One Hundred and Sixty Seven 1 Little Boy

Let's go back in time to September 8, 1937. (Starting) Germany is not far from the Polish border, in the barracks of the 3rd SS Division, which has just been approved to be promoted to the 3rd SS Panzer Division.

"Stand at attention!" With a command, several soldiers lying on the hard planks got up in a panic and stood in front of their respective beds.

An amiable officer walked to the door of this dormitory and said with a smile: "Welcome to the SS, this is your commander commander."

As he spoke, he pointed to a short boy who was walking by. This boy was about eighteen years old, and his pair of blue eyes were not very energetic. In the blink of an eye, there were still some light freckles on his face, his golden hair was covered by a handsome black hat with a large brim in the style of the Wehrmacht, and the corners of his mouth were raised slightly.

Because of his short stature, the boy's trousers were piled a lot on top of the leather boots, blocking the shoelaces that went back and forth on the high-waisted boots. Because he was too thin, his armed belt was also a little skewed, making him look very sloppy.

He raised his right hand high, performed a German salute, and shouted in a slightly hoarse voice: "Long live the Führer!"

"Long live the Führer!" The three soldiers in the dormitory echoed his slogan listlessly.

"Captain Carter, although we know that we are expanding our army on a large scale, you don't have to find a child to play with us." An uncle about 30 years old grumbled dissatisfiedly, his face was covered with a beard , like an underdeveloped gorilla.

"This is your loader, a second-class soldier named Bruce. You can call him an orangutan." The captain named Carter who brought the boy smiled and introduced to the soldier who was speaking.

Then Captain Carter walked up to a nervous non-commissioned officer in his twenties and introduced: "This is Corporal Bowman, your pilot! To be honest, besides you, he has the highest official rank here! But he is more Shy, so I don't give much advice—but he drives a little...a little...forget it, you have to experience it yourself."

He smiled again and walked up to a normal-looking corporal, pointing to the soldier with round glasses: "This is Private First Class Clark, he is the electromechanical officer, and of course he is in charge of your front machine gun. .”

Unlike others, this corporal named Clark immediately stood at attention and returned the salute. He looked very standard, so Captain Carter added: "He is the most normal soldier in this dormitory! His technical level is quite excellent."

Finally, he pointed to the man sitting in the corner who had never stood up or saluted, and even raised his head, and introduced with a helpless sigh: "This is Andre,

Serve as your gunner. "He didn't introduce the rank, or say anything else.

The corporal named Andre was still sitting in the corner without even raising his head. He was wiping his pistol with a rag soaked in engine oil, and breathed into the pistol from time to time.

"Okay, I've introduced you to your four crew members. Shall I introduce you, or will you do it yourself?" Captain Carter walked back to the door after introducing them, and asked with a smile. A little boy who has not yet grown up.

"I'll do it myself, everyone has to say the first thing." The thin boy took a step forward, and put his hands behind his back: "Nice to meet you all, my name is Ryan! Rain? Ha De. Just graduated from the Command Academy of the Greater German Armored Forces in Berlin and was awarded the rank of sergeant. I hope to get along with everyone! If you have any questions, you can ask them face to face!"

"Hey! Sergeant Ryan! How old are you this year?" Bruce, who seemed to talk the most, asked with a smirk.

"I am eighteen years old this year, and my nineteenth birthday will be in a few months." Sergeant Lane replied with a smile.

"Don't you think your age makes us a little younger?" Bruce raised his eyebrows and continued to ask. When he asked, his mouth was wide open, and his beard trembled like a steel needle.

"In fact, the driver of No. 112 in the dormitory next door is half a year younger than me." Ryan seemed not to see the ridicule of the bearded Bruce, and said to himself: "The thirty-two captains who graduated from our class were all assigned to It is a pity that I only know seven people in this division, and only one is over twenty years old."

"Hey... the child soldiers come to command us and will kill us!" Bruce sighed and wailed.

"Bruce! Shut up!" Gunner Andre, who had been silent until now, raised his head and said coldly, then frowned and stared at Ren, who was still smiling, and finally "inserted" the pistol back into the hanger. In the holster by the bed, stood up and walked out of the corner. Due to lighting problems, Ren finally saw clearly that this man named Andre had nice brown hair.

"You said you graduated from the Command Academy of the Greater German Armored Forces?" Andre stared at Renn with a pair of eyes, walked up to the short sergeant, and asked, "I heard that there is a very powerful juvenile class there, are you Where did it come from?"

