Battle of the Third Reich

The German Army second-class soldier Burt is about to finish his first military service, and is considering whether to stay in the army or retire in December this year. ￥f, two years of military life taught him a lot of knowledge that he could not learn in society, but also increased the knowledge of this farmer who never left his own town before he was seventeen.

As a glorious infantry of the Cypriot legion, he followed the legion almost across half of Europe, admiring many of the bizarre beauty that can only be seen in the paintings before, and also experienced a fierce battle like blood and hell. The nineteen-year-old boy has grown into a real man. He has established his personal status in the group he belongs to. During the two years of service, everyone has seen the boy’s persistence and hard work. He It was accepted by the military's predecessors and colleagues and successfully integrated into this big family.

Collectivism is the most respected core principle of the German Wehrmacht. What everyone pursues is that everyone is a member of the collective. In this organization, individuals cannot survive alone, and guys who play with their own personality will be subjected to top-down Exclusion, such people rarely succeed in the first year of military service.

In addition to the influence of daily training and military rules and regulations, the establishment of military cohesion also has the guidance and control of soldiers’ thoughts. Most German soldiers actually received a lot of collectivism training before enlisting. They have learned discipline in elementary school. With obedience. The soldiers in the army have strengthened education in this area, making them realize how small their personal strength is, but when they unite, they will be invincible.

They are part of a collective, collective achievements are their achievements, collective honor is their honor, collective interest is their interest, damage to the collective is to damage each of them, and maintenance of the collective honor is everyone's due duty of. Burt has fully integrated into his company, and he and his comrades have built a very deep friendship.

There are two options before him. He can choose to retire and return to his home far from Eichfeld. Since then, he has enjoyed peace and tranquility. Relying on the salary and battlefield bonuses he has accumulated over the past two years, he should be able to fulfill his childhood dreams, buy a fertile land and find a lovely girl to marry.

Another option is to stay in the army and switch to volunteer service. At this point, the commander-in-chief also suggested to him that his platoon leader had submitted an application to his superior. If he was willing to stay in the army, he was promoted to a corporal and immediately arranged for him to participate in the training course for the platoon leader. Volunteer soldiers have many preferential treatments. If they perform well, they can even be enrolled in an officer's school to become a member of the professional military.

Burt is now at a loss. These two options are full of temptations for him. The 19-year-old second-class soldier has been troubled by this for a whole week. If he can decisively choose the offensive line on the battlefield, but it is here. He didn't know how to choose his own way of life.

Burt stood in front of the command post, staring straight ahead with his chest straight, holding his beloved 98k rifle in his hand. Just after lunch, officers successively walked from the restaurant back to the headquarters to work. During this time, the head of the Lord and the Lord will appear in every corner from time to time, so the officers do not dare to slack off in accordance with the rules.

By about one o'clock in the afternoon, the officers on duty had all entered the headquarters, and those who were not on duty returned to the dorm to enjoy a precious siesta, and the command department became quiet in front of them. Burt had been standing for more than an hour. He felt a little sleepy. The warm sunlight in the afternoon shone on the second-class soldiers through the shade. He felt his eyes were astringent, and a drowsiness of sleep became unbearable. . Looked at no one around. Burt leaned his rifle against his waist, spread his hands and stretched a lazy waist, and at the same time grew his mouth and yawned greatly, lifting his hands to wipe the tears out of the corner of his eyes.

"Haha. You're lazy!" A crisp voice rang beside him, immediately terrifying the second-class soldier.

"Who?" Burt hurriedly grabbed his rifle, turning his face to look at the place where the voice sounded.

"Ah?" Then the second-class soldiers froze, and he rubbed his eyes again, somewhat distrusting what he saw.

Standing there was a small female officer wearing a sturdy uniform for the Air Force officer. There is a white medical gown on the outside of the uniform, and a red cross armband on the sleeve of the gown. The female officer looks young. Burt estimates that he should be close to himself. The beautiful face is full of youth. The second-class soldier thinks that she should be more suitable for the Hitler girl's Alpine skirt than the military uniform.

There are some baby fat on the delicate and beautiful cheeks, big blue and gray eyes under the brim of the hat, and the delicate nose is slightly raised, adding a touch of playfulness to this beautiful face. Some large military hats showed broken platinum hair, which was gorgeous and unusual under the noon sunlight.

