German supremacy

Neumann took a deep breath and lay in the bunker somewhat dazedly.Beside him was a British soldier he had just killed.The defeat of the German army in the period after Vogel's departure was obvious-the British army once again sent a large number of tanks, among which a special tank could easily push away the barbed wire they erected. Countless people died—Neumann had no idea how he survived.He suddenly envied Vogel who was seriously injured. Vogel no longer had to continue fighting in this damn place, but he still had to continue.Sometime, he thought, I'm going to die in this damn place, nobody knows but the flies and the parasites.

The artillery fire did not weaken, and the smoke from the explosion covered everything.I guess they all thought I was dead, Neumann thought, because no one remembered me, and no one could find me.He turned his head to look at the body beside him—a stunned, stiff-faced Englishman, at least in his thirties, with a brown beard clotted with blood, and his eyes wide open.Neumann reached into his arms and groped for a blood-soaked photograph.

He struggled to make out what seemed to be a little girl. 'Is this your child? 'he asks.

The corpse's eyes were wide open, and the expression was shocked and stiff.

'Do you have a lover? asked Neumann, suddenly having a strange desire to tell, "Is she good-looking?" He looked down at the photo again, "It should be pretty good," he said to himself, "Your children are pretty good-looking." '

He put the photo back in place again.

'I'm not going to have kids anymore,' Neumann continued, eyes on the fighter plane overhead, 'because I'm gay. ’ He gave a short laugh, as if it was such a ridiculous joke, ‘I have one…’ He was silent again, not sure how to define his relationship with Vogel, love?Not counted, comrades?Want to get closer, bedmate?There seems to be a special relationship between them,' a friend. ’ In the end, he had to say vaguely, ‘We are in the same platoon and have a good relationship.you know what I mean. (He gestures,) I thought we'd stay like this till the end of the war—either I die first, or he dies first.But he left first. ' he said, with a dazed look on his face, 'even if I die here, he won't know because no one will notify him. '

Neumann was silent for a while.

'What do you think he would do if he knew I was dead?will he cryWhat is he doing now?Will he miss me?Does he remember me? ' He turned his head again to look at the corpse's face.

The corpse's eyes were wide open, and the expression was shocked and stiff.

Neumann suddenly calmed down.The sound of gunfire gradually reached his ears clearly, and he clearly saw the trajectory of the shells passing through the air.He straightened up suddenly, feeling extremely absurd about his stupid behavior and trance just now.what am i doingHe thought in disbelief, lying in a bunker, trying to talk to the body of a British soldier I just killed?What am I babbling about? !

He remembered his stupid mocking of Vogel earlier.

Are you stupid now that he's gone, Neumann Scheiber?he asked himself in his heart.Get up, Vogel is gone, you need to live even more - Vogel will not die, the only person who may die now is yourself.So you have to live.

Neumann rubbed his face, squatted down, and refocused his gaze on the rapid artillery fire of the British army.