Chapter 1645 Hank's Story

The British plane left, leaving behind a burning wreckage all over the ground.

The hot flames and the charred smoke rose from the battlefield that had just stopped fighting and rushed into the sky. The air was filled with a burnt smell that made even veterans feel sick.

"Damn it, this British pilot is so cooked, there's a smell of human oil everywhere!"

"How do you know it's the smell of human oil? Have you ever smelled it?"

"This is the smell of burnt animal carcasses, isn't it the same for humans?"

The British pilot, who didn't even have a chance to parachute, was deformed and stuck in the cockpit, turning into a black charcoal. Several SS soldiers, holding their weapons, walked by the still burning wreckage of the plane and talked about it.

Wittmann looked up at the sky and felt that there would be no more Allied planes coming. There was less than half an hour left before it was completely dark. If the Allied planes came again, it would be a problem to return and land.

"It seems that we are safe, Ensher, at least it is over for today."

Ensher, who was also holding the armored bulkhead with half of his body exposed outside the turret, heard Wittmann's familiar words and immediately pressed the call button to reply on the premise of deep sympathy.

"Yes, at least it is over for today, we are still alive, for now."

The Allied D-Day, the first day of the German Western Front battlefield is coming to an end.

Ensher and Wittmann, who fought for a day in the sudden war and the cruel battlefield of blood and fire, finally had a little free time to savor what happened today, what they experienced, and what to do tomorrow.

Not long after moving along the road, there were more and more other German troops traveling together or stationed in the same place.

Most of them were Wehrmacht, and of course there were a few SS troops, but they didn't look very good.

Wittmann, who was half hanging outside the Tiger King turret, could see that there were many wounded soldiers in the friendly troops on both sides of the road.

Those who were in better condition were just bandaged, with their arms in slings, or their heads wrapped like dumplings. Although they looked miserable, they could at least walk on their own.

Those who were in worse condition were not so lucky. There were many unfortunate people who were seriously injured and carried on stretchers. The painful groans and wails echoed in the marching team one after another.

Wittmann even saw a "half person" with both legs broken off being carried on a stretcher. Rather than saying that this guy was unlucky, it was better to say that this guy was really lucky and strong. He was still alive even in this state.

If he could hold on and not die, he would definitely be able to retire and go home to enjoy his old age, and he would also get a lot of money and military medals. For many young people who lost their lives on the battlefield, this is actually a good final outcome. The principle of living a miserable life is always applicable.

"They should be the troops withdrawn from the beach, these unlucky guys."

Hank chose to ride on the engine hood of Wittmann's No. 007 Command Tiger King and sit on the back of the car. Wittmann, who was half drooping outside the turret, didn't know if Hank was talking to him. To be honest, Wittmann didn't want to have any conversation with Hank who had just had an unpleasant experience. He simply pretended not to hear and continued to stay outside the turret without making a sound.

"Hey, don't always cry. If you still hate me for what happened just now, then I apologize to you. Maybe my attitude is indeed a bit problematic. Don't forget it in your heart."

Unexpectedly, Hank actually added another sentence without Wittmann's response, and chose to formally apologize to Wittmann, which was unexpected and quite surprising to Wittmann.

"I don't hate you. To be honest, it's not worth it."

"Look at them, look at these people. I just wonder how long we can hold out with this level of casualties. The current situation is more difficult than the last war. There are still Russians in the east who are continuing to attack us. Compared with the Russian ground forces, these Allied forces are like children who have just graduated from kindergarten. They haven't even learned how to fight."

"But they can contain our forces. If this continues, I don't know how long we can hold out."

At this point in the war, anyone who is not blind can definitely see the truth of the facts stated by Wittmann.

Hank is indeed fanatical. He is a veteran of the Waffen SS who loyally supports the Führer and does not make any concessions in executing orders. But this does not mean that he has no ability to think independently. He can only follow the crowd and stuff his head with shit.

Hank knew that Wittmann did not mean to boost the enemy's prestige and destroy his own morale by saying this. If he couldn't even tell the truth, it would be too much.

Everyone feels tired, including soldiers. It's no big deal to complain after a day of fighting. Besides, this is not only what he said, but also the truth. Hank has no reason or need to refute it.

The engine compartment of the Tiger King, which was moving at a low speed in the first gear, made a rumbling sound. Hank, who was sitting in the car and trembling slightly with the shaking of the car body, was also thinking about something.

He has no father. To be precise, his father died on the battlefield during the last war. Hank, who was just a child at that time, could not remember what his father looked like.

Because of his youthful recklessness and aggressiveness, Hank got drunk with a group of friends and got into a group fight, and even beat a man to death. He spent all the golden years of his life in prison. He didn't go to school, didn't learn any employment skills, and after being released early from prison for good performance, he could only work as a laborer on the construction site. Fortunately, Hitler's infrastructure projects did need a lot of laborers.

Otherwise, Hank might even have a problem eating and making a living.

It was also because of this bad record of being in prison that Hank, who wanted to join the army to get a salary and improve his life, was ruthlessly rejected by the Wehrmacht. Even though he had excellent physical fitness and a sturdy figure of 1.82 meters, he was no exception. The conscription of the Wehrmacht in those years was indeed very strict.

If the West is not bright, the East will be bright. The Wehrmacht did not accept him, but it did not mean that the SS did not want him.

With the recommendation of a friend, Hank was directly recruited by the Waffen SS, which was eager to expand its team.

Fighting and going to jail is not a big deal. What matters is that you have pure blood.

After looking up the genealogy of his ancestors for eighteen generations and proving that he has no blood relationship with those dirty Jews, Hank, who has excellent performance, high quality, and hard work, was even quickly promoted to a junior officer and became a squad leader. This made Hank, who thought that he would be a coward in this life, very happy. It turns out that poor people without connections can also make a name for themselves through their own efforts.

This is a rare thing that has never happened in Hank's past experiences and many tragic experiences.