.The Third Reich under Ten Thousand Characters  Volume 4: The Sadness of France  Chapter 61: Who can tell me what a sense of honor is?

The squad leader often said, raise his head, even if the bullets are fired from the opposite side, you will hold me up like this!

I don’t have that kind of sense of honor, at least I can’t feel it now. People can live meaningfully, and some things can only be understood if they have to be hurt. Remembering the benefits of a person is better than remembering the disadvantages of a person. But how do you remember? Who will remember me when I’m hungry?

"Tolerance is great, no desire is strong. Tolerance is others, and desire is yourself." This is for others. Why do I choose to enter the army just to fill my stomach? Some people often mention the word "belief". My belief is that I can have a square rule for eating. In order to have a full meal, I can be brave enough to rush forward in the rain of bullets.

I always pretend to be crazy. In fact, the honor of the empire, the honor of the SS, and the honor of the soldiers mentioned by the officers. When I am alive, I just look at my comrades, those who were still alive in the past were knocked down by a bullet the next moment. Others call it "dead", but his body is forward or backward, but a competent but dead soldier. I call it "liberation" because he will never have to be afraid of having no food to eat.

People are pretending, some people pretend for a lifetime, and some people pretend for a while, and that's all. The difference is just whether the time for pretending is long. I don't want to pretend anymore. It's so tiring. When will I get rid of it? But I want to live and continue to struggle to live, which is really contradictory.

The person squatting next to me is called Carl, the squad leader of our class. He always likes to say something. Without it, he hopes to sacrifice for the empire at all times, but unfortunately the bullets are not destined to be with him. Every time he hits someone else, he doesn't beat him, so he shouts the loudest every time he charges.

Our class was arranged in the first charge sequence, which is something worth boasting for us collectively, but if possible, I really want to stay in this trench until the end of the war. I think if there is no war, I can eat enough. I will never come to this ghost's side. It feels very uncomfortable to be worried every day, but I still have to hold on and cannot be seen by others, otherwise it will be a bullet and I don't want to die at the hands of my own people.

Carl was mobilizing before the war again. His words were nothing new, and they would always be the sacrifice for the great cause of the empire. It is our most glorious thing. If we are in good spirits, we might add another sentence if I am killed. Please bury me in the charge formation. Don't say it, this sounds extremely sensational, at least I must pretend to have a determined expression.

The order for charge came. This time the artillery troops in the rear did not launch artillery bombardment on the enemy's array. This is a bit abnormal, but the order is the order. The infantry flag team arranged into the charge sequence needs to be covered, and the grenades fired smoke bombs. The marking distance is set at 350 meters, which is also the frontier of the enemy's array. I shouted louder than anyone else. This slogan can be brave. If you are timid at this time, you will not be far from death. I am afraid that it can reduce the reaction ability of a person, which will kill a person on the battlefield. If you want to survive on the battlefield, my experience is to keep a calm heart. If you don't think about anything, then your body's reaction function will not decline so quickly. Maintaining enough agility can save your life at many critical moments.

"You will not sacrifice all of you. Every time you are in the main battle, you may only sacrifice two percent of them. Don't be afraid of death. Everyone will die in the end. Yes, everyone will be timid for the first time on the battlefield. If someone says he is not afraid, it is a lie. Some people are timid, but this does not prevent them from fighting like warriors, because if other timid comrades fight bravely and they stand by, they will be ashamed of themselves. The real hero is a man who fights bravely even if he is timid. Some soldiers will overcome their fears within a minute of the line of fire. Some take an hour. Some will take about a few days. But, the real man,

The fear of death will not defeat the sense of honor, responsibility and magnanimity. Fighting is the competition that men who are unwilling to live under others can best show their courage. Fighting will force greatness and eliminate insignificance. Germans are proud to be the heroes, and they are also the heroes." The roar is gone, leaving only the sound of the steel soles of the military boots and the surface. Some people started to breathe after running for a distance. I know that they are nervous. The nervousness speeds up their hearts and their physical strength rapidly decreases. If they encounter high-intensity hand-to-hand combat, these people will have the greatest chance of death. I? I am not called breathing, it is the low roar when fighting with the enemy.

