German supremacy

Neumann was lying on the hospital bed, staring straight at the ceiling—the hospital flatbed truck rumbled and rolled around outside his ward, carrying bodies that were similar or different from him.Klein's snoring rang in his ears like thunder, and Neumann thumped the bed board irritably.Obviously, apart from slightly shifting his hospital bed from its original position, it didn't cause any discomfort to Klein, who was like a dead pig.

When they evacuated in the evening, they encountered a sudden attack-a shell fell into their trench impartially, and the people in the entire trench were carried on stretchers.And Neumann was (unfortunately) injured in an arm with Klein in that chosen trench.

Was Vogel in the same pain when he was on the stretcher?

He thought vaguely, and was sent to the field hospital in a coma.

At dawn, Neumann just dozed off for a while, but he was woken up again before he slept for a long time—Klein's stupid donkey was making a loud cock, just As if he was about to die.Neumann roared violently, 'Klein, can't you shut up the fuck? ! ! ! '

Klein yelled, 'It hurts me! ! '

'You still keep people from sleeping! Klein snarled the same angry Neumann as the black-haired man on the bed, "Shut up, idiot!" '

'You have no idea what kind of torture I'm going through! ! '

'We're all fucking badly hurt!But you're the only one babbling like a pussy! ! '

'Shut up! Klein yelled loudly, trying to sweep the water bottle on the bedside table to the ground. The broken sound successfully attracted the nurse's attention. She pushed the door in with a stern and indifferent face, "Who broke the water bottle?" '

'he! Klein pointed to the black-haired man on the opposite bed without hesitation, "He wants me to shut up. '

Neumann looked at him in disbelief, unable to believe his shamelessness.The black-haired man began to yell, using sharp and vulgar words, even a veteran like Neumann was blushing for his words, not to mention the young nurse.She blushed and trembled angrily, "Just wait!" ’ she warned the dark-haired man with a fierce expression, ‘You will pay for your words! '

Neumann couldn't stand it anymore, "He broke it himself." '

The dark-haired man echoed loudly.

But the nurse gave Neumann a hard look ('That's inexplicable.'), and she turned around and said softly to Klein in a way similar to talking to a baby, 'Are you feeling better? '

Neumann was trembling with disgust, and covered his ears unbearably.

In the middle of the night, Klein had trouble again.He kept murmuring and babbling indistinctly, accompanied by violent trembling and twitching, Neumann was a little worried, 'Klein? ' he asked softly, 'are you all right? '

Klein didn't answer, he convulsed so much that the whole hospital bed was shaking, and he yelled loudly but indistinctly.

' Hasklein? ' Neumann raised his voice, 'can you hear me? '

There was a violent cough from the other side, followed by the hoarse growl of the black-haired man, "Didn't you see that he was dying?Get out to the nurse or ring the emergency bell! ! '

Neumann pressed the emergency bell several times, but no nurse appeared.The man on the opposite side complained a little irritably, 'Damn it!There is only one nurse on duty at night, she doesn't come when she should come, and she yells when she shouldn't come! He directed Neumann enthusiastically, "Hurry up and call out in the corridor!"That silly nurse must have fallen asleep. '

Neumann sat up with difficulty, lifted the quilt with difficulty, and asked through gritted teeth, 'Why don't you ask yourself? '

'I am half paralyzed! '

Neumann staggered to the door.Klein had already started to let out a terrifying 'ho ho' sound, and the excited and hoarse voice of the black-haired man shouted behind him, 'Hold on! ’ Neumann struggled to open the door with one hand, ‘Is anyone there?come here quickly!Our ward is dying! ! '

He yelled three times in a row, and an old woman slowly appeared at the end of the corridor, muttering and rubbing her eyes, "If you are another nonsense bastard..." She slowly approached, Noy Man pulled her hard, and she opened her eyes angrily, 'Another rude...'

'Please hurry up! ' Neumann and the dark-haired man roared at the same time.

Rubbing her arms and approaching Klein's hospital bed cursingly, the old woman was immediately taken aback, 'Why didn't anyone tell me he became like this? ! ' she yelled loudly.

Neumann was too angry to speak.The dark-haired man sneered, 'That's what we fucking called you just now, you dawdling ugly bastard. '

The old woman didn't have time to talk to him at all, she gave Klein the medicine at a completely different speed than before, and Klein seemed to be getting better—he no longer had such violent convulsions, and his ravings gradually weakened.

Neumann breathed a sigh of relief.

Klein's situation began to deteriorate, and the data on his temperature record card became more and more frightening day by day.One morning, Klein gave Neumann a piece of paper, 'This is Vogel's address. ' he said weakly, 'if you're going to find him, tell him to take care of my mother for me. '

Neumann agreed.

In the afternoon, a team of nurses and doctors rolled the flatbed to Haas's bed.Neumann watched helplessly as they put Haas on the flatbed.Fear flowed from Neumann's eyes like a flood, 'Where are you taking him? '

'Intensive care unit. ' replied a nurse, taking off Haas' uniform.

'He's fine here. '

'It's not for you to decide. 'The doctor said.

Haas was pushed away.

When the door of the ward was closed, Neumann heard a sigh from the opposite bed.

Neumann closed his eyes, feeling a sense of sadness in his heart.

Starting today, Hasklein, this man, will be reduced to dust just like all those ordinary but great soldiers.

Final

Vogel sat on the recliner in front of the door, narrowing his eyes.

He doesn't like himself like this, incompetent and cowardly, but he doesn't know how to change himself.If there had been no war, Vogel thought, gazing at the vast sky, I might really have become another disease-free poet, learning some popular ditties.Like most young poets, I try to pretend I know everything and write about it.I'm lying on a recliner now, but not really in a recliner: I'll be thinking a lot, seeing a lot, and I might even write a sonnet about life with this ratty wicker chair beneath me.

