"Squad leader, what are you looking at?" In the hot trenches, a German soldier found a grenade ammunition box and sat down, ripped open his collar and kept fanning the wind with his hands.

Although it's already September, the temperature is still very unfriendly, and the heat seems to be taking the time to show its last power.

It's still about 28 degrees, and the heat in Ukraine is still bitter. Fighting in such temperatures is also not an easy task.

Putting away the letter in his hand, the squad leader holding the STG-44 assault rifle had a smile on his face: "There is a letter from home, my wife has received a salary, and she has also received a medal subsidy......"

As he said this, the Iron Cross of the Second Class that he hung on his chest shone in the sun.

The German army's letter transportation, with the increase of transport capacity, also began to gradually spread, from a month or even two months did not necessarily have the conditions to send the rear of the letter to the front, now almost two weeks can be delivered.

This is also an attempt to stabilize the morale of the military, and the top brass of the Wehrmacht is working to improve the treatment of the army at the grassroots level in order to increase the combat effectiveness of the soldiers.

"You are so happy, with a wife and children." The soldier exclaimed enviously, "I heard that you are about to take a vacation, you can go back to see them." ”

Because the attack went so well, this time the mail was transported a few days late. It was supposed to be delivered to the front a few days ago and distributed to everyone, but it arrived today.

"Yes! There are still a few days to go, and if I can accumulate some more merits in the next battle, maybe the vacation can be a little longer. The squad leader stuffed the folded letter into his jacket pocket and said with a smile.

"How's the Russians over there?" Adjusting the STG-44 assault rifle in his hand to a convenient position, the squad leader stood up from the bottom of the trench, patted the dust on his body, and asked.

"It's still the same, they don't fight back, they don't show their faces, it's like they're dead." The soldier sitting in the ammunition box took off his boots, poured the sand inside, and replied.

He had just gone to the forefront to reconnoitre, and found no Rehe anomaly. The Soviets didn't seem to have the slightest intention of fighting back, just standing behind the trenches and passively resisting.

"The more this is the case, the greater the resistance when attacking......" Sighing regretfully, the squad leader shook his head and said.

At this time, the platoon commander came over with a soldier, and when he passed by everyone, he did not mean to get up and salute - at the front, etiquette is not a must.

It is not impossible to insist that the soldiers stand up and salute, but these soldiers who do reluctant things in the battle are likely not to exert their strength to attack or defend.

Moreover, saluting the commander during the confrontation between the two armies can easily attract sniper bullets, or enemy mortar shells......

"Platoon commander!" When his boss came closer, the squad leader who read the family letter smiled shyly and opened his mouth to say hello.

Moreover, he didn't raise his arm to salute the seemingly obvious target.

"In 15 minutes, there will be shelling on the artillery side...... I'm here to deliver orders, we don't participate in the offensive, just be on standby. "Carrying a Mauser 98K rifle on his back, the platoon leader looked much older than the squad leader.

It's no wonder that the squad leader in front of him is only 26 years old, and the platoon leader is 32 years old this year. The two of them seem to be very far apart, one is slightly immature, and the other is already very mature.

Obviously relieved, knowing that he didn't have to participate in the battle later, the young squad leader nodded and asked excitedly, "Do you want to sit for a while?" Platoon leader? ”

"No, I'll inform Class 3! I guess there won't be more than a few minutes left! The platoon commander waved his hand, and in the hastily dug trench, he bowed his head and walked into the distance.

When the platoon commander walked away, several soldiers clenched their fists excitedly and gave each other an excited expression: "Great, you don't have to participate in the battle!" ”

"You can eat something for a while, lie on the edge of the trench and watch a good show!" The squad leader was also very happy, and he was excited that he didn't have to risk going into battle.

A few minutes later, the squad leader soaked the compressed biscuits in cold water when he heard the sound of something huge whizzing overhead.

It was the sound of their own shells flying over their positions and towards the Soviet defenders. The shells flew at a rather fast pace, rubbing and even tearing the air.

Ignoring the loud noise overhead, the squad leader, who had long been accustomed to his own shells, looked indifferently and poked the compressed biscuits in the cold water with a folded aluminum fork and tried the softness and hardness.

And the two recruits who had just been assigned to the front line were not far from him, lying on the edge of the trench, watching the spectacular scene of the baptism of the Soviet positions by shells.

For the first time, they saw such a terrible shelling, and in the distance on the positions on the outskirts of Dnepropetrovsk, they were already covered in black smoke, and they could not see anything clearly.

Before the shelling had completely stopped, the squad leader found that he had finished the compressed biscuits, packed up his lunch box, and found two crumpled pieces of stationery from his backpack.

Although this thing is a welfare distribution, the amount that can be given is really not much-although German production can already meet most of the needs, but the German military high-brass, who are used to living a hard life, still does not want to squander and waste any materials in their hands.

Finding the remaining half of the pencil from his clothes, the squad leader began to write back letters to his wife and children amid the rumbling of cannons.

"Dear Catherine, everything is fine with me at the front. I just ate a compressed cookie and it tasted ...... It's as bad as black bread mixed with sawdust. I know I shouldn't have said that, ten years ago I was so hungry that I didn't even have to eat brown bread mixed with sawdust. ”

"Well, next week I may be able to retire from the front and go to the rear to rest. There was hot water and plenty of food, I was able to eat potatoes, vegetable soup and even a hot bath to wash. ”

"I inquired for a long time, and I heard that my unit was about to be transferred back to Poland to rest in rotation. At that point, I can go back to Germany and see our son, how is that little guy doing? He won't roll over when I'm gone! ”

"I don't regret fighting for the Führer, nor do I regret leaving my beloved home, but I miss you two so much...... God knows, how much I want to go back and spend Christmas with you. ”

"Those damned Russians should have surrendered a long time ago, but they just won't admit their defeat! They lost Moscow, they lost Kyiv, but they just don't want to admit that they have lost the war! But I promise you, Catherine, that next year, I will win the war and go home with you for Christmas! - Love you Frank. ”