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In November 1904, the war was expanding every day. As a British self-governing territory (the Peace of Paris in 1763 made Canada a British colony), Canada automatically declared war on Germany when Britain declared war on Germany. Because diplomacy and war are a symbol of a country's sovereignty, Britain declared war on Germany, and all British colonies automatically declared war on Germany, including India. The colonies of France are the same, so in this world war, the battlefield is not only limited to Europe, but all the people of the colonies of Britain, France, and Germany are automatically involved in the war.

In early November, a Canadian expeditionary force of about 150,000 men arrived in England to cross the English Channel to replenish the British expeditionary force that had fallen to the ground. An Indian regiment of about 300,000 men also reached Flanders, Belgium. Therefore, the Schlieffen plan was seriously flawed, greatly underestimating the consequences of the British army's entry into the war, and once Britain decided to unite France and Germany to go to war, Germany could not solve the war quickly.

At the same time, 200,000 black legions from the French colonies in Africa also drove to Flanders. The German armies of the three groups and the millions of Allied troops were also bogged down in a protracted war in Ypres.

At the request of the French, the Russian Grand Duke Nicholas sent two army groups across Poland to Silesia, and the war on the Eastern Front quickly heated up. After Hindenburg and Ludendorff drove the Russian army out of East Prussia, Hindenburg was appointed commander-in-chief of the war against Russia by Kaiser Wilhelm II, and Ludendorff continued to serve as Hindenburg's chief of staff. They quickly sent the newly formed Ninth Army. Supporting Conrad's Austro-Hungarian army, which was defeated by the Russians in Galicia.

After the defeat of the Russians, they continued to retreat after passing through Poland, while the Germans pursued them relentlessly. At first, the Russian army wanted to withdraw to the city of Lodz to resist, but the Germans launched another fierce attack and drove them away, and the Russian army lost 100,000 people in this battle. The Germans pursued the Russian army to about 48 kilometers east of the city of Lodz, and also captured 160,000 Russian soldiers.

Heinrich, the famous photographer of the Führer. Hoffmann, too, was following the Germans. Hoffmann was born in 1885. At the age of 23, he worked as a photographer in Munich from 1908 after the outbreak of the war. He worked as a photo journalist for the German army, and with the German Ninth Army came to the Eastern Front, where he witnessed the brutality of the battlefield.

Hoffmann was only a warm and cheerful young man who followed a group of German troops in pursuit of the defeated Russians. When arriving in a village in Poland. It was already dark, and he was already exhausted, and the military boots on his feet had worn out his socks and gave off a foul smell.

Hoffman took off his socks, and one of his companions, Rossed, advised him not to throw them away, as it would be uncomfortable to walk barefoot in shoes. Rosseed was a sniper who was tasked with protecting Hoffman.

Hoffman gestured to the boot he had just taken off. Smiled and said to his companion, "Man, don't worry about me. We can go to the homes of those Poles in a moment and find some shoes and socks, as long as they are friendly enough. ”

Roossed was amused by Hoffmann's words, and the grim-faced German commander Vadolisi was also attracted by their laughter, and looked at the two optimistic young men. Captain Vadolisi didn't say anything and continued to tense the surroundings of the village.

The village is surrounded by low pine forests, and no one would have believed that there were still people living in the village if there were a flurry of dog barking from the arrival of strangers.

The Germans walked to a fairly intact house, the door of which was made of hard, not ordinary wood, and which was carved in many strange Slavic scripts. There were a few deep bullet marks on that wooden door! Captain Wadolisi and two German soldiers leaned against the earthen wall next to the door, each checked the bullets of the Mauser and the grenade on his waist, counted to three in sign language, and then kicked open the door and broke into the house, followed by Hoffman and Roshidede.

Compared to the cold air outside, the room was warm, there was a boiling stove, and on top of the stove was an iron kettle with a long spout, and the water in the pot was almost dry, and white steam was bubbling out of the spout.

Captain Vadolisi did not put his gun down, but continued to walk slowly towards the inner room, trying not to make a sound from his footsteps.

Hoffman opened a door on the right, and as he cast his gaze on a corner of the ground, a puddle of blood appeared in the corner of his eye.

It was a large piece of coagulated blood, a little blackened, and the owner of the pool of blood was a Polish girl who looked fifteen or sixteen years old, she looked very simple, her clothes were torn, a pair of petite ** were exposed, hanging weakly, and the bright blue eyes, under the dim and simple kerosene lamp, seemed to be looking at Hoffman with resentful eyes. Not far from her room, lay her two men, presumably her brother and father, both dressed in Polish peasant clothes, lying in pools of blood.