Bo focused on his mind and distinguished the rank mark on the other party's azure medic badge. He quickly set up a rifle to salute the other party. The second-class soldier did not dare to look directly at the face that surprised him, but when he lowered his eyes, he immediately saw a pair of cute round-toed leather shoes under his gray military pants. Immediately afterwards, he saw that the little leather shoes were moving towards him step by step. Burt couldn't help but swallow secretly.

"I saw you being lazy, second-class soldier." The beautiful captain of the military doctor stood on his hips in front of the poor second-class soldier.

"Reporter, no." Burt replied loudly with his head raised.

"You yawned and left the gun aside."

"Yes sir, but I can explain."

"You are a big lazy pig."

"Hey?" Burt was puzzled. How could a yawn become a pig?

"Don't deny that the corners of your eyes haven't wiped off." The captain of the military doctor said proudly, pointing to Burt's corner.

"Sorry sir, please don't affect my duty."

Burt felt that the other party was a little bit irritated, and even the officer could not get you to the air force. Now the second-class soldier is a little angry, no wonder those colleagues said that the most unreasonable thing is a woman, even if it is just a young girl, it can drive you alive.

"Your chief hasn't taught you, should you look at your superior when you talk, second-class soldier." The captain of the medical doctor's voice was crisp, but the content of the words was murderous.

"Sorry, sir." Burt quickly looked down at each other. The captain was actually a bit smaller, and even with a military cap on, he could only reach Burt's chest.

"What's your name, second-class soldier." The captain tilted his chin, his eyes shining, and he looked very high-quality.

"William Burt, sir."

"What year did you join the army?"

"December 38, sir."

"Where are you from?"

"Eichfeld, sir."

"Saxony? Close to Freburg?"

"Yes, sir, have you been there, sir?"

Burt was surprised that the other party was very familiar with the location of his hometown. To understand that the platoon leader knew his hometown, he had been on the map for a long time.

"I've been there to investigate. It's a pretty small village. I was living in a villager's house. The hostess in that house was a very enthusiastic lady. I remember everyone calling her Mrs. Bertha."

"Ah, it's Mrs. Bertha, she lives in my house diagonally opposite the door, is a very enthusiastic person, everyone likes her."

"There is a plum tree in her backyard."

"Yeah, sir, I used to pick her plums when I was a child, and gave me a big basket every time." Burt had left the unpleasantness behind him now, and he chatted with the captain happily. It's like seeing a fellow who hasn't seen for many years.

"Are you feeling a little tired in front of you, William Burt." The captain asked casually.

"Last night was the mobile whistle in the middle of the night. Today I cleaned up the internal work again. The spirit is a bit bad, but now it is much better." Burt answered honestly.

"Well, I think you can try this." The captain pulled out a glass tube from his coat pocket and handed it to Burt.

"Is this?" Burt looked at the glass tube in confusion. Through the sunlight, he could see a few white pills inside.

"This is a newly developed medicine. When you feel tired, you can take one tablet, which can immediately restore your mental and physical strength. However, you can only eat one tablet at a time. Do not overuse." The captain finished talking from his pocket. He took out a card and handed it to Burt.

"There will be no side effects. I can guarantee it. I just hope you record the true feeling after using it and send it to this address, which is very useful to me."

Just as Burt looked at the card carefully, a call came from afar.

"Hey, that one over there, stop chatting, Captain Hilter." The two turned around and saw only the steps in front of the command department. Kirsten corrected to beckoning here.

"Ah, the sir is looking for me, we will have a chance to talk next time."

Captain Adele Hilter nodded at Burt with a smile, turned around and hurried towards Kirsten, and halfway through she suddenly turned around and yelled at Burt: "Remember , One tablet at a time, don’t eat more, remember to record the effect."

"Follow your orders, sir." Burt saluted the other party with a military salute.

"Very good, second-class soldier." The military medical lieutenant smiled back at the military salute, and then ran towards the lieutenant colonel standing on the steps.

"Captain Hilter?" Burt watched the two female officers walk into the headquarters. He turned around and held the rifle on the sentry post again. The second-class soldier had secretly made a choice at this moment, and he decided to stay. Serve in the army.

The cough is still the same, but it is much better than the night before. The medicine still works. I finally fell asleep. Although I kept coughing during the day, it was not as intense as before, but I didn’t dare to ignore it. Take the medicine and continue treatment.

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