East Berlin's June Boat Song

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My performance on the battlefield for the first time impressed the entire Falcon Battalion. I successfully saved the lives of at least [-] comrades in arms. After the whole battle, I was also bruised and wounded, but they were all bloody wounds and a simple bandage would be enough.It seems that the Soviet army still obeyed the battlefield conventions for the medical soldiers, and did not shoot at me, and the only stray bullet bounced to the side by rubbing against the shell of the armored vehicle.

I sorted out my medical equipment and first aid kits in the camp, and gave simple medical treatment to the wounded comrades. When I was able to rest, I felt complacent about the battle that lasted all day, and felt that I had finally been on the battlefield. I became a real man, which is more exciting than sleeping with a few girls.

And I naively thought that the Soviets were really kind to the medics, and I didn't know how stupid I was until the next battle.

The weather is getting colder, and when I sleep in the camp at night, there is always cold wind blowing in through the window cracks, and I can't help coughing.Ron, who had already fallen asleep, got up from the bed and poured me a cup of hot water, and covered me with his coat. I looked at him gratefully. He looked so gentle and warm, not at all like the bloody man in the daytime. warrior.

"Seeing you always makes me feel bad." He sat beside me, the brown pupils in the sunken eye sockets were still bright, shining with love.He stroked my head very lightly, like a poor little animal.

"A child like you should sit in a bright classroom, study French, and recite those beautiful poems." He rolled his eyes and said dotingly: "You are different from all of us. We are murderers." Yes, and you are saving lives."

He lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast shadows, covering the emotions in his eyes, making it difficult for me to see clearly.

I think he should be sad, after all, our battalion lost six more people today.The Elio I knocked out never had a chance for me to sew the scalpel in his stomach, a bullet exploded in his head, and the body was sucked under the tracks of the tank.At that time, I suppressed the discomfort and wanted to step forward to remove the thing that could represent his identity, but Ron took a step ahead and snatched his metal ID card from the blurred pool of flesh and blood.

Ron is very silent, he looks good when he is silent, like the mountains of the Balkan Peninsula in the sun, silently exuding a halo, although I know that it is the blessing of the dim lights in the barracks, which makes him inexplicably a little sacred. .Because Ron usually repulses us from praying, because he said that God didn't want us long ago.

Of course, he would tell me that God still loves Little Rhine.

I reached out and touched Ron's face lightly, it was moist.

In the shadows, it turned out that he was crying silently.I suddenly choked up and wanted to hug him very much, so I opened my arms and hugged him, burying his face in my crooked shoulders.He didn't say no, he needed this hug.

Rhine always knew when to give someone warmth, at least he knew now.

I silently recited a prayer in my heart, for those comrades who passed away not long after I knew each other.

So when I went to the battlefield for the second time, I rushed more vigorously than anyone else.Many years later, I would think, if I could have been a little more rational at that time, had a little deeper understanding of the Soviets and not had benevolent illusions about them, would my life have been much easier in the future.

Maybe I will successfully enter the medical school after the war, become a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded through my love of medicine, and live a stable, peaceful and happy life.I will have my own family with children around my knees, instead of being involved in treacherous infighting, and more importantly, I will not have to witness cruel reality and bloody death time and time again in peaceful times.

If this is the price of meeting love, whether you regret it or not will have to wait for many years.Because I was walking on the battlefield and constantly wrapping gauze and injecting morphine for my comrades, I probably forgot that I was too far ahead, and I was already close to the abandoned trench between the two warring parties, so a shell fell on my side and exploded After that, my whole body flew up, and then I fell into the abandoned ditch with a bang like a bird with a broken wing.

The world was spinning, my head was pounding, and for a moment I thought I was dead.

When my vision gradually became clear and my ears stopped buzzing, I took a few breaths and coughed to prop myself up, but the next second, I was so shocked that I froze in place.

Following a military boot, I saw a slender leg. My eyes moved. The other leg was curled up in the brown-green trousers. I slowly raised my head. It was dilapidated, blood stained with mud and sand, but I caught a glimpse of the captain's shoulder patch in front of me.

In an instant, I realized that in front of me, a Soviet officer was sitting.

Face to face with me, close enough for him to reach out and grab me.

I swallowed and stared at him blankly.

Thought I was scared out of my wits?No, no, most of my shock came from another aspect, because the lecherous Rhine has always been immune to beauties, and this is the first time he has seen such a person in reality.

It's so beautiful...unbelievable.

How can there be such a person?Obviously he was seriously injured and was covered in blood, but the blood on that porcelain-white face was like the red plum in the snow that the ancient East said, which could only add to his beauty and charm.His dark green eyes are like top-grade opals, or high-grade emeralds from Myanmar. No, no gemstone in the world is as bright as one-thousandth of his eyes, even though he is half-closed now, showing a faint expression of enduring pain , but the slightly dejected gaze was a bit blurred and lazy, and it fell on me and made me tremble all over.

