We lost that battle.

Later, there were a few more names in the squad leader's notebook, and that was because a few comrades died on the way to the charge, and even the bodies were not recovered, and the superiors sent a few recruits into our class, they seemed to be younger than me, were they voluntary? Or is the Motherland already sending even minors to the battlefield? I do not know.

But the squad leader is still the old squad leader, and this time he didn't die, and gave me the task of bringing new recruits, because he said that I was a "new veteran" or an "old recruit"? I don't remember exactly. Anyway, he said that I had a common language with this group of recruits.

To be honest, I don't want to take them, because I can see in them my old shadows, brave and cowardly.

But there is no way, other people who have really been on the battlefield have long since run away and can't find a figure. I shook my head and had to take the group of soldiers to training. I didn't plan to take them to practice physical fitness or anything, but took them to the field hospital and the place where the corpses were disposed of next to the field hospital, listening to the screams of the wounded soldiers in the field hospital, smelling the burning smell of burning corpses, they collapsed to the ground like I did, and some even vomited directly.

Actually, I'm weak in my legs, after all, I'm a new recruit, but I'll have to endure it.

I'm only doing this so that when they actually come into contact with war, they won't be like they are now. But it didn't seem to be of much use, because they were still lying on the ground in fear when they attacked again, and yes, the fear of death was not overcome by this.

There is bad news and good news for this attack, and the good news is that the old squad leader is not dead, and I am not dead. The bad news is that we have failed again, and the troops have not been able to break through the outer lines of Paris.

I'm starting to wonder if we can win? I asked the squad leader, and the squad leader said to me, "Yes, you see, Paris is in front of us!" "Yes, Paris is in front of you, but why can't you break it?

This situation continued until August, when our last all-out offensive ended in failure and we were ordered to retreat.

Before retreating, I accidentally saw the squad leader standing on a small slope looking in the direction of Paris, we are only 37 kilometers away from Paris, and the city in the distance is already faintly visible, but it seems to be separated by a moat. The Chinese have an idiom, what is it called? Oh, the end of the world, I think that's how it describes the present.

The squad leader just watched Paris quietly, and for a moment I thought he was dead, but he was still alive.

After a few days, I confirmed that the squad leader was dead, because I never saw the optimistic squad leader who used to be happy all day, and now he has never shown such a smile or a word.

No matter how we beat him and scolded him, he was silent, just eating and being in a daze every day.

We were very scared, afraid that the squad leader would just leave, he was a hero, he was a hero who participated in most of the major battles in the war and killed countless enemies, we thought that he would die, we thought about the glory of his departure, we thought that he would die with the enemy, but we never thought that the squad leader would "sacrifice" like this.

Surrendered, we surrendered, and when the news came from the rear, all the soldiers laughed it off and thought it was a joke, but when the company commander and we confirmed the truth of this order, everyone present was silent, although it meant that we no longer had to face death and no longer have to worry about it.

A day later, a group of French soldiers came to our company's station, they had come to receive our surrender, and we lost, albeit at the hands of the officers who were greedy for life and feared death.

The troops lined up for the last time to hand over their weapons to the Frenchman we had beaten him, and I wanted to slit his throat with a bayonet when I saw them swaggering.

Suddenly, the squad leader next to him moved his shoulder, and he looked up in one direction, and I followed his gaze to see that it was a French soldier tearing our flag from the flagpole and stomping on his feet so recklessly.

The squad leader next to me gradually clenched his fists, and I felt that the squad leader had returned.

He roared and rushed at the French soldier, the gun went off, the squad leader stopped, he turned around slowly, blood gushed from his mouth, red and dazzling, just like I saw on the day I first entered the battlefield, it was really annoying.

The comrades-in-arms next to him slowly turned red, and they also let out the same roar as the squad leader, one, two...... Gunshots rang out, and people kept stopping on the charge like squad leaders, but there were more people behind him.

I rushed up and picked up the squad leader from the ground, he was dead, this time he was really dead.

He had a notebook in his hand, and when I opened his clenched hand, it was the one with our names on it. Tears gushed out of my eyes, this idiot, he didn't have the face to meet his former comrades-in-arms, in fact, he didn't have any skills, and he was only the only one left in his previous class.

The book was almost broken by him, and it was also stained red by his blood.

Before I retired from the battlefield, there were already 39 names marked with crosses representing the dead, I opened the book with trembling hands, found the name of the squad leader on the front page, and drew an ugly cross on him, he was finally the same as his brothers, he was the 40th.

I put away the book, the battle was over, we were bare-handed, this battle was doomed to our defeat from the beginning, the comrades of the entire company died close to 1/3, the company commander also died, but we also won, our military flag was snatched out.

I opened the notebook I had just put away, and drew eight crosses in front of the nine names that were left without forks, and our class was the first to follow the squad leader's charge, and the casualties were the heaviest, and I was the only one left in the class.

A few months passed in the blink of an eye, and after returning home, I refused the invitation to stay in the Wehrmacht, but went through the families of the other 48 people in the book, who were poor or rich, but they all had one thing in common, they all lacked a piece.

I didn't dare to stay at their house for long, and every time I visited, I dropped my gifts and ran away.

I was afraid that they would ask me why I was when their loved ones died.

After the war, the German economy was in severe recession, and at the same time many businesses were destroyed, I could not find a job, but I did not dare to go home, and I even asked my comrades in the countryside to tell my family that I had died in the war.

I could only beg on the streets, as a post-war veteran.

I thought I would spend my life like this, and it would be atonement for my sins, for the sins I lived.

Until one day, a young man stood in front of me, and I thought he was the one who gave me alms, but he was just standing there, and I was a little impatient, and glared at him, but he was not afraid of my eyes at all, and he was the same as me, and there was a smell of blood in his body.

"Stand up, soldier." He commanded me.

I pretended not to hear, why did he command me?

"Stand up! Soldier! He yelled at me.

I watched him lose my mind, and the moment he yelled at me, I seemed to see the shadow of the squad leader, and he yelled at me like this, telling me that there was Paris ahead!

I subconsciously stood up straight and stood up in the most standard military posture from when I first met the squad leader.

"My name is Leon and I am a major general in the Wehrmacht. You remember me, even if it was once, you can't forget that you were a soldier! German soldiers never kneel! He reprimanded me loudly.

I bowed my head in shame, but I was shocked that this general was so young!

He pulled a handful of bills out of his pocket, shoved them into my hand, and turned away.

I paused for a moment, then quickly caught up with him, stuffed the money back into his hand, and said seriously: "Mr. Major General, I can't ask for it." I figured it out, the soldiers of Germany would not accept handouts either! ”

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, then he smiled and asked me, "What's your name?" ”

"Ludwig Schröder!" I replied aloud.

"You don't want to accept handouts, so what do you want?" He asked me.

"I want to pick up the gun again!" I replied firmly. He frowned when he heard this, looked directly at me and said, "It's a time of peace, the gun won't be used to kill the enemy anymore, it will make you dirty, have you ever thought about it?" ”

I replied without hesitation: "I have thought about it, what you just said woke me up, German soldiers will not beg on their knees, we will only earn what we want with guns." I hesitated for a moment and continued, "I'm ready to get myself dirty!" ”

He smiled and turned to walk forward, and I knew he had promised to let me be with him, and I hurriedly followed.

Squad leader, I'm on the battlefield again!