German supremacy

Neumann watched Albert from a distance.He was lying on a stretcher, coughing and spitting out patches of burnt lungs.That scene felt horrible.Albert was actually wearing a gas mask when the gas was released, but because—or possibly because of himself—the mask didn't seal tightly enough, he inhaled a lot of the gas.

It was clear to Neumann that his friend would not survive—he had inhaled too much gas.He could last a few days at most and soon he was screaming in excruciating pain, no, maybe he couldn't scream either, his voice was useless.

He watched Albert struggle in vain and pain on the stretcher, walked over and gestured to the soldiers carrying the stretcher.They took one look at him and walked away. ('Take care.' whispered a soldier.)

Neumann bowed his head before his stretcher, 'Al. ' he said, looking at him quietly.

Albert turned in his direction—his eyes were gone, they had been corroded by the poisonous gas, and there was a begging look on his face, looking painful and struggling.He seemed to want to say something, but couldn't.

Neumann looked at him.As long as he lives one more day, the pain and torment brought to him by the poisonous gas will accompany him one more day, and instead of living in such pain—'Al, I will write a letter to your sister. ' he said, 'it will all be over in a moment. '

He shot Albert between the eyebrows.

'May you rest in peace. Neumann said, vaguely remembering how Albert and him discussed pin-up girls a few days ago, he still seemed flexible and vivid, but now, he was gassed beyond recognition, and he killed him with a single shot.What would Albert's sister think?He thought of the plump jovial girl who had treated them to beef sausages before they went, and who he had promised to take care of Albert.His heart seemed to have been pierced by the fragments of the previous bomb, the huge and vague wound was exposed to the air, and he was a little numb from the pain.

'God. ' he murmured, and then felt ridiculous again.What the hell is God doing in this hellish place?We have long been abandoned by God.

Neumann felt a hand tap his shoulder lightly.He turned his head, and Lange's blue eyes looked at him calmly, even at this moment, his eyes were still transparent and clear.Neumann couldn't help confiding to him.I must tell him.He thought that Lange seemed to have suddenly established an intimate relationship with him at this time.Not physical, which they had already established, but a deeper intimacy—which seemed to stem from physical intimacy, but didn't seem to. 'Albert and I met in junior high, we joined the military early on - my parents and teachers thought we made the right choice, and I always have. ’ he said incoherently, ‘Albert has a sister who has always supported him in the military and we all thought it was good—brave and patriotic. ' He paused, confused, 'I'm a soldier. ' he repeated, 'to be a soldier is something to be proud of. '

Lang looked at him, and Neumann felt as if a strange moistness had suddenly entered his eyes, and this caused Lang's face to be blurred in his vision.The heat from his whole body seemed to seep down his legs into the ground under his feet, 'What's wrong with him? ’ he asked tremblingly, ‘why did he have to die?What had he done wrong to die? '

Lange hugged him gently, and Neumann held onto his clothes tightly. He heard Lange ask him softly, 'Then what do you think the meaning of war is? '

Neumann was silent.He didn't like to think about it; there was something evil and cruel about it, and it terrified him. 'I am a soldier. ' He replied coldly, the heat slowly flowing back from the ground to his body, he pushed Lange away, 'My loyalty is my glory. 【1】'

Lange watched him silently—there was something very similar to him in his eyes.Neumann turned his head away, avoiding his gaze. 'you're right. ’ he said softly, (Neumann suddenly realized that Lange had started referring to him as 'you' instead of 'you') 'My loyalty is my honor. ' he repeated.

Neumann watched him turn around, and I still really don't like him.he thinks.