[European style] go home

"What a coincidence, it seems that it's our company's turn to escort you this time." Captain von Kagneck looked at me with a smile, "How are you doing these days?"

"So-so." I try to avoid his gaze, even though I love those beautiful blue eyes so much.Since the last time I was caught in a drunken embarrassment, whenever I think of him, my face is bound to be flushed.He must think I'm funny and stupid!

Excessive anxiety can easily make my bladder start to swell. I feel that I must find a place to solve my physical problems, but seeing the long queue at the camp toilet door has stretched to several meters away, I have no choice but to abandon the norms of civilized society. Re-experience the life of primitive people again.

"Sorry, I can't take it anymore." I said a word to Captain von Kagneck, and ran straight into the woods outside the camp.There, under a tall birch tree, I unbuttoned my pants and freed myself.After the sound of running water, I let out a long breath, tidied up my clothes and pants, and prepared to walk back.At this time, there are still 10 minutes before the assembly.

At this time, I felt extremely relaxed, and even hummed a little tune softly.But my short-lived joy was quickly cut off by what happened next-just as I was about to walk out of the woods, a gunshot suddenly sounded behind me, and a bullet passed me and passed through the leaves. There was a startling "whoosh" sound.

I was completely terrified by this sudden sneak attack.For a long time, maybe up to 2 minutes, I stood still and didn't dare to move.I moved my neck back millimeter by millimeter, for fear that a large movement would kill me.

Guerrillas... yes guerrillas!They took advantage of the absence of our main force to sabotage our camp!At that moment, I wanted to rush inside and yell for everyone's attention, but I couldn't. Fear had taken over my heart, and I didn't even have the courage to take a small step.Who can help me!I shouted in my heart, but my mouth seemed to be sewn shut, and I couldn't say a word.

I will eventually pay the price of my conscience for my cowardice.During the few minutes I was hesitating, there was a loud noise in front of me, and then the sky was filled with flames wrapped in thick smoke, reducing the visible range of the barracks to the minimum. Out of the smoky ruins, I quickly realized that the other party had blown up one of our trucks transporting shells.

The ensuing heat and debris slapped me hard, but I felt only one-hundredth of the force of the grenade outside the blast range.Gosh, Erich, Carl, Sergeant Gowers...are they all right?Hope they don't get hurt!As for the worse outcome, I never want to think about it.

By the way, there is also Captain von Kagneck, I don't know if he was hit by shrapnel... I finally overcame my worries and ran forward quickly.When I was about to enter the camp, someone grabbed my wrist and asked me in a worried tone, "Albert, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, how about you?" I asked him anxiously.

"A little injury, but nothing." His finger was cut by shrapnel, and a stream of bright red blood flowed out.

"We have to go save them!" I said.

"Of course, but we also want to find out where the guerrillas are hiding." He straightened the brim of his hat as he replied, untied the leather holster of the gun bag on his waist, and took out a small and exquisite Luger pistol. , looking around vigilantly.

"Come here! The machine gunner is about to start shooting!" someone shouted to us in front of us.Only then did I realize that order was quickly restored in the camp. Some people were assigned to put out the fire, and some were assigned to take care of the wounded. Everyone picked up their rifles and spread out under the cover of firepower, looking for The culprit behind this sabotage.

There were bursts of wailing sounds from the crowd, because this sound was too familiar to me, so I immediately rushed to the innermost part of the crowd, and sure enough, this crying wounded soldier was It's my friend Erich!He was seriously injured in this attack, a huge hole was blown out of his thigh, blood was dripping on the ground continuously, it looked shocking.

"Erich!" I stepped forward to give him a comforting hug, but was stopped by the medic.They quickly treated his wounds, and then carried him to a stretcher to a field hospital not far away.I watched their backs leaving in a hurry, and I could only pray for his smooth recovery.

"He'll be fine." Captain von Kagneck patted me on the shoulder to reassure me. "Let's go find the guerrillas together."

So I picked up my rifle and walked into the birch forest that covered the sky and the sun again.At this time, the trees that usually look cute and friendly also become hideous because they are the accomplices of those "sons of bitches" guerrillas.Leaning against the paper-smooth white bark of a tree, I tried to suppress the anger and panic in my heart so that I wouldn't be here screaming at the sky.I felt like a circus animal being played around, whose emotions were all controlled by the other party.Those guerrillas hiding in the dark have the absolute initiative, as long as they want to, they can shoot me at any time.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down.I must avenge my friend.It's funny how I'm laughing at the act of retribution in the morning, only to do the same thing an hour later.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the thin and dense branches swayed left and right in the air, making a Satanic sound when they collided, which made my body tremble.Suddenly, the unique sound of heavy footsteps stepping on the snow came from not far behind me, which made me immediately turn around and raised my rifle. Pointing the gun there, I shouted: "Who is it?"

As soon as the words fell, a gunshot pierced the silence in the forest, startled a few crows perched on the canopy, and then something fell to the ground.I'm sure I'm in a cold sweat, who fired the shot?Who is it that fell?Is it us, or the guerrillas?This gunshot opened the prelude to this fierce fight in the forest. The next moment, frightening voices sounded everywhere in the originally peaceful birch forest, like the order of death, leading people to death.

I took two tentative steps forward, but my attempt was obviously clumsy and ridiculous, and when I took the third step, I tripped over a stump under my feet.I rolled twice in the snow like a snowball, and fell face down on the white snow, and my rifle was thrown two meters away from me by this accident.

I must stand up and get my weapon back.I put my hands on the ground and straightened up, but suddenly I caught a pair of sharp gray eyes in the bushes.Those eyes were bloodshot, and it looked like his master was exhausted; but the look in his eyes was extremely sharp and frightening.And at this moment, he was staring at me closely.

I sat up slowly and watched his every move.Just as I was about to stand up, one of his eyes was suddenly replaced by a gun barrel aimed firmly at me!My heart was in my throat, but I must not surrender, God knows what would happen to me if I fell into the hands of the guerrillas!Up to now, maybe fate has already planned everything, it's just that a fool like me wants to go against it.I closed my eyes, bracing for the oncoming hail of bullets.I just hope my parents won't be too sad when they receive my suicide note and death notice...

"Bang!" There was a gunshot, followed by the sound of a body falling on the snow.But miraculously, I didn't feel any pain.I opened my eyes, and the barrel of the gun in front of me disappeared at some point; and behind me stood Walter von Kagneck with his pistol raised!

"Wal. Te!" I didn't care about everything else, I threw myself into his arms and cried, repeating his name mechanically in my mouth, "Wal. Te, Wal. Te... "

"It's all right, Albert." He gently stroked my black hair with his hand, "It's all right..."