The beautiful girl was shot and killed from behind, and three times in a row, the bullets hit the lungs, abdomen and shoulders, and the ground was covered with her blood, she should have struggled for a while before she died, she should have wanted to crawl to the door of the room to ask her brother and father for help, but before she reached the door, she was breathless, and the belongings in the room were also looted.

Hoffman was stunned by the picture in front of him, he couldn't speak for a long time, he didn't know what to say, and the camera in his hand didn't press the shutter for a long time, maybe at this moment, silence is the best option.

Captain Vadorisi was now convinced that there were no more Russian soldiers in the room, put away his gun, and walked into the door of the room where Hoffmann was with a solemn expression, and he also saw the Polish girl lying on the ground unconscious, shook his head, and scolded in crude German: "These damned inferior Slavs!" Not worthy of being a soldier. ”

Rossed walked into the room, half-crouched on the floor, and with his black right hand he held the girl's slender, white left hand, rubbing it in the palm of his hand, and in a few moments Hoffman heard his sobs.

Hoffman wondered why Roskind had shown extreme grief in front of the Polish girl he had met, who had died so many in the German army. I didn't see him say anything.

Hoffman walked over and patted Rossed on the shoulder, which was comforting, and Rossed sobbed, "I think of my sister." She's about the same age as this girl, and their big eyes, really resemble, and I want to go home right away. ”

Captain Vadorisi also came over to comfort Roshide at this time: "Don't worry, I'll catch those bitch Russians and let them taste my bullets!" ”

"God testifies that I will never forgive those vile Slavic savages." The anger and injustice in Roshide's eyes were fleeting. Transformed back into the calm and calm sniper. He slung the gun back to his shoulder and walked to another room in front of the captain.

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew. The kerosene lamp went out, and there was a bang outside the door. It was dark all around. Captain Vadorisi stood up and reminded the Germans to be vigilant,

In the dark. Any wind and grass will make them feel creepy. Because it is highly likely a sign of the beginning of the battle.

Everyone in the room had their own guns and checked that their outfits were secure. The machine gunner next to Hoffman carefully aimed the machine gun at the door, and the loader of the machine gun, with the machine gun belt wrapped around his body, also slowly lifted the ammunition box from the ground.

Captain Vadorisi drew a dagger from his belt, the blade of which gleamed with a cold glow in the night. Later, it turned out to be a false alarm, with a black wild cat running outside the door.

Hoffman and Rossed they dug a pit and buried the Polish girl's family in their backyard.

That night, neither of Hoffman nor the others fell asleep in the house. They use their singing to hide their inner turmoil: "When the weeds of the field turn yellow." Everywhere we had great places to hunt......"

Hoffman was silently weeping in his bed, and several lives passed quietly before his eyes. Death was so close to him that he was at a loss. Although along the way, Captain Wadorisi often said that the soldiers of the German Empire should learn to endure cold, heat, hunger and fear!

At dawn the next day, Hoffman and his team got up early and continued to pursue the Russians. In the birch forest, about five miles outside the village, they found a group of Russian soldiers, about a hundred men, many of them lying on the ground sleeping.

Directly in front of Hoffman's ranks, less than two hundred meters, was the first line of defense of the Russians. There were three or four Russian troops hiding in foxholes, unaware that death was already close to them.

Captain Vadorisi poked the glittering dagger at his waist into the dirt in front of one of the grenadiers, and pointed to a Russian soldier crouching in a foxhole, motioning for them to crawl over and quietly kill the Russian outposts.

The grenadier put down his backpack full of grenades, took the submachine gun on his back, and crawled forward with the captain Vadorisi with the dagger in his mouth.

The three or four Russian soldiers crouching in the foxholes, some of them were smoking, barely keeping their sleepy eyes open, and looking defenseless.

The moment they turned, two black shadows leaped up from behind them, slashing their throats with sharp daggers, and they fell to the ground like a frozen stake. Then, Hoffman heard a small wail and scuffle, and the captain Vadorisi quickly took out the Russians.

So, the Germans slowly approached the Russian army, and finally surrounded them, and their group's machine guns opened fire, and a series of slender fires swept over the sleeping Russian rout, and the Russians woke up completely, chattering in Russian that Hoffman did not understand, and began to fire back from their bunkers. Some bunkers are fallen dead trees.