I couldn't take my eyes off him, I was fascinated by a tear mole under the corner of his right eye, and I was even more surprised that this Slavic beauty had hair between light gold and silver, sand and gravel. The gravel fell between his hair strands like on a soft and smooth ribbon. Under the gray sky, the indescribable hair actually shone with a holy light. For no reason, the military uniform was already tattered and mixed with mud and dirt. The bloody man is lifted to divine heights.

He was tall but not muscular, with a soldierly charm, but just look at that face, God!This is clearly the prince dancing with the swan in Tchaikovsky's ballet!Noble and ethereal, outrageously elegant.

Holy Son Jesus!How could there be such a person in this world!

Suddenly, he frowned, and I saw a stream of blood gushing out from the gun hole in his ribs.My heart ached, and almost without thinking, I took out a shot of morphine from the medical bag that was supposed to be used on my comrade-in-arms, rushed forward and stabbed him in the arm. Although I still couldn't stop trembling, I The treatment was quick, and the gauze was taken out and wrapped around his chest.

The Mosin Nagant sniper rifle is obviously in his hand, and the officer's gun on his waist can be pulled out in a second, but I don't seem to see it, no, I really can't see it, I can only see him that face.This face that confuses me, induces all my kindness, and now shows a face with an incomprehensible frown, is really amazing.

With a bang, a violent explosion occurred near the trench, and countless sand and sand rolled down. I subconsciously knelt up and held his head in my arms, using my body to resist the sand and gravel that fell on my body that could bring bloodstains.I don't know why I did this, maybe my brain is broken, because when I let go of him and our eyes met, he was still puzzled, and I took out a clean gauze and wiped it affectionately Shed the blood on his pretty face.

"Rhine!"

Just when I fell into his deep lake-like eyes, I suddenly heard Ron's voice calling for me. In an instant, I woke up from that trance state, my pupils tightened rapidly, and I was shocked.Just when he was about to move away from him after waking up, he grabbed my collar so hard that my nose almost hit his cheek, and then he pulled my shirt from under my military uniform. ID card.

The bright red and crystal lips moved silently, and I could vaguely recognize that he was saying my name from the shape of his mouth.

"Rhein Müller."

"Rhein Müller."

"Rhein Müller."

As if afraid of forgetting, he read it three times.

After I reacted, I slapped his hand off in shock and fled.I don't know what will happen if I stay here for another second, God!I'm so crazy, when I saw him say my name just now, the blood on his lips was like raspberry jam, so delicious and tempting that I wanted to take a sip.

I climbed up the ditch, looked back at him deeply, and this beautiful Slavic beauty looked at me, and I said very smartly: "Don't die." But I don't think he can understand German, but I I don't care, now I just want to go to Ron's side, to the side of my comrades-in-arms.

Ron took cover behind a raised mound.He saw me with surprise on his face, straightened up a little and waved to this side. I kept avoiding stray bullets and artillery fire and ran towards him, but I was still tripped by a Soviet man.

The badly wounded Russo grabbed my right foot and sent me falling forward and the shit out of me.When I went to break his hands, I heard some indistinct things in his mouth, and those desperate eyes seemed to beg me to save him.

I was terrified, how terrible it is to be entangled by enemy troops in the middle of a hail of bullets. Ron knew I was in trouble the moment he saw me squirming on the ground, so he slipped out from behind the cover.

He came to me without a hitch, gave the damn Russian a few more shots and I was finally able to break free, and he stretched out his hand to pull me up, while keeping an eye on his surroundings vigilantly.After seeing me stand up, Ron showed a gratified smile.

"Are you all right?"

As soon as the words fell, a gratified smile froze on his gentle face.

With a bang, a blood hole was opened between his eyebrows, and my face was covered with blood.

I screamed, turned around in a daze, and saw a Mosin Nagant sniper rifle erected on the abandoned trench, and those green eyes that I had fallen into were so cold that they were about to freeze me to death.

I suddenly felt dizzy, and subconsciously hugged Ron who was limp.I couldn't cry, I could only growl in a hoarse voice, and the remaining consciousness told me that I had to take Ron's body back, I had to take him back.

So I limped and dragged him toward the rear.

boom!

I felt something split, and the pain came in an instant. I looked down and saw that I was shot in my left leg, and the flesh and blood burst like a scarlet rose. Turning around again, I met those green eyes in disbelief. .

It is rumored that hunters in Siberia can pierce a coin 1000 meters away, and the reputation is well-deserved.

But why?

Why is this so……

Ron's smile in my arms was already stiff, and blood flowed out. I realized that I had done something irreparable and unforgivable.I fell back, feeling like I was about to die, but in fact I was really dead, and it was the innocent and kind Rhine who died.

He passed away at this moment, passed away under the low Romanian sky in August, passed away in the smoky haystack, passed away in the cold eyes of the people he had rescued.

He was determined never to remember who he was once again.