Captain Winter continued to comfort Mr. Haji and Sadam's mother through an interpreter, and a few minutes later, the medic and a small figure appeared in front of several people. Reading Book Artifact.yankuai.

Sadam's mother screamed and pounced, hugging him tightly and asking him questions, and Captain Winter and Mr. Haji followed.

Captain Winter looked up and down for a while, with a yellow scar on his body and a white gauze cloth wrapped around his forehead, and then asked the medics, "Is his injury serious?" ”

"Lieutenant Röntgen said that the child's injuries were fine and that there would be no sequelae. He smeared his wound with iodine, gave him a tetanus shot, and went home to rest for a while. The medic said.

The interpreter translated the medic's words to Mr. Haji and Sadam's mother, who thanked the medics, Captain Winter, and the interpreter incessantly.

Captain Winter lowered his head and looked at Sadamu.

Sa Damu bit his finger and stared at Captain Winter's face with his innocent eyes for a long time, and suddenly muttered timidly.

"What did he say?" Captain Winter asked the interpreter.

"He said he wanted sugar." The translator said.

Captain Winter laughed dumbly, hurriedly took out a plate of chocolate from his pocket, tore open the wrapper, bent down and handed it to Sa Damu.

The moment he took the chocolate, there was a sudden click of the shutter next to Captain Winter.

Captain Winter followed the call and saw a four-eyed sergeant with glasses holding a camera and pressing the shutter incessantly.

The four-eyed sergeant pressed the shutter in his hand and still had words in his mouth.

"It's so warm, it's so harmonious, it's so harmonious"

Captain Winter and the others stared blankly at the four-eyed sergeant, and the four-eyed sergeant didn't realize it, but just took the camera around Sa Damu, and put Sa Damu into the camera one by one with a small expression full of happiness and a chocolate smash.

The four-eyed sergeant slapped for two or three minutes before he stood up straight and satisfied.

Buckling the lens cap and carrying the camera behind his back, Sergeant Four-Eyed pulled out a diary and a pen from his satchel and asked Captain Winter, "Mr. Captain." I am Sergeant Merkel, a war correspondent sent by the Daily People's Observer.

Behind the injuries on this little boy's body, and the fact that you have such a good relationship with him and his family, there must be a heartwarming story to tell. Please tell me that I need this story urgently now, and I hope you will cooperate with my work. ”

Captain Winter saw that Sergeant Merkel was listening attentively. Remembering Major Koch's order to cooperate with the propaganda, I had to talk to the translator and the medic about what had happened.

Sergeant Merkel nodded her head as she took notes, and then interviewed Mr. Haji and Sadam's mother through an interpreter.

Half an hour flew by, and Sergeant Merkel finished the interview, gave Captain Winter a dashing military salute and turned to leave.

Captain Winter chatted with the Sadami family for a few more words, and then said goodbye.

Thinking that I would never have the chance to meet this poor little boy again in the future. Captain Winter found all the snacks he could find and gave them to Sadamu as a farewell gift.

In the early morning of the next day, while Sa Damu, who lived in a relative's house in the city, was still asleep, Captain Winter led his men to follow the whole battalion south and embarked on a new journey.

In the convoy of the 37th Reconnaissance Battalion, Sergeant Merkel yawned in an SDKFZ251 armored car at the end of the convoy.

Sergeant Merkel was physically tired, but mentally excited.

Yesterday, I spent a night carefully writing a manuscript, accompanied by those warm photos, and sent it back to the agency, and then properly made the front page headlines, and finally did not come to Iraq once in vain.

Leaning his head against the wall of the carriage. Sergeant Merkel happily fell asleep.

Two days later, at the headquarters of the People's Observer, the German National Socialist Party's daily newspaper, German Propaganda Minister Goebbels limped into the editorial room and picked up the sample of the newspaper that was about to be published tomorrow.

"The headlines in this issue are very attractive, the photos are detailed, and the story is quite touching, but the beginning of the story is not targeted enough, and the content lacks the appeal of writing, so change it according to my version."

After Goebbels finished writing the book, he rewrote the content of a story and handed it to the editor-in-chief.

The editor-in-chief did not dare to slack off. In a hurry, Goebbels handed over the story changed by his editors, and asked them to reformat it against the clock.

"Mr. Minister, will we make up stories without authorization, will readers question them?" The editor-in-chief asked worriedly.

"Who knows if the story is true or not? Will they go to Iraq to find out? A lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth. You don't have to worry. Goebbels said unconcernedly.

Seeing Goebbels utter his mantra, the editor-in-chief had no choice but to remain silent

At about 10 a.m. the next morning, the Naval Aviation Command in Port Kiel was strewn with corpses and rivers of blood.

Piercing screams and the foul smell of blood filled the space.

Chen Dao squatted on the ground, looking at the blood gushing from the neck of the corpse in his hand with great interest, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Throwing away the corpse in his hand, Chen Dao stood up expressionlessly. Raising the steel knife in his hand, which was still dripping blood, pointed at Captain Nobel and Captain Nietzsche, who were colorless.

"So, what are you waiting for? Bring the last two here yet. Chen Dao stared at the two of them with blood-red eyes and said.

Captain Nobel and Captain Nietzsche glanced at each other, swallowed a mouthful of saliva in unison, hurriedly took out an old hen from the chicken coop, and carried it to Chen Dao's side despite the old hen's desperate struggle and howl.

