincerely The medic's rage at wasting resources on the dead. 'I think you should know his name...'

'I have no idea! The army doctor was a little rude, he was obviously still intoxicated with his emotions, "He is the No. 13 person who died today!"There are an average of 25 a day, how do I know who it is! '

Hasklein was furious at his rudeness, 'How could you...! He clenched his fists and stared at the military doctor with wide eyes, the veins on his forehead throbbing violently and viciously.

Long interrupted him, 'his name is John Schneider. ' he said dully, 'I wish you could register. '

Schmidt Bowen looked at Lange in surprise, his eyes were full of tears, he was stunned by Lange's indifference and indifference, "Did you not react at all?" ' cried he, 'are you not sorry when your friend dies? ’ he howled, looking like he was about to punch Long at any moment.

Klein also looked at him in surprise and indignation, "John has always regarded you as his best friend," he murmured in disbelief, "We think so too, is this your attitude?" ' He was shaking with rage.

Lange was silent, and after a while he said, 'I'll write to his mother.I still have his stuff, and you can take it if you want. '

Neumann felt something was wrong with him.

Klein looked like he was going to punch him, but Bowen stopped him, 'Are you all right? ' he asked cautiously, looking hesitant, 'you look a little strange, Vogel. '

This is exactly what Neumann wanted to ask, and Klein seemed to have calmed down a bit. He quickly noticed Lange's unusual calmness, "Sorry, Vogel. ' He apologized discreetly, 'You really don't look too well. '

Lange glanced at him blankly, "Don't worry. ' he said coldly and calmly, turning around.

Neumann followed subconsciously, and Lange's calmness was out of place and frightening.

'You don't have to follow. ' he warned Neumann, but didn't really stop him.

'what's the matter with you? '

Lange turned around, 'I want to fuck. '

Neumann beat him in the stomach with all his strength, watched Lange bow his body in pain, "You must calm down and face this matter. ' he heard himself say grimly, 'your escape is stupid and cowardly. ’ He said contemptuously, ‘I will not waste my energy on temporarily useless sports during the war. '

Lange sat on the ground with his body arched, and suddenly said sharply and hoarsely, 'You know what?I always wanted to be a poet, I read all Kant and Schopenhauer; Busch, Goethe and Brecht like imprinted in my brain,' he saw something from the gap between Lange's fingers Flowing out like an irretrievable past,' John wanted to be a playwright.He didn't want to join the army, more than me, but think about it, your classmates, teachers, and parents all want you to be a soldier, and your reluctance will only be considered cowardly and timid, and you have no affection for your country - How can you not be a soldier in such a situation? ’ he choked out, ‘he’s only in his 20s, his life has just begun, he shouldn’t have been here, he shouldn’t have died.If there had been no war, he might have passed away as a complete and joyful artist like Schiller; instead of dying here in a daze with no meaning as he is now. ' He shivered and shivered. 'The war ruined him, and the war ruined us all. '

Neumann listened to his narrative in silence.

How strange, he thought.He thought he would be dismissive of Lange's evasion and cowardice, but it was not the case.He looked at his trembling shoulders.He clearly knew what Lange's body looked like under his combat uniform. He clearly touched every protruding rib, and he held Lange's thin legs and back.He thought of Lange's sinuous and beautiful back line when he was pregnant, flowing like a river.

His heart was sore and swollen, as aching and painful as an overworked muscle.

Neumann knelt down and hugged him, while Lange hugged him back tightly.

they kiss.

Then it's still kissing.

Neumann felt Lange's hands tightly clasping his combat uniform, "In the future, you recite poems to me." ' he said slowly.

The moment he heard Langer answer "yes", Neumann felt as if something had grown between them, like an irresistible fire, burning in his life.

The flame is blue, as clean and clear as a glass ball.