German supremacy

The dull roar of the cannon exploded in Vogel's ears, and the machine guns fired intensively and continuously.The ammunition and the fragments from the explosion roared and screamed through the air, roaring and hitting the bodies of soldiers one after another.Vogel has become numb to such casualties and deaths.Unfortunately, a few shells from the artillery attack fell into them. Amidst the huge explosion, Vogel could still hear the screams of the wounded soldiers and a roar of 'C your mother! ! '

Debris and dirt covered his body, but Vogel still smiled inappropriately, 'C your mother. ’ he repeated under his breath, eating several mouthfuls of dirt.He coughed and spat them out.It was long after the bombing passed that the humming in his ears gradually improved, and the rumble of the cannons entered his cochlea indistinctly and far away.

The artillery fire exploded in the air like a thunderbolt, roaring towards their trenches, Vogel lowered his body—too dense offensive made it difficult for him to move himself, he has been using the same posture since the beginning of the artillery attack, The shelling lasted for an unknown amount of time, and he felt his shoulders ache but he could do nothing—he seemed to have lost some kind of enthusiasm, some kind of enthusiasm for war and life.He didn't know why he was still alive, his brain was so dull that he couldn't think, all attacks and evasions were like the body's instinctive actions and conditioned reflexes.All he needs is his spinal cord to manipulate his body.He barely remembers the purpose of his brain.

The scorching sun at noon scorched the land that was pervaded by artillery fire. Sweat kept dripping from Vogel's face, stinging his eyes and the small and numerous wounds on his body.His vision would soon be blurred with sweat.He wiped the sweat with his clothes, his eyes were black from lack of water, his throat was sore - they moved to another trench, and the troops there quickly accepted them - the recruit he knew was in there.

At the same time their artillery units began to counterattack the British.A sticky mud mixed with mud and sweat stuck to Vogel's face, and he couldn't wipe it off. His combat uniform had long been soaked in the mud.And now there is no time for him to wipe his face.

Their counterattack began.

Vogel threw the grenade into the enemy's bunker with a feeling of almost bored numbness—attack, counterattack, charge, and countercharge. During these repeated simple but extremely dangerous actions, he fell into a kind of Strange excitement - as if when he was bored to pass the time, he suddenly encountered a novel and interesting game, which made him excited and unable to stop.

When Vogel was rushing out, he accidentally saw the face of the recruit who had been haunting him—pale and flustered, cowering in horror in the trench, looking like he was seriously injured—hiding weakly and cowardly. Looking at Vogel's face in fear from the corner of the trench.

Vogel knew right away what he wanted to do.

It's not like no one has done this before, pretending to be seriously injured, and using the bodies of other soldiers to protect himself in the rear of the unit-he should be on the battlefield for the first time, Vogel thought.But there is nothing wrong with such an approach. There are many people who are greedy for life and afraid of death. Vogel himself has done this before, and he even thought of becoming a deserter.It's not that this coward doesn't want to go to the battlefield, Vogel thought, but if his performance on the battlefield is like this, he might as well not come.

Although a little bit dissatisfied, Vogel didn't take any practical actions—this guy's appearance doesn't actually provide him with much protection.Hiding in the trenches was not as foolproof and safe as he thought.In many cases, this is actually dangerous.Sooner or later he would kill himself for it.The battlefield is full of randomness.

Vogel didn't want to care about this guy at all.

Better to have a shell fall in this trench right away, he thought cruelly and maliciously.

But just as he turned his head, he heard a familiar roar, 'Get out of here! ! '

He turned his head and saw Neumann's angry face unsurprisingly. Even if it was covered with plaster, it could not hide the fierce flames shining in his eyes—even Vogel flinched, let alone the recruit—he Shaking as if standing naked at the South Pole, Vogel felt that the freckles on his face were about to shake off.

'Get out! ! ' Neumann hissed again.

The recruit trembled and shook his head, leaned against the trench wall, and hiccupped nervously.

Vogel sneered—he didn't sympathize with him at all, and in fact he felt a little gloating.

Hearing his sneer, the recruit immediately raised his head and looked at Vogel pleadingly.Vogel felt incredible for a while, why did he want to beg me?He thought inconceivably, would I forgive him for his behavior?Can I make Neumann forgive him?I'm not fucking!

Neumann grabbed his shoulder roughly and forcefully, and the recruit made a shrill and high-pitched cry comparable to a listening whistle, and struggled desperately. 'You bloody coward! ' Neumann scolded him severely and kicked him just below the ribs. 'You are a cowardly pig. ' Vogel spoke slowly and full of malice.But the recruit just kept screaming and shaking his head like crazy.Neumann violently slammed his head against the trench wall, 'Go up, you bastard! '

The recruit looked at Neumann's ferocious face like a fool, and even started to cry very spinelessly—now even Vogel couldn't restrain his disgust and a strange hatred for him.This doesn't seem to be caused by pure anger, but Vogel himself can't explain why he hates it.

He grabbed the recruit by the collar and threw him outside the trench. (Neumann kicked him hard on the butt), "Don't join the army if you are afraid of death," Vogel said coldly, "Dirty your combat uniform. '

The commander let out a loud roar in front, 'Everyone rush this way! ! The red-haired recruit (Vogel still doesn't know his name), gave them a hesitant look, and walked forward slowly and limping.

Neumann kicked him again, 'Come on! ! '

He started to run tremblingly.

Neumann still seemed very dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything more, instead he turned his head to look at Vogel with sharp eyes, "I still remember you said that you didn't want to be a soldier back then. ' he said abruptly.

Vogel looked at him with a very calm face, 'Yes. ' he said, not looking in Neumann's face again and charging straight ahead.