Four Hundred and Sixteen Cutest People
When Boroll opened his eyes, the sky was bright. The German bomber fleet scattered in the sky, which brought him an incomparable sense of security. Sitting next to him holding the blood-stained G43 rifle, Donald could see the tired look on his face.
"Where is this?" Although Boroll couldn't bear it, he still asked. His lips were a little dry, even cracked when he spoke.
Downer, who was drowsy, immediately woke up: "Are you awake? This is Bakton's hospital. We are ordered to return to the Netherlands by boat from here, where we will rest and replenish."
It is said to be a hospital, but it is just an open-air bed built on the side. Although it is simple, it is much better than the frontline environment. On the road not far away, one after another Leopard tanks are driving to the front line. The two armored divisions of the 1st Armored Army have already landed more than half of the land. It seems that the good days of the British are coming to an end.
It was not only the German armored forces that landed on the 6th, but also tens of thousands of German soldiers. Carrying luggage and ammunition, these soldiers marched to the front line in a neat formation from the pier singing military songs. They will take over the line of defense from the German paratroopers who suffered heavy losses, and then head towards the intended target Go on the offensive.
At the end of the sickbed, there is a table placed under a big tree with a radio on it. Obviously, this small detail is to make the wounded relax. At this moment on the radio, the German currency is giving another speech.
Accompanied by the rustling sound, Akado's voice made the wounded soldiers rejoice: "In Poland, you swept thousands of troops and won the respect of the whole world for the empire! In the Netherlands, you were invincible and displayed the prestige that the imperial* should have ! In Belgium and France, you have won and made every German people proud!"
"I have been on the front line, and I know how much you have paid. We are also bleeding and dying, and we are also healing wounds... But as Germans, as the best nation in the world, we are still fearless and march forward !"
"For the prosperity of the motherland, the soldiers on the front line gave their lives. But your soul is with us, and your spirit will always shine on the Empire!"
"I know that many people admire me and think that Yuan led the German people to victory. I can tell everyone here responsibly that I admire you even more! It is you who gave me the courage to face the world's powerful countries, yes Your patriotism inspires me, it is your dedication and dedication that make Germany stand among the world's great powers! Don't be humble, you are the pride of the Second Reich!"
"Those workers who worked overtime in the factories until late at night, your hard work gave our soldiers guns, ammunition, automobiles and steel; those farmers who worked hard in the fields, you fed the German people; and those on the front line Soldiers who fought bravely, you make the rear of the empire stable and safe-you people are the future of Germany and the pride of Germans,
He is the "loveliest person" in Germany! "
"Some people talk about it, and some people will risk their lives." Boroll smiled bitterly: "Balu, do you think people like us who risked their lives are happier, or the Yuan in this radio is happier? Son?"
After he asked, he was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Tang Na who was at a loss beside him in embarrassment, and apologized embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I'm used to it."
"It's okay." Tang Na scratched the back of his head and said with a smile, "Everyone who is not injured is allowed to take a hot bath in the bathhouse over there. Can I go? I will be back in about ten minutes..."
"Of course, go, I don't have this luck." Pointing to the gauze on his arm, Bolor smiled and said to Donna: "My name is Bolor... Nice to meet... meet you."
"Donald, William? Donner." The young man smiled, and then ran to the corner at the end of the street with a contented joy on his face.
In the sky, naval Stukas roared past one after another, and the huge bombs under the wings made people shudder at first glance. After a long night of silence, the Luftwaffe was dissatisfied with the opponent's provocation and was ordered to deal a heavier blow to the British. In the higher sky, f-fighters are constantly circling, ready to tear up any aircraft that appear in this airspace without approval. These aerial killers made it difficult for the British troops to move an inch during the day, which greatly delayed the time for the British army to counterattack.
A second lieutenant officer walked towards Boroll, with his hands in his trouser pockets, looking a little casual and undisciplined. He turned his head to look at Donald who was happily rushing to the bathing place, and then looked at him with a smile. Bollor.
"Hi, excuse me for your rest. I just landed and am still waiting for my tank. If you don't mind, can we have a chat?" The second lieutenant sat down on Boroll's bedside chair very friendly, and he didn't dislike it. It's all dust off Donner's ass.
