1135 Want to Give and Want

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cpa300_4(); Two German soldiers are enjoying rare canned beef and delicious black bread in a foxhole behind a wheat field. This delicious food is inexplicably attractive to the soldiers on the front line, and the improved food has also made more and more soldiers feel the signs that the war is coming to an end.

The two talked about various topics in low voices, and while eating, they talked about what they wanted to do one day after the war was over. They put the gas mask box in the corner of the crater, where their backpacks, engineering shovels, and neatly bundled tents were piled up.

The younger soldiers leaning on the wall of the foxhole are observing the movement of the Soviet positions in the distance through a gap. After all, they are not far from the Soviet defenders' control area, but because of some special reasons, they are not here. It has indeed been long enough for the battle to break out.

Fifteen days have passed since the n group army came here and was ordered to station here. Everyone has enjoyed the rare peace since the start of the war. The troops can be rotated back to the rear for repairs normally. The opportunity to go home and visit relatives.

After the young soldier glanced at it twice, he withdrew his head: "There are no decent defenders on the other side. If we push forward, it may only take a few days to advance 100 kilometers."

The older soldier was dealing with a piece of beef that was not too rotten in a can. He fiddled with it back and forth with his folded fork, and finally gave up and poured the soup in the can on his black bread. The potato chips inside were also poured out, as the warmth carried a hint of aroma.

He took a bite of the bread and mumbled, "You know what! Now this situation is really perfect. Before you added to the class, we were in St. Rudolph, oh, that's Stalin Guller, that's a terrible fight. With such good conditions now, you can go for fun, if we were still in St. Rudolph, you might have been killed long ago."

"Hey! Let me tell you, I've only been here for a short time. Can you tell me the story of the St. Rudolph battle? I'd like to hear how my troops fought bravely on the front line." When a young soldier heard about the Battle of St. Rudolph, he was obviously interested.

"Saint Rudolph?" As if recalling something sad, the veteran took a bite of the bread, and then murmured with embarrassment: "What do you want to hear? We don't have any memories in that kind of place. Tell me. What do you think everything looks like? My impression is that there are only ruins and dilapidated streets, as well as the ubiquitous gunshots and enemy snipers."

"There are landmines everywhere, you have to be careful when you walk. Me and Gelf walked through that damn street, ten meters wide, and we were very cautious. But when I ran behind the opposite wall,

While leaning there to breathe, he found Gelf lying in the middle of the street. "When the veteran said this, he choked up a little. He touched his cheek and glanced at the recruit who regretted mentioning this.

Then he threw the rest of the bread into the tin can, and continued to speak: "I called him but he lay there motionless, I thought he was joking with me, trying to scare me deliberately, when I wanted to find him When it was time, it was pulled by the friendly army behind it."

He paused, then asked a question: "You know what they said to me? They said you had blood all over your pants, and that's when I saw Gulf's blood splatter my ass. Damn , that's my last unwashed pair of pants, you know that's my last unwashed pair of pants."

After saying this, the veteran smiled wryly, and then patted the shoulder of the embarrassed recruit twice: "If you have seen the broken heads of your comrades, nestled in the rubble and ruins every day, and dare not close your eyes at night for fear of being touched The enemies who come over are strangled to death, and you have to frantically shoot and kill a few enemies in a few hours, and watch your bullets fly away other people's front teeth behind the front sight... You know, it may be your life if you haven't been to St. Rudolph One of the luckiest things."

People who have not experienced the Battle of St. Rudolph are willing to mention this bloody battle, and they prefer to bury everything they have experienced in their hearts. You must know that among the Ukrainian troops that lost the most, some soldiers even lost one out of ten. The corpses buried in the ruins of the streets and alleys there have not been cleaned up until now, and civilians were killed by landmines buried in the ruins a few days ago.

It was a terrible battle, and humanity and civilization were far from that terrible place. On all kinds of battlefields that can't be seen without end, only the savage forces like wild beasts dominate everything. Human beings decide who has the right to live by strength and ferocity, and distinguish their experience and sophistication by cunning and cruelty...

