Chapter 1080

The head of state has equipped us with a lot of efficient killing weapons, which is a very lucky news for us who want to save our lives on the battlefield. My G43 rifle can automatically load and load bullets. I just keep pulling the trigger, and I can fight all the time. A magazine with a capacity of 10 rounds can be loaded with 5 standard clips. It's a very useful weapon.

At least I was resting away from the front line the day before yesterday, with hot bath water and hot food, so I shouldn't complain like this. However, when we passed by the bodies of Soviet soldiers who had not had time to bury them, and came to the position only 11500 meters away from downtown Moscow, the Soviet Army saluted us with artillery. Four soldiers in the company were killed. The nearest one was less than 20 meters away from me.

The damned war let me leave you for such a long time, but I can't stop missing you. God knows why we have to give up our good life and come here with guns on our backs. In order to fight for a land hundreds of meters wide, we have sacrificed thousands of lives. Perhaps the Fuehrer is right, but I can't see anyone's happy expression here.

Revitalizing Germany has always been my ideal, but honey, I don't know whether what I'm doing now can be regarded as fighting for my motherland. I fight almost every day, but it is on the land of other countries that I swear allegiance to my head of state, akkado? Rudolph, but now I'm very afraid, afraid that I will pledge allegiance to the Fuehrer and let me fight this bloody war to the end of the world.

I shouldn't complain so much, should I? The main reason for complaining for such a long time is that my vacation has been cancelled again, and I have to stay on the front line, waiting for the next rotation vacation. Can't see you, let my mood suddenly become bad up, so please forgive my complaints and noise

When I wrote here, a rough hand full of black mud pressed on the not so white letter paper. This hand belongs to his officer, the company commander: "if I were you, I would not write like this. You know that the mail Department has a high demand for letters. Obviously, what you write can only make them lose your letters by accident. "

While talking, the company commander found a place to sit down, looked at his man, lit a cigarette, and then continued to say, "they won't let this kind of letter go back to the rear. If you want to explain something to your wife, choose some good words to write. Then your wife will know that you are still alive and can write to the family

"I know, sir. I'm just venting. My letter was put in the mail Department yesterday. The contents on it may be described by Fan Wen. " The German soldier who wrote the letter put away his pen with a smile, then unscrewed the kettle and drank: "you know, I'm a German teacher, so I like to write these things sometimes."

As he said it, he tore down a letter with wonderful content but never passed the examination from the letter book, and then put it in his hand to tear it up as much as possible. In fact, he didn't need to be reminded that such a letter could not be sent home, so he really just let off steam and didn't really mean to mail it.

"Yes, Mr. Arsene. I know you are a teacher, and I know you used to be a good German teacher. " The life of the company commander looked at his hands will be full of words written on the paper to tear down, and then began to tear one by one, put down the heart. He squeezed out a smile and said with regret, "you shouldn't be here. You should be in a small town school, standing on the platform and talking about something children want to listen to."

"Maybe. Unfortunately, there are too many things we shouldn't have." Hans? Arsene gave a wry smile, then left the torn letter under his feet, stepped on it twice, and made sure that it had been completely destroyed by the mud in the trench. Then he looked up: "maybe this war should have ended long ago, shouldn't it?"

The company commander looked at Arsene and finally sighed: "Arsene, we have all vowed to be loyal to the head of state. You think you're the only one who complains? Everyone knows that the war has come to such a point that it should have ended long ago. But why do you still insist here? "

He paused, then looked at the looming barbed wire in the distance: "we all know that the war is coming to an end, and so does the Fuehrer. But we have to end the war as winners, don't we? Can you imagine? What happens to Germany if we lose? "

Like Stalingrad, it became scorched earth, and then a large area of territory was carved up like a German occupied area. Their children may be sent to the concentration camp, and their wives will become playthings of others... If Germany loses the war, then everything they do for the head of state and for the German nation will become a chip of crime, which will be borne by every German in the future.

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A sunny afternoon in a small town in Bavaria, Germany. A girl who looks a little fat received a letter with some stains from the postman. She tore open the envelope with her tender white fingers and began to read the contents.

dear:

I'm doing well in the front line, where I can take a hot bath and eat hot food. I don't know how much effort they have to put into building such a good front camp for us.

People around are fighting desperately, they are bleeding for the motherland. Standing in the middle of a group of heroes, I feel the power is almost endless. We are trying to defeat these Soviets and strive for more living space for our future generations. As God's witness, I have never been afraid or hesitating, because my love for you makes me march forward bravely on the battlefield. The Fuehrer is with us, victory is with us, and my heart is always with you. I'll fight as hard as I can, general Kruger. Our army is winning all the time... Maybe before winter comes, we'll end the war. At that time, I'll come to see you with a lot of medals. Love you, Hans? Arsene. The girl closed the letter in her hand, with a smile on her face like the bright sunshine at this moment. She stroked her hair around her ears, and then looked to the Far East, where her beloved was, in the suburb of a city called Moscow.