The Russians opened fire with a variety of weapons, and the mound where Hoffman was located was almost buried by the dirt kicked up by bullets and bombs.

Hoffman was frightened and lying behind the machine gunner, and he saw the grenadiers and the corpse of a Russian lying outside the foxhole, and in front of the arrow-shaped Russian trench there were five or six foxholes, all of which were full of Russian troops.

Captain Vadorisi angrily scolded: "These Slavic idiots, artillery brothers, kill them!" ”

Soon, the dull roar of the cannons behind Hoffman and the ziz of shells tearing through the air resounded through the sky.

The Germans charged the positions of the Russians, and under the cover of machine gunners and grenadiers, captain Vadorisi rushed with several infantry to the nearest foxhole to the Russians.

Sniper Roshide adjusted the angle of his rifle and impatiently aimed at the Russian soldiers in the bunker. Soon. Roskind killed three Russian troops. The Russian soldiers in the five foxholes were afraid of being fired by the Germans, and after a while, they all retreated. They did not have artillery support in the rear and did not dare to fight the Germans for a long time.

However, there are also Russian troops who are very brave in covering the evacuation of their comrades, and the German army also has many combat groups to attack and outflank the flanks of the Russian defense line again and again, and the result is often that the corpses of more than a dozen German soldiers are added to the positions of the Russian army.

The wind is cold. Fallen leaves rustle in the wind on the ground. In this wooded confrontational offensive, the war is presented in the most shocking, bloody, and visually striking way, and Hoffman holds up his camera. He recorded a tragic scene as if he had returned to the Napoleonic era, when hordes of French soldiers launched waves of fierce attacks on the Slavs in the snowy city of Moscow. Soldiers from both sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat under the city. They fought bravely with swords and muskets in their hands.

But at this time, the Germans were not French, they had artillery. The French army was crushed by the Slavs in Moscow, but the German artillery rang out, and the Slavs were powerless in the face of the artillery, and the Germans then strode to catch up with the scattered and fleeing enemies, giving them a fatal blow.

When it was completely dawn, the battle ended. The vast land is littered with corpses of Russian troops. But all the German troops also had no intention of cherishing the beauty of the countryside in spring. None of them had slept well the previous night, except for the tragic fate of the Polish girl's family, some of the wounded were rolling over in bed in the middle of the night or making suffocating moans, and two or three of their comrades who had died were carried out by the medics, who were painfully killed. The Germans began to clean up the battlefield and carry the wounded Germans to the medics for rescue.

The advancing Germans were not always in an offensive position, and the Russians sometimes suddenly turned around and counterattacked.

Two days later, Hoffman's regimental headquarters reached a large trench. He and Roshide arrive at a large low trench, which Rohersed tells Hoffman that is called a communication trench and that scouts will use it for reconnaissance missions. Around them, other units were already in place, soldiers who were closer to the forward positions than Hoffman's regimental headquarters, trying to fortify their bunkers. Hoffman took several photos of young soldiers reinforcing their bunkers in the trenches. They were all disgraced and disgusted with war.

Captain Vadorisi, who later went to the trench, explained: "This time we are the defenders, they are the attackers. ”

Hoffman walked along the trench on the right, and many of the same soldiers as Rossed were looking for their positions and battle positions. Ten minutes later, they arrived at a bunker full of ammunition boxes.

The sergeant major here stopped Hoffman with a camera around his neck and called him, "Hey, stop walking around. The Russians will attack here at any moment. We're all going to fire at anything that belongs to the Russians, who are the worst bastards in the world. ”

Hoffman smiled and said, "Sir, I see!" ”

A young soldier with a rifle next to Hoffman asked the sergeant major with a pale face: "When will the Russians attack?" ”

The sergeant major replied impatiently: "Anytime, stupid! If you have a question like this next time, then I'm going to kick your ass mercilessly! ”

The soldier turned his head unconvinced, looked back to the position ahead, and Hoffman took a picture of his back.

In the evening, some of the soldiers who had been called up were responsible for bringing cigarettes and food to the soldiers in the trenches, and the captain Wadorisi said to Hoffman, "Cigarettes and cans are a sign that the attack will begin in half an hour." ”

Vadolisi was right, and half an hour later, the Russian army, like a swarm of ants, pounced.

The task of the Wadolici squad was to cover the German troops in the counteroffensive.

That afternoon, German artillery opened fire first, and thick smoke and dust rose from the Russian positions. As soon as it got dark, a German assault squad of several hundred people took advantage of the night to crawl out of the trench and touch the positions of the Russian troops.