Chen Dao pinched the neck of an old hen with his left hand and carried it in the air, bit the kitchen knife in his mouth, and with his right hand, he quickly ripped off the chicken feathers on the hen's neck, and then picked up the kitchen knife and swung it at the hen.

The cold light flashed, blood splattered, and the clucking of the old hen immediately echoed in the backyard of the cafeteria.

Chen Dao casually threw away the old hen that was still struggling, snatched the last old hen from Captain Nietzsche, and a moment later, there was another ghost in the backyard of the canteen.

It took a morning to slaughter a hundred chickens, and Chen Dao's heart was full of a sense of accomplishment.

"Tell the canteen that the chicken feast in the evening must be the most important task on Christmas Eve. I'll just say one word, delicious, plenty of it. ”

"Report to the commander, these are two words, not one word." Captain Nobel said honestly.

"Captain Nobel, has anyone ever said you lack a sense of humor?" Chen Dao asked.

"Nope." Captain Nobel shook his head and said.

"Now there is. I was the first and I am very honored to do so. ”

Chen Dao walked away with two followers behind his back, leaving only chicken feathers everywhere in the backyard of the canteen.

After killing a hundred chickens, Chen Dao felt that the devilish impulse in his heart had been dissolved a lot.

Back to the office. Sitting on the chair behind the desk, Chen Dao saw the People's Observer daily newspaper on the table at a glance.

Chen Dao's gaze fell on the cover of the newspaper, which occupied an entire page of photos.

A German officer, looking at the epaulettes that looked like a captain, took a piece of chocolate and handed it to a little boy with a bandage on his head.

The little boy holds chocolate in both hands, innocently with big eyes full of laughter and happiness.

Next to them stood two German soldiers and two indigenous people, a man and a woman. The four of them smiled at the warm scene between the German captain and the boy.

The feeling of this photo is so harmonious that you can feel it through the paper.

Curious, Chen Dao flipped to the back of the front page of the newspaper and saw a series of photos, almost all of which were about the happy smiling face of a little boy eating chocolate.

The photographs are interspersed with text that tells the tragic life of a little boy.

The boy's name is too long, skipping the boy's mother when he was still pregnant, his father died in an accident, leaving an orphan and widow to live with the kind Uncle Haji, and life was very difficult.

Three days ago, Uncle Haji drove the mother and son in a donkey cart to the city of Tikrit.

Tikrit? The name of the place may seem familiar.

Chen Dao thought about it for a while, and then continued to read the content of the story.

On the way to the market, the donkey cart in which the three people were riding unfortunately encountered an evil British reconnaissance plane. The inhumane British pilots flew the planes and dived over the donkey carts, scaring the donkey carts for fun.

The donkey pulling the cart was frightened and ran wildly, throwing a family of three under the car, and the poor child with the name too long was the most seriously injured, not only with multiple abrasions on his body, but also hit his head with a stone when he fell from the donkey cart and was seriously injured.

The 37th Reconnaissance Battalion of the German 7th Panzer Division happened to pass by the scene of the incident, drove away the British reconnaissance plane, rescued a family of three, and took them to the city of Tikrit for treatment.

The poor child was treated by Dr. Yankuai and was diagnosed with a concussion. It is likely to leave sequelae.

The German captain who handed the chocolate to the child whose name was too long was Captain Winter, the commander of the second company of the 37th Reconnaissance Battalion.

After reading the story, Chen Dao had a trace of doubt in his heart, although the British army was the enemy of Germany, but I have to say that the British - the army. In particular, the military discipline of the army from the British mainland is quite strict, and I have not heard of any disturbances to the people.

Perhaps the British pilot, a scum from a colonial area or a Commonwealth country, was shameless to harass civilians for fun.

Chen Dao read the story several times, and felt that the urge to kill in his heart had dissipated a lot, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Whenever I see the innocent smiling face of the child. Ben Bandit felt that there was still hope in a world of chaos and carnage.

The child's innocent smiling face, coupled with this positive energy story, even the devil's impulse in the heart of this bandit has been suppressed, and it has to be said that it is a typical healing story. ”

Captain Winter, and the Chen Dao's gaze turned to the boy's name again.

And this Sadam. Root. Hussein. Root. Majid. Al. The Tikrite children are all meritorious heroes, and I must uh, scatter big wood! Uh, Hussein! Uh, Tikrit!

The appearance of the three key words instantly opened up Chen Dao's long-sealed memories.

The god of fate wouldn't be playing with me, would he? Could it be the one who sprinkled the wood? Chen Dao suddenly became suspicious.

Chen Dao touched his chin and pondered for a few minutes, then took out the same dusty diary from the drawer, and first picked up a pen and wrote down the big wood. Hussein, Captain Winter and Tikrit are a few key words, and then writes:

Without this bandit, in all likelihood, someone and a bald man will establish a "Greater Middle East Co-Prosperity Sphere" in the Middle East.

With Ben Bandit, Germany will build a harmonious society in the Middle East.

Spreading positive energy is the unshirkable responsibility of this bandit!

Chen Dao put away his diary, flipped through the calendar, and saw that it was December 22.

During Christmas, I want to give Qiu Fatzi three consecutive blows of love, and tomorrow is the day when the first blow is issued.

Qiu Fatty, ask for more blessings! Chen Dao was very sincere in his silence for Churchill. (To be continued.) )xh118