Boroll noticed this detail. From this point, it can be seen that this second lieutenant is an officer who has been on the battlefield. Only after experiencing life and death, and experiencing the complete chaos and filth, will people turn a blind eye to the dust .
"Of course I don't mind, you belong to the 2nd Armored Army?" Boroll took out a cigarette from his pocket and motioned for the second lieutenant to take out one.
"I just transferred to the 2nd Armored Army. I heard that skilled tank crews are needed here, so I brought my friends here." The second lieutenant pointed to his rank, and said with some emotion: "Originally, they were all lieutenants. , and now I’m a second lieutenant again. I originally taught the 1st Company in the Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion.”
The second lieutenant casually introduced his previous unit number, because this unique number has not been made public, even in the armored unit, little is known about it, so it is no wonder that Boroll of the paratrooper unit is ignorant. Who would have thought that this heavy tank destroyer battalion would point guns at the viewing platform in the military parade, and who would have thought that this heavy tank destroyer battalion would produce so many hot ace tanks in the future?
"Tank commander? Or lieutenant? You are really similar to a guy I know." For some reason, Boroll suddenly thought of Ren. He subconsciously looked at the other party's neckline, and he found a Knight's Iron Cross there.
"Do you know our company commander?" The second lieutenant was obviously very interested in this topic: "The one called Ryan Harder? He is really powerful, but I am not bad either. I am here to surpass him...you How lucky I am to know two of the most powerful tank commanders in the world. Hello, let me introduce myself again, my name is Mitchell—the number one ace in tank warfare in the future, Mitchell Wittmann."
Who would have thought that this world is so small, and if you meet someone chatting casually, you can find a common topic to chat with each other for a long time. Boroll nodded with a smile: "It looks like that guy is doing well now. It's great that you can come to England, let those British have a taste of the power of German tanks!"
"Of course, I want to bring back at least one record here, so that Renn and Karius can see who is the real king of tanks." Wittman stood up and said goodbye, pointing to the distance A tank with a serial number painted on it: "My car crew is here, so I won't chat with you. I hope we can meet again when the war is over and have a drink together."
"Okay! We are all alive, and no one can die!" Boroll nodded, watching the Tiger tank, which was very different from the Panther tanks, leave, and then looked back at the envious downer.
"What are you looking at?" Boroll patted the top of the young subordinate's head with a smile and asked.
"The tank unit is really impressive...it looks majestic." Donner sat back on his seat with his rifle in his arms, "You don't know, I originally wanted to be a tanker, but I was assigned to the paratroopers. "
"What's wrong with the paratrooper? Did you feel wronged?" Boroll patted his subordinate's head again: "If you feel wronged, get out! Stop talking nonsense in front of me."
"I used to feel that I was inferior." Tang Na's expression became very solemn: "But I just realized last night that it is not easy to be a paratrooper. From now on, I will be a paratrooper. I will follow you, company commander, and I will never change for the rest of my life. .”
"When will you board the ship and return to the Netherlands?" Boroll looked at Tang Na with a melancholy expression, and asked softly. This is the fate of the paratroopers, always the first to set foot on the enemy's land, hold their positions until the last moment, but the first to leave after the victory or the battle is stable, leaving the battlefield for which blood was shed and sacrificed.
"Afternoon. Let's go together with everyone in the group." Tang Na obviously heard a lot of things from the bathing place, and sighed lonelyly: "The group of people... all in one night. There are many people left, one The ship is finished."
Boroll was taken aback for a moment, then took out another cigarette, put it near his lips, and didn't speak for a while, and waited until the cigarette was almost burned out, then said: "Yes, I came here on an airplane and a glider , just take a boat back..."
The German soldiers in the distance were still walking towards the distance one after another. When they passed the open-air field hospital, they all silently looked at the comrades lying on the hospital beds. The leather boots hit the ground, making a neat rattling sound.
This reminded Bollor of his comrades who had just died in the UK. Lonely, he heard the Yuan speech that had already started to be replayed on the radio, which happened to be the part where the soldiers were the cutest people.
"Who is the cutest person?" Boroll smiled bitterly: "It must not be the German paratroopers... We are the people who cannot love the most. If you fall in love with us, isn't that a widow?"
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