Chapter 2584 Others Eat While You Shit!

"Hey Hoffman! Wake up! Hoffman, wake up! It's time to hand over the shift, go back to your dormitory if you want to sleep!"

"What? It's time to hand over the shift??? Hey!"

Being woken up from sleep is not a good thing, but if you are sleeping while slacking off at work and are woken up and told that it's time to go back and sleep, this situation is another matter.

The German soldier called Hoffman yawned loudly and woke up from his sleep with sleepy eyes. He opened his eyes and saw his classmate who came to change shifts standing in front of him.

"What time is it now?"

Hoffman asked subconsciously, scratching his itchy scalp with his claws because he hadn't taken a shower for many days. He looked both sloppy and lazy.

"Four-thirty, um, it's just past four-thirty now."

"Huh? Only four-thirty? Didn't we agree to change shifts at five? What's up? Why are you here so early?"

Hoffman, who was still not completely out of sleepiness, asked casually. The brother who came to change shifts had already taken off the MP40 submachine gun on his shoulder and put it in the gun cabinet beside him. He started to fiddle with the small pot on the small stove in the room, preparing to add water to it. He probably wanted to cook something to fill his stomach.

"I can't sleep. I had a nightmare in the middle of the night. After waking up, I couldn't sleep no matter how hard I tried. There was no point in tossing and turning in bed. I came down to take a look and saw that you were sleeping soundly. I might as well take you back to sleep. If I feel sleepy on the night shift next time, you can come and take my place in advance. You owe me this time."

"Huh? There's such a thing?"

Hoffman, who was half sleepy, stood up slowly from the chair, took out his Mauser 98K rifle from the gun cabinet beside the table, held the gun belt and threw it on his shoulder, and spoke again quietly.

"What nightmare scared you like this? I remember that you usually sleep like a dead pig, right?"

The soldier who was standing by the small stove and had already started to pour hot water into the small pot did not answer directly. Instead, he threw the half-eaten can of canned food and a handful of pasta into the small pot and started to cook. Then he found a chair and sat down and spoke slowly.

"You may not believe it, even I don't believe it myself."

"I dreamed that countless Russians rushed into Berlin like ants, and their tanks were more numerous than all the rats in Berlin's sewers. Streets, intersections, and houses were full of Russians, waving all kinds of weapons and firing crazily. Our people were like weeds blown down by the wind, one after another, and never stood up again.

"Russian soldiers stepped on our bodies, and their tanks rolled over our streets. I don't know how long it took, but in my dream I finally saw them put the red flag on the roof of the Reichstag, fluttering in the wind, and countless Russians stood on our bodies and cheered for victory. "

"Oh my God, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep when I thought of this scene. It felt like we were rats in a cage, and the Russians were the people outside the cage, smiling and discussing how to kill us for the most fun, and all we could do was bump around in this broken iron cage, and we couldn't get out at all. ”

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In that case, what the shift-relief soldier just said is not something you can tell anyone.

To put it bluntly, if you tell someone you don’t like, not only will you not get their approval, but you may even get yourself killed. It’s not impossible that you will be shot as a traitor in the end. Aren’t there many unlucky people who lost their lives because they couldn’t keep their mouths shut?

Fortunately, Hoffman, who was almost fully awake after having almost lost most of his sleepiness, was not such a person. To be precise, he had a good relationship with the shift-relief soldier.

The two of them usually took care of each other and helped each other on the battlefield. When there is something good, they think of each other. Although they have not known each other for a long time, they are good brothers in the same class. Therefore, the soldier who changed shifts had the courage to reveal his dream when only the two of them could hear it.

Hoffman wanted to say something after hearing it, but he didn't know where to start or how to start. The main thing was that he couldn't think of what words to use to comfort his brother. Any words that could be thought of were said out loud, not to mention whether others would believe them. Hoffman felt that those pale and weak words were not even believed by himself, so how could he expect others to believe them?

"Is there enough food? I didn't eat last night, can you share some with me? ”

Since I couldn’t think of any words of comfort, I might as well change the subject and say something that would make people feel relaxed.

I have to say that this method did work. At least after the soldier on duty who was standing by the small stove heard it, the gloom on his face seemed to disappear a little.

Speaking of food, the soldier on duty lifted the lid of the small cooking pot and looked inside. He found that there was still a lot of food to fill his stomach, including soup and water. The steam coming out was fragrant with the smell of food. The appetite satisfaction visible to the naked eye is probably the best medicine to offset fear at the moment, although this "medicine" is not very effective.

"Hey, there are still a lot! Come and eat together. This is the last bit of stock I brought back from Italy. It will be gone after eating it."

"Italy? What did you bring back when you withdrew from Sicily? Those things are not finished yet? ? ? "

"No, no, I should say that I had finished eating. I thought I had finished eating. But I found half a bag left in my luggage yesterday. I had eaten little and no nutrition these two days, so I just used it to improve my diet. You are lucky."

"Well, I have to say that I am lucky. You are welcome."

Hoffman, with a smile on his face, was about to walk over to start eating, but he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach without any signs. It was really a twisting pain.

"What's wrong with you?"

"My stomach hurts. Damn it. I have to go to the toilet. Immediately."

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The soldier who was cooking food by the small stove immediately looked disgusted when he heard it, and blurted out the words "ruthless" without thinking.

"You're taking a shit while others are eating. Go away! Don't blame me for not leaving you a place if you come back late."

Hoffman felt like he was about to burst out, but he didn't care about the scolding behind him. He just grabbed a newspaper on the table that was still covered with dust and rushed out the door.

As soon as he rushed out of the door and looked around, he found that there was not a single person on the street, not even a mouse. He just found a place to take a shit and fill his stomach.

However, what Hoffman didn't expect was that as he was crouching and rushing towards the alley next to him, a black shadow that came from nowhere instantly covered his mouth and swept his leg to the ground.