As we approached, the British finally fired the first shot. The loose gunshots sounded, and comrades began to be hit by bullets shot by the enemy. But don’t expect my comrades to howl. The SS infantry who could be placed in the charge sequence are all hard-working players in the enemy’s propaganda. They are even the kind of fanatics who are unwilling to show weakness to the enemy. The regiment commander said that if anyone screamed, it would be an extremely shameful thing, and the whole regiment would be embarrassed...

As we got closer and closer, we were muffled groans more and more frequently, and my comrades fell one by one. I can imagine that the British soldiers on the other end of the smoke area must be extremely scared. They could not be sure whether they had shot the target, because there was no scream, and they were even more uncertain whether we were really charging, just because we had not fired even a single shot so far, and were more avoiding the British machine gun shooting trajectory.

Sometimes the invisible sense of oppression can defeat the enemy's psychological defense more than the shouts of killing. Just like now, British soldiers shout louder than anyone else, but they are scared. Their shooting angle is close to our steel helmets and shoots into the sky.

Before entering the smoke zone, I took a deep breath. After running out of the smoke zone, we would collectively roar, a slogan that would last forever, and the same sentence, long live the empire, and then stare at the faces of the British soldiers ahead on the way to the enemy's trenches.

I don’t know what others are thinking. I am praying, praying that the bullet should not be called on myself. It seems that praying has worked, and I jumped into the trench without any injury. I had no chance to adjust my crooked helmet. The moment I jumped into the trench, the bayonet at the tip of the gun was inserted into the chest of a British soldier, and the smell of blood was sprinkled on my face. At this moment, nothing was useful. I could only remember one thing: kill all people with different colors of clothes!

The wailing sounds, the entire trench was filled with wailing sounds made by people before they died, and the sound was filled with despair.

When people are fighting, their vision will become very strange. Everything except the targets they are locked are blurred. The more people they are killed, the smaller the wailing sounds in their ears will become. Until they feel tired, they will only have their abdominal cavity directly conveyed to the low breathing sounds in their minds.

Every assassination move is so mechanical. If you don’t kill others, it means you are killed. Never stop moving, otherwise the enemy will look for the person who doesn’t move, which means that he is not good enough and is a soft persimmon.

At the end of the hand-to-hand combat, no one is willing to waste his energy and make undoubted roars. Everyone will have strange thoughts. Those who are afraid of death do not have the courage to roar to attract the attention of the enemy. Experienced people are more willing to hold their breath. What is air? It is definitely not courage, it is a very wonderful thing, as if they let the breath leak out and they will fall down. Air is will, the will of a soldier!

I pulled out the bayonet that was inserted into the enemy's neck, and I wanted to find the next target with conditioned reflexes, but at first glance, I was full of blurred figures. What about the enemy in the yellow military uniform? The vision gradually returned to normal. The soldiers standing were all wearing gray uniforms and covered in blood. They were my comrades-in-arms, and the idea of ​​killing could not be raised. At this time, I found that I wanted to breathe, supported the rifle inhalation in big mouthfuls. The heartbeat was very, very slow, as if it stopped jumping if it accidentally.

"Long live the empire!"

A figure leaped across the trench, and more and more figures crossed the trench, but no one had time to pay attention to those comrades responsible for the second wave of charge. We soldiers who had just finished fighting leaned against the trench at will, and even sat directly on the enemy's corpse. We needed a short rest, not long, that is, one minute. This minute is the time to adjust our mentality. When our mentality returns to normal, we will not breathe.

The machine gun squad was busy setting up machine guns in the occupied trenches. The machine gun was a good thing. Its terrifying rate of fire and ammunition can scare the enemy to death and exhaust the ammunition hand of the machine gun team.

Overcoming fear is not a very difficult thing, but finding a sense of honor is a process that is more difficult than difficulty. What is a sense of honor? Many people say that a sense of honor is a soldier who likes the army as a group from the bottom of his heart and is willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of this group. If you want to ask me, whether I am willing to sacrifice myself for the sake of the army as a group, I have no right to answer, just because I have no right to choose.
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