my battlefield my company

Chapter 242 The wishes of the soldiers in the war

Now, Blair Manor is divided by two warring parties.

A winding river more than ten meters wide across the entire manor has become the dividing line for the temporary truce between the two sides. Hexi occupies 3/4 of the entire manor and is occupied by the Allied forces. The bridge has been blown up, and only the piers on both sides are still broken in the water. There are many dead bodies of soldiers from both sides floating on the river.

The Allies and the Germans each sent soldiers without guns to salvage the bodies of their own soldiers in the river.

At this time, the contract spirit of the Westerners emerged.

Soldiers on both sides hid in rooms on both sides of the strait, but absolutely no one would shoot at the soldiers who salvaged the corpses of the other side.

The soldiers on both sides who salvaged the corpses of their own soldiers in the river also tacitly pushed the corpses of the enemy soldiers floating on the river bank of their own side into the river, and then floated towards the other side's river bank. The corpses of several soldiers pushed by the other side were pulled over.

There is no agreement on the so-called temporary truce. Anyway, the soldiers on both sides are exhausted and unable to launch an attack. The physical and mental strength of the soldiers are on the verge of collapse.

Now both sides are scrambling for rest and supplies, and whoever recovers first will attack first. This seems to have become a well-known thing on the battlefield.

The battlefield is not blindly offensive. The soldiers have no physical strength, no fighting spirit, and no supplies. Even if they insist on attacking, they are just meat buns beating dogs.

Especially in this huge manor, the fields are criss-crossed, and there are too many places where soldiers can hide. If you want to launch a full-scale attack, you need a lot of troops, and there will be a lot of casualties.

In the manor, there are many houses for people to live in, and the terrain is complicated. Neither of the two warring parties has the ability and strength to completely eat or drive the other side out at once.

I saw our own soldiers approaching from a distance, and the allied soldiers who had set up defenses at the entrance of the Hexi Manor asked and answered the password, and then opened the wooden fence to let the soldiers of the Independent Company and the E Company enter the manor.

In the houses on both sides of the river bank, there were rows of corpses of our own soldiers. Most of the corpses were covered with white cloth. If the white cloth was not enough, parachutes were used. Several soldiers were counting the identities of each corpse. Troop number and home address need to be one-to-one, authenticated, and recorded.

The doors and windows of the houses were sealed to prevent wild dogs and cats from entering and eating the corpses.

Some houses far away from the river bank can only be vaguely seen, and there is a faint light from the windows. It is the soldiers lighting the fire in the room to keep warm.

It was still raining outside the house, and the soldiers on both sides of the battle were soaked in the rain for most of the day, without a trace of warmth on their bodies. The weather was cold, and the soldiers were hungry and cold. They gathered around the fire in the house, one by one. Sitting, drinking wine, drinking hot tea, eating compressed food, silently watching the loss of so-and-so in my closest comrade-in-arms.

A huge warehouse, vacated for E Company and Independent Company.

As long as there are combustible things in the warehouse, the soldiers take them to the fire to keep warm.

Several piles of firewood were lit in the middle of the room. Wet wood and fresh branches sizzled in the fire. Black and white smoke billowed in the upper half of the room, and then poured out from the cracks in the doors and windows.

Boiling water was boiling on the fire. The soldiers sat around the fire, took off all their clothes, stretched a long rope in the room, and dried the clothes on it. Everyone held their guns in their arms. In his arms, he held a tea mug in one hand, and stuffed compressed biscuits into his mouth with the other. No one cared if his hands had touched a corpse. Anyway, there was no place to wash his hands. The water at this time was very precious. They were even more afraid to wash their hands in the river. The river was full of corpses, limbs, arms, and internal organs. Except for the soldiers on both sides salvaging the corpses, other soldiers entering the river would be shot and killed by the opponent's snipers immediately.

Zhao Fugui squatted himself into a funny "big" character, let the temperature of the fire warm towards his brothers, made him comfortable with a devilish face, lifted his buttocks and farted, and stood firmly amidst the laughter and curses of the crowd. Sitting down again, Dang continued to wave the big underpants with holes in his hands, covering the hot flames, fanning away the smoky smoke, and drying the big underpants by the way, so as not to curl the hair.

Zhao Fugui was the closest to the fire, and the wet firewood sizzled and steamed, making him sweat profusely all over his face and body, as if he was in a steam bucket, muttering "If you don't have something in your hand to block it, it's really not good, it will burn him..."

"..."

"..."

There was a burst of ridicule from the soldiers of the Independence Company all around, anyway, they said everything...

The clothes hung around by the soldiers were also steaming under the smoke of the raging flames. The smell of sweat, feet, and even blood filled the whole room, and there was even the smell of putrid corpses. .

Anyway, everyone ate and drank without washing their hands, mainly because they didn't have water to wash their hands, so they just wiped their hands on their own clothes.

At this time, they all said that they were not clean, and that they would not get sick after eating.

self-comfort.

Just now, a few soldiers went to fetch water from the well in the manor and said that they found a broken arm covered in blisters floating in the well, without any clothes, and they did not know which side it belonged to.

The soldiers who fetched water ran back angrily. They didn’t tell the story. They just left a message by the well saying that a broken arm fell into the well just now. Later, people didn’t want to fetch water, otherwise the soldiers who drank the water before might have to live. Spit to death.

So the soldiers each poured out half a teacup of water from their marching pots and put them together in the military pot to boil. When the water boiled, each took back half a teacup of water.

Winters and Yan Zhi were sitting by the fire in their underwear. Yan Zhi took two dried cigarettes and lit them, and gave one to Winters. He was snatched away by Zhao Fugui, so Yan Zhi roasted another one, and scolded him in advance, whoever snatches his cigarettes again will be a cuckold.

Sure enough, this trick is so cruel that no soldier is willing to be a cuckold.

Seeing the jokes made by the officers and soldiers of the Chinese Independent Company, Winters felt very warm. He silently baked the shirt half dry, put it on, and then sat by the fire again, squinting and said: We Thank God that we got through this day safely, and I beg him to bless us every day that follows. "

Yan Zhi didn't say anything, God wants to bless too many people, everyone on the battlefield hopes to be protected by God.

Yan Zhi asked Winters: "What do you want to do when the Germans surrender?"

After being silent for a while, Winters looked at the fire in front of him and spit out a few puffs of shredded tobacco: "If I can live until the end of the war, I will find a remote farm and spend the rest of my life in a peaceful and peaceful environment. I don't I don’t want to be rich, I don’t want to be happy, I just want to have a warm home and live happily with my wife and children.”

Everyone silently smoked, warmed themselves by the fire, drank water, and ate compressed food.

No one spoke.

What Winters said was the wish of everyone present.

Do not,
What Winters said is the common dream of every soldier participating in this war.

(End of this chapter)