German supremacy

Vogel was lying on the ground, and countless bomb fragments flew past him, cutting part of his combat uniform, but now is not the time to regret.There was a muffled sound from the helmet, and he was dizzy and dizzy—the British had enough artillery fire, he thought dazedly.The scalding hot air swept in like a tsunami, and the roar of the shell's explosion became blurred in his ears.

He buried his face and body even deeper under the things in his hands.

He wasn't sure what it was.The smell of blood, mud and gunfire was mixed together, and the air was full of this smell—maybe I was actually floating in the air, he thought drowsily, but I thought I was still on the ground.

With some difficulty, he opened his eyes covered by dust, and found that he was hiding under a corpse.

He quickly let go of his hand and crawled out with difficulty—he was full of anticipation for the crater now—anywhere, a crater should appear, even if it fell face down, it doesn’t matter, let me get closer to the earth!It seemed that someone came over and slapped him or punched him, and he looked dully at the man—it might be John or Haas, of course it could be Schmidt—his lips moved, as if Shouting something, but the gunfire muffled his voice, he didn't quite hear what he was saying, 'What did you say? ! ' he yelled at the man.

The man seemed anxious, he reached into his backpack—Vogel immediately became alert, 'I'm not dead yet! ! ' he yelled at the man.But he rudely brushed aside Vogel's resistance ('Seriously, I don't have anything in my backpack.'), and Vogel felt powerless for a while.

The man snapped the gas mask over his face.

Vogel woke up instantly.

'Feel sorry. ’ he said with difficulty, ‘Thank you so much. 'He vaguely saw a person on the left who didn't wear a gas mask like him, and he struggled to crawl over,'Gas mask. ' he muttered, pulling the mask over his face like the man before him - he's still not sure if it was John, Haas or Schmidt.

'You're welcome. ' He patted the guy on the shoulder and crawled back to where he was just now.

He was sure that he saw the spiraling and spreading route and the sinister winding arc of the poisonous gas when it was released.

For a brief moment, he completely forgot about the gas mask on his face and held his breath.Nearly suffocating, he choked out before realizing his face was covered by a gas mask.He exhaled cautiously, and suddenly felt some sympathy for the British who were still setting off 'fireworks'.

The air in the gas mask was heavy and oppressive—physically oppressive, and he felt he couldn't breathe, and the veins in his forehead throbbed like they were about to burst through the skin at any moment.

If I get suffocated by the gas mask, he thought, that's a really good dark joke.

He was slightly relieved until the sound of artillery fire completely stopped, and he could even feel the breeze blowing against his combat uniform.He saw a few people take off their gas masks ('That must be the recruits'), and he took off his own only when he was absolutely sure that there were no signs of poisoning in them.

He greedily breathed in the air with thick gunpowder smoke and a very faint strange smell, even if it was the residual poison, he thought, almost weeping with joy.I'm still alive, he thought happily, it's great.

This sudden silence seemed to hide the deep smile of death—corpses, corpses everywhere.Those who were bombed or poisoned, all wars and gunfire are defeated in this eerie silence; no matter who is here to meet death or pain, whether British or German in the face of this great death , are all the same.

Vogel turned his head and saw the man on his left still lying on the ground.He walked over and lifted the gas mask off his face, 'It's all over,' he said with rare briskness, 'No...'

He stopped abruptly.

He saw the man's bloody face.

Trembling, he ran his fingers under his nose.

Nothing at all.

He suddenly thought of Simon's face and his disfigured hideous smile.Depression hit his heart like a huge falling rock, and he felt short of breath again and his chest hurt.

What is the point of all this?He thought, what is the war for?