Rebirth: Romania Rising

"Stop! Stop! I can't write anymore!"

In mid-September, on a crisp autumn day, Victor sat in the open space of the military camp. There was a short wooden table in front of him. He held a pen in his left hand. Next to him were a simple ink bottle and poor quality charcoal ink. A few rough pictures The paper is placed in front of me, and it is already densely covered with words...

Alexey, who was sitting opposite him, stopped and muttered: "I haven't finished what I said yet. Why did it fill up so quickly?"

Victor was troubled by this chatterbox, but there was nothing he could do about it, because he was the one asking for it.It turned out that after Victor's suggestion was adopted by Prince Michael, he ordered that any soldiers in each battalion who wanted to send a letter home could bring their own paper and pen and give it to the officers, and a literate officer would write it on their behalf.At that time, the letters will be collected according to the organization and sent back to Nanjun...

Victor said impatiently: "What you want to say is that now that you have received a land bounty, you can marry her when you return from the war and ask her not to find other men. Other than that, it is all nonsense, so don't say it." It's better to have too many, otherwise your fiancé will be scared away if he finds out that you are more eloquent than her."

This kind of "love letter" is the most troublesome: the soldiers have been away from home for too long, and they want to say a lot, very secretly, and even a little obscenely, so they fall into an embarrassing situation of wanting to say it but not daring to say it, all in Vicki. Duo blushed and held it in for a long time before he could utter a few words.The only exception was Alexey. Victor found that except for the first two greetings in Alexey's letter, the rest was all boasting and flirting. It became more and more unpleasant as he wrote it, and he couldn't write anymore.

He handed Alexei two pieces of letter paper full of writing and asked him to wrap it up himself. Alexei originally knew how to read, but he coyly said that this letter was to be written to his future wife, and he was afraid that he would The handwriting was too ugly, so I asked Victor to help.

It took a quarter of an hour to write.Only then did Victor remember something. "No, she can't read."

"Don't worry about her not being able to understand it. You can ask the village official for help and read out what's written in the letter."

As soon as Victor said this, Alexei suddenly became embarrassed. It would be fine if Alexei knew some secret things. But if he let the villagers know about it, wouldn't he be laughed at to death after he returned?He quickly regretted: "Rewrite, rewrite, I won't say some things!"

"It's too late." Victor waved him away: "If you don't want it, just write it yourself. I won't help you anymore. There are still many people who want to write letters later."

Alexey had no choice but to leave in frustration. After Victor asked him to finish, he also came to help. Among the more than 4 people, about [-]% were literate enough to write letters for others, and Alexey was actually barely able.

"Next!"

After sending Alexei away, Victor raised his hand and asked the people who were waiting in line to come forward one after another. The entire open space of the military camp was filled with excited soldiers. They were standing or sitting, discussing their letters with each other. What to write.

Not everyone is as talkative as Alexey. For example, Anton, who comes from the same hometown, although he has made military exploits, is illiterate.Victor laid out the paper and moistened his pen. After waiting for a long time, Anton was still stammering and looking a little nervous, as if the person he wanted to talk to was sitting across from him.

Thousands of words in daily life, once they are actually turned into sentences in a letter, and the words are ghostwritten by others, it becomes a bit impossible to say.Perhaps in the eyes of Anton, who is not good at expressing himself, writing a letter to the family seems more difficult than charging into battle.

Victor had to persuade him in every possible way before he started talking.But once he said it, he couldn't hold it back. He had to worry about more than just his elderly mother and his newly married wife.

It can be seen that Anton is a very family-oriented person. It is hard to imagine that this soldier as strong as steel can say such tender words.But there were too many words and they were disorganized. Victor could only pick out the important ones to write, and promptly reminded his subordinates who were intoxicated in the narrative that the letter paper was almost full.

At this time, Anton reluctantly stood up, took the wooden slip handed over by Victor, held it carefully in his hand, looked at it upside down, left and right, smiled, and then held it in his arms like a treasure, as if These words will escape if you are not careful.

And the way he looked at Victor changed from expectation and embarrassment to gratitude and reverence.As an intellectual, Victor understood how awe-inspiring such densely packed characters were to a person who had never learned to write.

In fact, it’s not just Anton, there are many soldiers. Originally, those strong men in the army always competed to outdo others in terms of momentum, but when it came to writing letters, their domineering and arrogant disappeared, and everyone became a rubbish. , a cautious boy...

