Chapter 1646: Boundary of Nothingness

When fighting France, Hank was still a logistics person delivering supplies to others. He led his group of brothers to run around on the front line with supply trucks all day long, and was very busy.

After dealing with France, they immediately dealt with the Soviet Union. At this time, Hank was promoted to the second-line security force of the Waffen SS as a combat squad leader because of his meritorious service in delivering supplies and excellent team leadership.

However, he still did not have the opportunity to go to the front line and fight against the regular field troops of the Soviet Army. His task was to lead the team to maintain public security in the occupied areas and deal with those Russian ruffians, gangsters, and guerrillas.

Hank himself could not say whether this period was good or not. Although he was fully armed every day, he had few opportunities to actually fire his gun.

Most of the time, he led his squad and watched those Ukrainian traitors rush into the village with sticks and smash and destroy things, and drag those suspected "guerrilla-related personnel" out of the village like dead dogs and load them onto trucks, and then he could lead the team to finish work and go back to rest.

Hank sometimes finds it funny that a teenage girl, or even a few years old, has nothing to do with the guerrillas. The child's patched burlap clothes are even leaking air.

These Ukrainian traitors, who are looked down upon by dogs, are probably unable to hold back their crotches and grab some tender things to satisfy their perverted animal desires. Similar rumors have been heard more than once or twice, and it is definitely true.

He looks down on them in his heart, but it is only limited to his own thoughts. Hank has never thought of standing up for these Ukrainian people.

Hank, who has been bullied and looked down upon since he was a child because he has no father and his family is poor, has been accustomed to the warmth and coldness of the world at a very young age.

It's not that he has a heart of stone, but it is definitely not his character to roar when he sees injustice.

Hank has always turned a blind eye to those Ukrainian traitors. As long as he is not in a bad mood and those bastards have not provoked him, he generally won't intervene in those things.

The relatively peaceful days did not last long, and Hank soon received a new transfer order: to go to the Imperial Division and officially become a member of the front-line elite combat force.

It was also from that time that Hank met Ensher and became friends, which was earlier than the time when Ensher met Wittmann.

In the days that followed, Hank experienced all kinds of cruel bloody battles that he had never heard of before, and personally experienced what it felt like to crawl out of a pile of corpses.

Surviving death again and again in exchange for experienced experience and battle experience, of course, it also allowed Hank to complete the battlefield transformation that he had never dared to think of before. The change was so great that even those who were familiar with him felt that the person standing in front of them was like someone they didn't know at all.

Now, Hank doesn't know what he is pursuing specifically, and he doesn't have too ambitious goals and ideals.

On the battlefield, one day at a time, one doesn't know what tomorrow will be like after surviving today, and just follow any orders. No matter what kind of enemy he faces, he can show his fullest state and fight to the death.

Looks a bit like a war machine? Maybe, Hank himself couldn't say for sure, but he always felt that this was what he should do.

As for the future?

Hank thought that if he could live to the end of the war, he would take off his military uniform, lay down his weapons, go home to take good care of his mother, and accompany her for the rest of her life. It didn't matter what he did in the second half of his life. If he was destined to marry a woman, he would do it. If not, he would live alone. It didn't matter. It would be good to have a piece of land to grow some livestock and live the rest of his life peacefully.

If he didn't live to the end of the war, then there was no need to consider these miscellaneous things. Why would he care about these shitty things when he was dead?

Hank, holding an MP40 in his arms and leaning against the back of Wittmann's Tiger King turret, said nothing. Perhaps because of what Wittmann said, he himself fell into a considerable degree of thinking and fantasy.

Wittmann saw Hank's absent-minded look and sighed softly and said nothing more.

Thinking about it carefully afterwards, Wittmann actually didn't blame Hank, because even if he was not good at making decisions, Ensher would definitely give such an order, it was just a matter of time.

The result would be the same.

Strictly speaking, Wittmann even had reason to thank Hank.

He did this without any orders, which was equivalent to taking all the blame on himself, which had nothing to do with Wittmann and Ensher, the command level of the 101st Battalion. Even if the higher-ups investigated, he would be the only one to take the blame, even if this was impossible, but Wittmann still felt that he owed Hank a favor.

"If I mean if, if we didn't win, those Allied forces would track down what happened today and settle accounts with us later, would you be afraid at that time?"

It wasn't long before the heavy Tiger King was still swaying on the village path. Wittmann, who didn't know what he was thinking about, suddenly said this to Hank.

At first, his expression was a little surprised, but he quickly returned to normal and calm. Hank's answer was a little unexpected to Wittman.

"If I tell you that I thought about this from the beginning, would you think I'm a little hypocritical? I'm lying?"

Wittman was stunned when he heard this, and before his head could turn around, Hank, who was laughing at himself, continued to speak.

"Ha, no matter what, it doesn't matter, anyway, it's already been done. Even if things really come to the point you said, it's better for me to die alone than for three people to die together. I am the initiator. I gave the order without authorization, and I pressed the lever of the detonator with my own hands. It has nothing to do with other people, and it has nothing to do with everyone."

"Even if God judges me after I die, I will still say the same thing: I did it, let me bear it alone."

Hank's expression looks carefree and indifferent, as if he is joking, but Wittmann remembered a sentence that Ensher had said to him inadvertently before.

"You know, Hank has always had some psychological problems. He has seen a doctor and received treatment for a period of time before."

"Ever since the Russian kid he let go came back with the guerrillas, he always dreamed that his squad soldiers were covered in blood and came to him to ask for his life. In the dream, they surrounded him and said, "Why did you let him go?" "You killed us! ". He often woke up in the night with night sweats and cried sorry for several months, which has affected the combat."

"I wrote an application for him and it was successfully approved. He returned to Berlin for recuperation and treatment for a period of time before he felt much better."

"But this psychological shadow has been left. He has always been cautious about everyone and everything under his command, for fear that terrible things will happen again and repeat the same mistakes. He has always felt guilty, so much so that it has extended to new comrades. Is this a desire to protect? I don’t know, but it feels very strange."

"If you get in touch with him more, you will have this feeling. He is no longer the same person as when I first met him. He has changed too much, but at least he is still a good person."

Good person? What is a good person? Can there be good people among people who have nothing to do with justice?

Wittmann, with a confused look in his eyes, didn’t know. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t get a definite answer.

In this hell on earth that crushes all the benevolence, morality, and right and wrong in the world, the boundary between good and bad people has long been blurred.

There are countless angels here who are sent to do the work of demons, and there are also demons in human skin doing the work of angels.

Some things can probably only be left to future generations to judge.