In a moment of confusion, the commandos who had touched the front of the Russian positions opened fire! Then the silence of the night was shattered by the sound of gunfire, grenades, and Russian screams from both sides.

The Russians were completely caught off guard by the surprise attack of the Germans, and the assault squad threw incendiary bombs on the Russian vehicles. These incendiary bombs destroyed a lot of Russian equipment, and also burned a lot of Russian troops.

Those who succeeded in the raid quickly turned around and retreated to their positions. There was irrepressible excitement on their faces. This nighttime sneak attack angered the Russians, who decided to take revenge on us at dawn.

In the early hours of the next morning, the Russian offensive began with the sudden rumbling of artillery and dazzling fire on the positions of the Russians.

Hoffman saw the captain Vadorisi desperately climb to the bottom of the trench. A dense rain of bullets smashed down on the German positions, and the trenches were littered with the wounded who had been shot and screamed for death.

Although this was not the first time Hoffman had faced such a scene, he was still so frightened by the boundless artillery fire that he lay on the ground and did not dare to move.

The Germans held out in the trenches for two days, during which they were two. The Russians frequently launched combined infantry and cavalry attacks on the Germans, as well as artillery shelling. The Russian army attacked for a day and broke through the first line of defense of the German army.

In the evening. The Russians tried to tear open the second line of German defense, but all three of their attacks ended in failure. The remaining German soldiers regrouped in various craters. Everywhere was shrouded in smoke and dust, and the ruins were littered with the corpses of German soldiers.

Hoffman was in the trench, exhausted by extreme tension. There is already nothing left there. Except for some smoke and strewn corpses. The rain of bullets and the scenes of flesh and blood on the battlefield have subverted his worldview and outlook on life countless times.

Hoffman's position was filled with thick smoke. He continued his way to the second line of German defense with his camera, when he tripped over a corpse lying in the middle of the road. It was then that Hoffman realized that he had no weapon in his hand, and he picked up the Mauser next to the corpse and began to run.

Then, a few shells streaked white light in the night sky, and Hoffmann fell headlong into a large crater in which three young German soldiers, all of whom were just as frightened as he was. Glowing eyes were staring at the dark horizon to the west.

There was a burning fire everywhere, which made Hoffman feel even more dizzy. Hoffman watched with horror at the brutal battle in front of him. A tall Russian soldier fell at his feet, clutching his chest and gasping for air, unaware that a German soldier with a rifle was standing in front of him. The moment he realized that the situation was not good, the cold bullet had already made intimate contact with his forehead, and the eyes of the Russian soldier before his death were full of words of despair, fear and weakness, and his antics all proved his cunning and insidiousness.

Hoffman didn't know how long he had been there, and he didn't know what to do next. To the north of their position, the whole area seemed to be on fire.

Hoffmann decided to leave the crater where he was hiding, hunched over and ran like a madman towards the rear positions of the German army, where a group of people were bandaging a man.

There was an acquaintance of Hoffman, who did not recognize him, and stopped him, and asked with great concern: "Hoffman, my friend, where are you from?" ”

That acquaintance was none other than Captain Wadorisi, who had been wounded in the arm in the battle, and he had been moved by the medic to a safe place in the rear, where he and dozens of other wounded were waiting to be taken to the field hospital.

Hoffman's head, still not freed from the dizziness caused by the shelling, looked at him stunned, and then said, "I don't know...... I don't really know what's going on...... All the people there died, and I crawled out of the pile of dead people. ”

Two days later, German reinforcements arrived, and the Russians had to retreat, and Russian artillery fire was fired indiscriminately at the German positions and the surrounding rear farther away. The pitch-black canopy was torn apart by a bright explosion. From the defense to the offensive of the German army, Hoffmann actually did not react to what was happening at all, only the roar of machine guns was heard, and the wailing of hundreds of people.

The Germans around Hoffman joined the battle, reloading their machine guns and pursuing the Russians. Rosomed began to apply a bayonet with a dark brown wooden handle to his rifle and went after a few Russian troops with a group of German troops.

They arrived at a wooden house, in which five or six Russian troops were trapped. Rossed bravely rushed to the door and stabbed the wooden door with a bayonet. After about a dozen pokes, a hole the size of a bowl finally appeared in the wooden door.

One of the Germans beside Roshide looked inside, and almost as soon as he reached the plank, a dull gunshot came from inside.