Ren glanced at Andre, and suddenly laughed heartily: "Oh! The one you are talking about is the first class of wolf riders! Well, I am in that class!"

As he spoke, he proudly pointed to a commemorative medal on his chest, happily showing off: "I was the first in the graduation exam of that class."

Seeing this young man with light freckles on his smiling face, Andre exhaled, turned around and sat back on his own bed, and lay down on it very casually: "The bed with the curtain over there is yours. , your No. 1 cabinet key is under the pillow."

And he is obviously the boss of this dormitory. After he said this, Bruce, who was about to say something, opened and closed his mouth for a long while, but he didn't dare to say another word to make things difficult for Ren.

Carter saw that the arrangement for Renn was going well, so he turned around and wanted to leave, but at this moment Renn remembered something.

He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and turned back to call Captain Carter who brought him here: "Captain! I haven't received my toiletries yet, that...and my sergeant officer's uniform, which I forgot After leaving the school, can you let me call the school?"

He chased Carter out, and when he was halfway there, he turned around and shouted, "I'll be back in a while! Let's go to the cafeteria!"

Then he chased Captain Carter into the corridor: "Captain! When do we usually take vacation? When do we get paid? Can I usually leave the barracks?..." His voice gradually faded away and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Hehe! I'm still a child!" Corporal Clark, who was wearing glasses, pushed the glasses that had slipped off the bridge of his nose, and made his bed with a smile.

The driver Bowman shrugged his shoulders, threw the random military uniform on the bed, then grabbed the towel hanging on the wall, put it on his shoulder, and walked out with the washbasin.

"We really have to wait for him to come back before going to the cafeteria?" The bearded Bruce turned his head to look at Andre, the boss in the room, and found that he had stood up and walked towards the door, and shouted anxiously: "I said! Hey ! Hello! What are you doing?"

"I'm going to eat!" Andre replied without looking back.

Ryan, who came back late, naturally didn't have dinner. He returned to the dormitory first and found that there was no one there, then dropped his luggage and ran to the cafeteria. As a result, there were only two cold potatoes waiting for him.

However, Ren still hummed a ditty, walked back to the door of his dormitory with small steps, and carefully hung the towel embroidered with his name on the empty nail on the wall. Then put the aluminum toothbrush cup and the toothbrush of not very good quality directly under the towel.

Immediately afterwards, he placed a thick Russian dictionary next to his pillow, and took out a copy of "Russian Grammar Analysis" from the big cloth bag and threw it on his bed casually. Immediately afterwards, he took off the crooked armed belt and hung it on the head of his bed, then sat on the edge of the bed, took off his boots, and put on his little slippers.

While the other four people in the dormitory were marveling at the rather professional and thick Russian dictionary on the bed, Ren, who was holding "Russian Grammar Analysis", casually covered the book on his face, even on the bed. The curtains beside him were not drawn, and he fell asleep with a slight snoring sound.

Everyone blamed themselves for their own thoughts, and then everyone returned to the state of four people living again. After about half an hour, the sky gradually darkened. Due to the large-scale expansion of the barracks and the constant shortage of military expenditures, electric lights have not been installed here, and fuel rations for kerosene lamps are also intermittent, so everyone climbs into bed early.

"Hey! Andre!" Bruce, who was the most talkative, threw the stumped cigarette butt at the boss on the opposite side: "The junior class of the Greater German Armored Academy you mentioned during the day is the place where our baby carriage leader stayed. Is it great?"

Andre swept the cigarette butts on the quilt to the ground with his hand, stared at the necklace pendant in his hand and replied intently: "I have always wanted to go to the tank training academy that General Guderian personally set up by the head of state. I have not passed the exam. I heard that the first class of wolf riders is the strongest and most rigorously trained class there! All orphans from German orphanages are selected and trained by General Reinhardt himself. What do you think?"

"Then we still picked up the treasure?" Clark, who was listening with his ears pricked up, said jokingly, "He's still the number one in that place!"

Bowman turned over, and the movement was a little big, so the bed creaked with his twisting. Obviously he was not sleeping, but listening to his comrades, but obviously he had no intention of participating.

"A recruit is a recruit after all! I don't want to hand over my life to an 18-year-old child!" Andre said as he grasped the necklace pendant in his hand, glanced at the bright moonlight outside the window.

There was a faint smile on Ren's immature face covered by the book, he was still snoring slightly, dreaming what seemed to be a very sweet dream, completely unaware that his subordinates were judging him.

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