Just when the veteran was full of memories of the most horrific battle he had ever experienced, an officer, accompanied by the platoon leader, came along the other end of the ridge. They came to the side of the foxhole, looked at the two soldiers on duty inside, and the officer in charge said: "A Soviet convoy will come over in a while, and they all have white flags on the bumpers of their cars, so it's easy to distinguish them. ...don't fire on these targets, let them pass through here, let them safely reach the checkpoint at the intersection behind you, understand?"

"Sir? The Soviets surrendered?" The veteran looked at the officer from the rear in surprise, and asked in an excited voice. This is too important to him. The surrender of the Soviet Union means that the war is over, and the war is over. For all Germans, it means that good days are coming.

"No, don't be too happy." The officer smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth. There are really many medals on his body, and the Iron Cross on his neck is even more conspicuous: "If it is more accurate, it is only a part of the Soviets who are ready to surrender-just preparation, nothing more."

"This is really good news." The old soldier laughed, the lines on his face were like a blooming flower.

"Of course, this is definitely good news." The officer continued to walk along the field ridge with his hands behind his back. There was a sniper observation post on the other side and another foxhole where three infantrymen were stationed. They are going to inform the soldiers over there, and bring the good news to these soldiers who haven't been able to go home for a few months.

From the subtle cheers, it can be heard how exciting this news is for these soldiers. When the officer and the platoon leader were walking back, some soldiers poked their heads out of the foxholes and raised their right hands to the two men. They expressed their joy by raising their hands in the Great German salute, expressing their gratitude to the officers for the good news.

Half an hour later, a military vehicle painted in Soviet grass green came from the opposite side along the dirt road. There were several other vehicles behind this vehicle, and all the vehicles covered the five-pointed stars with paint. And hang a striking white flag on the front of the car. These cars drove cautiously, as if they were afraid of the sudden fire from the German troops on the opposite side, but soon the people in the cars realized that their worries were unnecessary. Many German soldiers were sitting in the open space with their weapons in their hands, looking curiously at these soldiers who came from afar. "Surrenderers".

On the violently shaking car, the tense Soviet guards pressed the pistols on their waists. This was the only weapon they carried, compared to those holding MP-44 assault rifles, G43 semi-automatic rifles and Mauser 98k rifles For the German soldiers, it seemed too shabby. However, they were only "diplomatic missions" on the escort vehicle, who came to negotiate with the Germans, so they could not carry larger weapons.

And inside these military vehicles are big figures from Chelyabinsk. These people now represent not the Soviet Union that everyone is familiar with, but a brand new country-the Siberian Federation, who came to sign a treaty between the two countries with the Third Reich. peace agreement between the two countries, the establishment of diplomatic relations at the ambassadorial level.

"As long as we agree to the request of the German head of state, declare independence and join the Axis group, give up some interests and open the main railway line to the Far East, we can achieve self-government on the existing land." A former Soviet diplomat Obviously full of confidence in this peace trip: "Germany will guarantee our safety, and Stalin's reign of terror will soon become a thing of the past."

"I advise you not to be too optimistic, because as far as I know, the German head of state is very greedy and equally cruel." In the car, another older politician was tortured by the shaking car, and he wrinkled He frowned and poured cold water on his colleagues, as if doing so would make him more comfortable: "We don't have much to give, and we don't know if we can get the final peace."

For the newly established so-called Siberian Federation, military disadvantages and diplomatic compromises are not too hard bargaining chips in the face of the powerful Third Reich. When we came here, we discussed more colonial topics such as mining rights and road rights, and these topics also made the atmosphere in the car fall to the cold bottom.

"Okay, gentlemen!" A well-dressed middle-aged man at the head finally said: "Actually, apart from establishing a country and exercising sovereignty, we don't have to insist on the rest of the things too much. To put it bluntly, even if We want to give it, but the Germans don't necessarily want it!"