German supremacy

Neumann was the last to arrive at the rendezvous—it wasn't entirely his fault, he didn't realize at first that it was their company number.There are surviving soldiers everywhere, their company numbers are mixed with those of other companies, and it is lively and chaotic. In this huge remnant soldiers, Neumann felt a little sense of reality. He really realized that he was still alive. One of these lucky guys.The thought brought tears to his eyes, as if he had finally returned to a place he knew and loved, and he quickly followed the voice to find the company commander.

The company commander's face was wrapped in gauze—a fragment of a bomb had lodged in one of his eyes, and his expression was gentle and serious, looking as kind and determined as ever.He looked at Neumann's face moved, "Neumann," he said with emotion and sadness, "there may be only two of us left among these veterans!" '

Neumann looked at the face, a little at a loss.He stepped forward, hugged the company commander's body tightly, stared at his face sincerely, 'Don't worry, Kugel, everything will be fine. ' he whispered firmly.

The company commander hugged him back tightly and sighed, 'I've always hoped so, Neumann. '

The company number rang again for a long time. Those who were in the field hospital, on stretchers or in the trenches could not hear the company commander's shout, but he insisted on shouting, 'Three companies!The three consecutive registrations are here!Three in a row! '

He kept shouting until his voice was hoarse, 'Three in a row! ' He yelled again with all his might, 'Is there any third party? ! '

No one stopped him, and everyone vaguely expected a few more soldiers to run up, panting or tired, saying, 'Sorry, I'm so tired. ’ or ‘Sorry, didn’t hear that. ’ Everyone will forgive them and wait for the possibility that a few others will come running up again, saying the same things as before.

But no, it was empty.

Lange seemed a little anxious and walked back and forth a few steps, "Let me call again, company commander." ' he pleaded, 'maybe they're just too tired? ’ The look on his face was one of self-deception.

'Enough is enough, Vogel. The company commander looked at him sadly and patted his shoulder, "We all know that." '

Lange let out a groan from his throat, and he lowered his head, the sadness on his face almost dripping down, 'That's right. ' he whispered.

Neumann couldn't help holding his hand, and then he was taken aback by this move.He grasped Lange's hand blankly, not knowing whether to hold it tighter or let it go.Fortunately, Langer helped him make a decision—he held Neumann's hand tightly, his body trembling slightly, "Thank you. ' he whispered.

Neumann didn't know how many 'thank you' he said, I can comfort you, he thought, a little at a loss, but who will comfort me?

The company commander stood there silently, and they waited for a while, then reluctantly and reluctantly admitted that it was all of them now. 'Excellent,' he said hoarsely, 'let's sign up. '

'One, Hasklein; two, Neumann Scheiber; three, Vogel-Lange; four...' The high and low voices created ripples in the air, which represent life. The numbers stopped abruptly after reaching 37.Everyone waited in silence for another '38' but they were doomed to be disappointed.

Neumann saw the company commander's chest heaving a few times, "Is that all there is?" ' Finally, he squeezed out such a sentence. "Okay," he tugged the corners of his mouth stoically, but failed because of the twitching facial muscles, "in a team," he opened his mouth with difficulty, "walk in unison--!" '

This is in Europe in June, basically it is almost summer, when the wind blows on the body, it is no longer bitingly cold but warm and hot.The time the sun stays in the sky has increased, and the heat has begun to accumulate, but in this afternoon, Neumann walked in such a climate, but a chill radiated from his spinal cord.

37 people.

There are only 37 people.

They were sent to the field to fight in peacetime. Their number was too small and they needed to be reorganized—a company must have at least 100 people, but now they only have 37, which is about the number of one platoon and one squad. It is too small.

' Not even the pig in Frankfurt. '[1] Lange murmured, with a blank expression' This is simply too ridiculous, don't you think so? '

Neumann looked at him, 'We're going to have a little relaxing time. ' he whispered.

Lange's eyes slowly focused on his face, he looked at him for a while, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on his face, 'Okay. ' He lowered his eyes slowly, 'I've been thinking about it for a while. '

It was rare for Neumann to make a relatively gentle and meticulous foreshadowing this time, and Lang smiled under him panting, "It's really unusually gentle." 'He raised his upper body and grabbed his shoulders,' I'm fine, hurry up. '

He really doesn't know what to do.Neumann thought angrily, and buried himself in his body fiercely, "Are you satisfied?" ' he asked a little bit viciously, and bumped a few times full of malice.

Langer laughed—he always did at times like this, and Neumann had to be pissed off, 'Thank you so much. ' He gasped and laughed.Eyes shone like stars.He's so good-looking, Neumann thought deflated and annoyed, anytime.

Lange clasped his shoulders tightly when he was in bed, "You must work hard to survive." ’ He gasped hard and hoarsely in his ear, ‘Try to live, Neumann. '

Neumann's heart seemed to be knocked out by this gentle and intimate address, which made him suddenly feel a sudden, unexpected pain.

His heart was beating rapidly in his ribs, like rain hitting a leaf heavily and irregularly.He would only call me that at such a time, Neumann thought in a trance, holding Lang tightly in his arms, "Of course," he said in a low voice, feeling pain in his eyes, "you can't die lightly , Vogel. '