German supremacy

Vogel panted heavily under the gas mask.This is the second gas attack this month, and Vogel is not happy about it at all—a gas attack kills a lot of people every time, and gas masks are not a pleasant thing—they don’t actually want to use them. Poison gas, if it weren't for the British army's barrage, mines and explosives that cost them too many soldiers a few days ago, no one would use poison gas.

He was lying prone on the ground calmly, his body was close to a German soldier who was poisoned to death by poison gas - there were too many corpses like this around him, most of them were recruits, and they didn't know how to prevent and save themselves, and didn't know the potholes Poisonous gas that is difficult to spread is most likely to accumulate in the air, or take off the gas mask prematurely, inhaling the poisonous gas will cause burns-just like the corpse next to Vogel, the body is stiff, the face is blue and black, and the facial features cannot be seen.

He remembered that as a surviving veteran, he once taught those recruits how to survive on the battlefield longer, and how those recruits listened with great interest and concentration and assured them.

what's the function?On the battlefield, Vogel thought, they could remember nothing.

Vogel was shocked by his indifference.

They were now in a cemetery next to a small chapel, littered with dynamite-struck crosses and tombstones, and shattered coffins strewn all over the floor.Vogel felt in a trance that he seemed to be dead, and the gunfire in his ears was actually just his hallucination.

The wandering of the reconnaissance plane woke him up suddenly, and he stared at the hateful thing with disgust.An explosive exploded right next to him, almost blowing Vogel out. The shattered stones, coffin fragments and debris flew towards him quickly to cover his body.He had to throw himself into another bomb crater in embarrassment, almost spraining his foot because of his excessive action, and at the same time felt that his ears had been deafened by the thunderous bang of the explosives.

Vogel couldn't help cursing, and covered his butt with the steel helmet of the dead soldier beside him. ('Sorry, buddy.') I can't afford to waste another helmet.He thought—this is not a joke. You must know that the buttocks are the most prominent part when lying prone. If you are hit by a shell, you will lie on the hospital bed for at least a month, and you will have to walk with a limp after getting out of bed.That was not the expected result.

He rubbed his ears, feeling that the sound of the guns seemed to be quieter, and the successive call signs of the soldiers on both sides also faintly passed into his ears.

He rubbed it hard a few more times, trying to distinguish.After confirming that his side had gradually calmed down, he exhaled a long breath and crawled out of the corpse with difficulty, took off the gas mask, and gasped for breath.He glanced at the small cemetery with some sarcasm, even if he died, he thought, it doesn't mean that you can really sleep peacefully forever.Where is the silence at a time like this?Where is the eternal sleep?

In the evening, it started to rain heavily, and Vogel sat drowsily in the transport vehicle, listening to the dull and uniform rain hitting the tarpaulin.The compartment of the transport vehicle is getting more and more spacious. Vogel feels that he can lie in the compartment now. He cheers up and smiles to the half-awake Neumann sitting next to him, "Do you think there will be a day?" , there are only two of us left in this carriage? '

Neumann listened to his words dully, thought for a while before slowly saying, 'No, there will definitely be new recruits. He paused for a while, and added, "It's not bad, we can..." Before he finished speaking, Vogel quickly covered his mouth.

Vogel was so scared that he woke up - Neumann's voice was definitely not too low.

He glanced around hastily, and he was relieved when he found that most of the people were yawning drowsily and didn't notice the two of them. 'alright! ' he said in a huff, 'I really shouldn't be joking with you, Sergeant Shi Haibo. He gave Neumann a stern look, and was a little annoyed to find that Neumann hadn't listened to what he was saying—he was about to fall asleep.

Vogel keenly felt that Haas' eyes meaningfully stayed on them for a while.

He sighed in frustration and rubbed his forehead.In the end, he could only show a helpless wry smile.