But the reality is that he is lying on this recliner now, like an old man in his twilight years, tired, sick, and tired.He realized the cruelty, helplessness and sadness of fate prematurely; he has experienced too many deaths, despair and madness.His hands have not only written hymns, but also thrown grenades, picked up bayonets, and been stained with the mud and blood of countless battlefields.He peeped into things that he shouldn't know, and faced it all too early.He lost his enthusiasm and desire for life, and was full of confusion about his future.And at this time, and at this time, Vogel closed his eyes, there are still so many people clamoring for war and sophisticated weapons, have they experienced all this?Do they really understand what they are preaching?If so, why do you do it?If you don't understand, what qualifications do you have to do so?

Occasionally, Vogel thought of Neumann.Those are the rare gentle and peaceful memories of his war—he has very few homosexuals, not to mention that it is extremely difficult to meet someone like him, and even if he does, he can satisfy Vogel like Neumann There are very few.He used to wonder what Neumann was doing?is he still aliveHow is he now?But it was useless to think about these things. It was of no help except to make him suffer more. As time passed, he tried not to think about Neumann any more.

I don't love him, he thought, I miss him, but I don't love him.

"I don't know why, I am so sad..."【1】

' Vogel. '

"An ancient fairy tale that haunts my mind and cannot be forgotten..."

Vogel tapped the armrest of the rattan chair with his fingers and frowned.It's so rare that I was hallucinating.

"The air is chilling and the sky is approaching dusk, the Rhine River returns quietly to the north;..."

' Vogel. '

"A group of peaks stand by, resplendent in the evening glow..."

This is so extraordinary, Vogel thought, why do I still seem to hear Neumann's voice?But how could he be here?

"That beautiful girl is sitting among the clouds, she is wrapped in gold and silver ornaments, and she is combing her golden hair brilliantly..."

' Vogel Lange. '

"She combed it with a golden comb, and sang softly while singing; the singing was so graceful that it made people crazy..."

Vogel turned his head and opened his eyes wide.

"The boatman in the small boat is in great pain; he ignores the rocky shore and reef, and just keeps his head up.  …"

Standing in a street that Vogel is familiar with, the handsome man is thin and indifferent, with one sleeve empty.

"Ah, the waves will soon swallow his men and his oars; Lorelei wrought this disaster with her song."

' Neumann. '

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postscript

This article was supposed to be a preface, but due to the author's selfishness, it has become an afterword. (…)

The number of favorites for this article is more than I expected at first, and the author is a little flattered.The author, I have always wondered whether many little angels ordered the collection immediately after reading the first chapter or two—because it looks very high-end.As a result, the number of collections and click-through rates of this article are completely out of tune, embarrassing.

I am not very satisfied with this article, and the final direction of this article is also somewhat different from my setting.Frankly speaking, it can't be called my original, at most it can only be regarded as a clumsy imitation of "Pure Love" version of "West Nothing".If you want to think in a real sense, the author solemnly recommends "Westless", the author's article is just stealing the surface.

I have wanted to write about World War I for a long time, and World War I was more critical than World War II, closer to a traditional war—World War II was largely caused by the excessive punishment of Germany in World War I, and the reason for World War II was also a Reasons for righteous rhetoric: Anti-Nazi, unlike World War I, was a victim of inflated ambition.I want to write about the struggle and transformation of an ordinary soldier in the war, as well as some things in human nature.And World War II is more difficult and more complicated than World War I in this regard-of course, this is the author's personal opinion.

The protagonist of this article is a German soldier.The struggle, reflection and actions of a soldier of a defeated country are often more shocking than the hearts of soldiers of a victorious country.In my original setting, Vogel should be a soldier who often reflects on himself and has a more emotional thinking-he is more educated and more idealized, which is why he is different from others.He was not a soldier in the beginning, nor did he aim to be a soldier, so he should be more objective.Neumann, on the other hand, is a more typical German soldier, cold, serious, loyal, and obedient to command. He is more realistic and does not always reflect like Vogel.

The setting is easy, but how to make these two people have feelings is a problem.This problem made me worry for a long time, and finally I used a one full of slots—both of them are bent.There are many bugs in this setting, such as how they suppressed the people around them for so long but they didn’t know, how the two of them didn’t care about their own sexuality in such a conservative environment, etc., finally reluctantly gave a " Because it's a war, and it's precarious, so there's no need to suppress yourself, and the others can't even save their own lives, so they won't have the leisure to take care of the two of them. ' is very far-fetched, but it seems to barely make sense, so I will continue to use the logic-dead author.

The characters after Neumann and Vogel were a bit broken by my writing, as if Neumann became innocent, while Vogel was more impatient than I thought, and so on.There is a feeling between Neumann and Vogel that is better than love but not love. The two of them have no special heartbeat or anything else, it is more of an emotion of dependence (right?).In fact, at the end of writing, I was a little confused myself, so I simply didn't bother to care about it.

I don't know if anyone thinks the ending is a bit abrupt, and it's unrealistic for the two of them to live in the war for four years.Although it was given by the author because I wanted HE, I personally felt that it was too dreamy.It can almost be called a war fairy tale.

In the end, I didn't write why Vogel wrote to his mother before, so I can only say it here, which is actually just another kind of spiritual sustenance.

The two of them actually have a hidden, not so happy follow-up, I don't know if I can guess it or not-in fact, it's easy to guess.

There are many deficiencies in this article. I would like to thank all the readers who are willing to click on this article and the little angels who clicked the bookmark. I would like to thank the hellrabbit who has always supported and the 'toothpaste' and 'fever whale' who left comments.Thank you for your support for this article, I am very grateful to the transparent author.

Goodbye Jianghu (?).