German supremacy

Neumann leaned tiredly against the trench wall.

The whole front line was boiling—literally boiling, and the midday sun and the thermals from the explosions made him think that maybe the desert was nothing more than that.The main reason for this situation where they are completely at a disadvantage now is because what the British call 'food and water' has become a weapon.That ugly and huge thing quickly became the dominator of the battlefield, and it continuously claimed the lives of German soldiers. The rumbling sound of the tracks crushing the ground was like a wake-up call from the god of death for them.And the shells don't seem to be a troublesome thing for this behemoth - its shell is neither made of soil nor tarpaulin, and the shells do some damage to it, but it is worse than the damage it does to the trenches. Too much.

Neumann no longer wants to know how many people are still alive.This weapon called a tank by the British army is like an indestructible fortress. Almost all the German artillery in their troops are desperate for this situation. Their morale is low while the morale of the British troops is high.

Exhaustion, heat and fear of death enveloped Neumann.He didn't know how he survived, and when he tried to recall what happened during this period in the future, he could only feel a moment of bewilderment.It seemed that only death and serious injury filled this period of time.He didn't know how the days passed, from attacking to defensive counterattacks, with the rolling hills of the dead and the continuous rivers of their blood.

Luck did not take care of Schmidt - he was injured by a shell splinter lung.Almost everyone thought he was dead when he was on the ground—and those who knew he wasn't dead thought he was going to be put on a stretcher right away.He lay on the battlefield for a long time, and the fragments embedded in his lungs weren't the only thing that hit him.When Vogel finally found him, he had completely stopped breathing, his eyes were wide open, his facial features were distorted by pain,

He was carried to a slightly hidden place by them and buried hastily. Vogel made a crooked cross with branches on it, and then they took off their hats in mourning.But that's all.

No one cried, they didn't even have the water to cry.

In fact, Mitt was lucky enough, he thought.Most of the dead bodies lay on the ground, reeking and popular with flies.The smell and the scene make people want to vomit.Fortunately, it is no longer summer, otherwise few people would want to set foot in this place full of stench, mosquitoes and death.Basically all the corpses have distended bellies and distorted faces.When the British attacked, this might also serve as a line of defense, Neumann thought sarcastically.

'How about our escape,' Vogel asked him in the evening with a look of despair, 'what do you think of our escape? '

Neumann looked at him, wriggling his lips weakly. If it had been a few months earlier, Neumann might have punched him in the stomach, but now he did have fantasies about this question.He did not agree with Vogel's words, and the responsibility of the soldier drove him to make disappointing remarks, 'We cannot Vogel.We are fighting for our country. ’ He sounded so shaken, so powerless, that Neumann himself was surprised, ‘And where can we escape? ’ he asked blankly, ‘where is this not the case? '

Vogel fell silent.His eyes and flares were the only ones, to light up this dead black thing, and Neumann looked into his eyes.Vogel looked at him so tenderly and sadly, with tiredness and despair on his face.

But his eyes are so gentle, Neumann thought in a trance, trembling all over, his eyes are so gentle.

He hugged Vogel.Then they kissed, soft and long, like a wonderful dream.Neumann was intoxicated in this dream for a short time. The cruelty and pain of the war made all this more unreal but more beautiful. Neumann felt that he almost forgot the current situation—until another flare bomb exploded .

Vogel hugged him, and they passed the night like this.

Their situation gradually improved with the frequent problems with the mechanical parts of the British tanks, and the reinforcements made the situation a lot better.The British stormtroopers stopped after getting closer to about 3 to 4 kilometers-their artillery fire is now a little behind.The morale of the German troops finally improved and a counter-offensive began.Neumann suddenly found that there was still a lot of hope, which lifted him from his unnatural depression.

When they regained the first position recently, Neumann hugged Vogel quietly amidst the cheers of everyone.He kissed his hair with tenderness and love he had never felt before.It's good that he's alive, he thought gratefully, it's good to be with him.