Some people were worried about his parents who were in poor health; some people spent a lot of time talking about their hope to see their newborn son, saying that after returning home from this battle, he would hold his son high and teach him to learn from an early age. Being literate makes him comfortable with food and clothing.

There are also some shy and honest people who stammered for a long time and couldn't speak fluently. It took them a long time to say "Good day, father and mother."But he was a person who was very considerate of other people's feelings. He was afraid of delaying the people behind him, so he said that he would not write anymore. Victor simply stopped writing and said, how about writing it completely for him?

The soldiers loved Victor very much and obeyed him. Of course they nodded in agreement. According to the soldiers' family background, Victor imitated their usual tone and asked about his parents, wives and children with concern.

Then he praised him profusely, saying that he fought bravely and was now a squad leader, supervising ten people in the army.As his parents, I want to be able to hold my head up high at home and no longer have to worry about being bullied by anyone!

After finishing writing, Victor read it to him. After reading it, the honest young man pursed his lips and his eyes were red, and thanked Victor. "Sir, what I wrote is exactly what I wanted to say!"

Someone has said that happy families are all alike, and every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.Victor felt that this sentence was wrong. Happiness and misfortune are often intertwined and it is difficult to distinguish between them.The life reflected in each person's words is also different.

In just one afternoon, Victor quickly understood the happiness and misfortune of his subordinates, as if he had traveled through dozens of different lives.After he stopped writing, the stories of these people still circulated in his mind like a revolving lantern.

At this time, it was almost dark. Gruul, Alexei, and Betif all came over to report that they had written about forty letters each, and all the soldiers in the camp had received their own letters home.Although his arms were sore and a little tired, Victor felt that this hard work was nothing when he saw the soldiers who had frowned and frowned because of homesickness in the past, each holding their own letters from home, showing off to each other and laughing.

After what I wanted to say in my heart was written down in the family letter, everyone's anxiety seemed to be sent away as well. This can be seen as a way to relieve emotions.

"Next, I just hope that with the help of Prince Mihai's relationship, I can convince the governor of Nan County to send these letters to the eighteen counties, hundreds of townships, thousands of villages, and different people in Nan County. In your hand." There is no letter in this world that does not need to be sent.Every letter home is a longing that must be conveyed.

"It's not just letters from home that are arriving."

Victor looked at his subordinates and thought to himself: "I will also take you back with me when the world war ends in the future!"

Like Victor, each of them is swept up in the general trend of the times and cannot help but must participate in one war after another. They may die on the battlefield at any time. This fate seems to never have an end in sight.In the cruel war, they stuck to their identity as warriors, became fierce and violent, and even lost their individuality, trying to become a whole.

But it can be seen from the endless instructions, repeated, and endless inquiries and statements in their home letters.After all, everyone is made of flesh and blood. Amid roughness and heroism, there is also soft humanity and deep family affection. Everyone is unique.Unknowingly, Victor suddenly realized that after he came to this era, when he was with his comrades, he was far more than his family...

Comrades are like relatives, and officers are like friends. This saying has become a reality.In this war that must be lost in history, Heifu not only wants to save his own life, but also tries to save the lives of hundreds of subordinates.

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Except for Victor and his team, who are making faster progress, soldiers from several nearby camps are still queuing up and noisily writing letters home. I'm afraid they will be busy until tomorrow.Victor also heard that Prince Mihai also listened to his advice, personally visited the camp, and personally wrote home letters for several ordinary soldiers in several camps.

Those few people were trembling with excitement. In the eyes of ordinary people, they were royalty, and they were also high-ranking senior officers, but now they lowered their status to greet them, and even kindly wrote letters home to them.And the beautiful cursive calligraphy made them feel that after sending the letter home, it would make the whole family look good!

It can be imagined that Prince Mihai not only made these people die loyally, but also won the military morale of the Third Army.Of course, many people already knew by this time that it was Victor who persuaded Prince Mihai to let everyone write letters home. When Victor went out to use the toilet, he found someone in the camp next door waving to him from afar, smiling and saying hello.

But this time, the smile was full of gratitude, without any joking.Then, he returned to the open space of the military camp where no one was queuing up, sat back in a familiar position, and under the last light of the setting sun, he raised his pen, filled it with ink, and began to write the last letter.

This is his own letter from home: "September has arrived. Victor asked his parents if they were in good health and at home. Everything is going well for his son now. He is already in the capital and has become the guard flag of Prince Mihai of the Hosuolon royal family. Captain of the team, my superiors treated me very well... I have a strong feeling that Europe will be in war again next year..."