The back of the German soldier's head immediately burst with a cloudy cloud of red and white fluid. Warm blood squirted onto Roshide's face.

When Rossed heard the gunshots, he immediately rushed into the wooden house and fired two shots into the house, and the foreheads of the two Russian soldiers were pierced through the back of the head by bullets. A shocking bloody hole was left in the back of the head. The two Russian soldiers who escaped from the house were also killed by the Germans who caught up.

One of the remaining Russian veterans in the room, bearded and unkempt, about forty years old, with fear in his eyes, had already lowered his rifle. Squat on the ground with your head in your hands.

Seeing that the Russian GIs had given up their resistance, Rossid also lowered his gun. Walking over slowly, trying to capture him, Roskind did not notice the strong murderous aura of this Russian prisoner. As Rosead approached, the Russian veteran, who was crouching on the ground, suddenly stood up. A dagger was pulled out of the back of his neck. One hand gripped the hilt of the knife behind his back, and then strangled Roshide's neck with a thick arm.

Rochoed's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver, and no one noticed Roshide's dangerous situation at this time while pursuing his comrades in the Russian army outside.

Roshide's face was covered with sweat and his throat was burning like fire, a condition that severely hindered the high-speed functioning of the central nervous system of the brain. The strong sense of oppression caused him to instinctively close his eyes and silently beg God to do his due role as Savior at this time. But to no avail, Rosomed made a final revolt. The rifle with the bayonet in his hand pierced the boot of the Russian veteran, and the sharp bayonet pierced the boot of the Russian veteran at once. His body trembled slightly in pain, and the hand around Rochoed's neck relaxed, and the ghostly dagger fell to the ground.

Sensing that this was an opportunity to kill the other party, Rossed quickly picked up the dagger on the ground and slit the throat of the Russian veteran. Then, Rosomed gasped for breath and squatted on the ground and coughed violently.

Putting on a heavy steel helmet and carrying a Mauser rifle, Roalsed recounted this personal experience while walking with Hoffman, and said: "From now on I will never be merciful to any enemy, because it would be irresponsible for my own life." ”

Hoffman took a breath of conversation and fell into a deep silence. However, to Hoffman's surprise, some local Polish peasants, who were very attentive to the German wounded scattered here, the women in the farmhouses, often cooked hot meals for the German soldiers. They told Hoffman that they often lent their houses to German soldiers. The locals hated the Bolsheviks of 1905, many of whom were evicted from their farms and forced to work in communes without pay. Moreover, the discipline of the Russian army is very poor, and it often burns, kills, and plunders, which is inferior to the German army. A stocky middle-aged woman also said that she had killed a "Teuton" who had attempted to rape her. This was very comforting to Hoffman. Hoffman photographed them, and the peasants grinned with yellow teeth.

Sometimes the Germans occupied cities and encountered Russian partisans, and sometimes half of the inhabitants of a village were disguised as partisans, who pretended to welcome the Germans on the surface, but behind their backs they carried grenades and explosives bags, and took advantage of any opportunity to demand the lives of German soldiers.

Hoffmann saw with his own eyes the wreckage of several German Army cars and several mud-stained corpses of soldiers. He couldn't bear to take pictures.

In the end, Roshide was also killed, having been killed by a group of Russians in a hand-to-hand combat with Russian soldiers. Their regiments were stationed at one of the designated supply points, and three regiments were responsible for guarding against a Russian attack. There was a division-sized fuel depot with large quantities of fuel and ammunition. The two infantry battalions sent by the division headquarters to guard the oil depot were intercepted by the Russian army halfway and failed to arrive on time.

It was so cold that many of the soldiers were covered in chilblains and wounds, and Roshide and his men blatantly violated the lighting regulations by lighting a bonfire in a field of the oil depot to keep warm.

Some of the officers involved in the process had questioned this: the terrain around the garrison was dominated by low hills, and there was a small river further from here, and the situation on the other side of the river was unknown, and if the artillery on the other side of the river discovered the fire, it was very likely that it would attract artillery or guerrillas. In the end, it was proposed that a 10-member patrol be sent to some high ground and key areas near the camp to investigate, and once the situation was discovered, the warning shots should be fired immediately.

Roshide volunteered to join the patrol. The ten-man patrol was led by an experienced veteran, and the rest were stunts. Some of them are good at using daggers, and some of them are very accurate in shooting, and can shoot the heart of the enemy at a distance of ten meters.

Morning. They walked along the river for about ten minutes, and a faint candlelight appeared in front of them. In the flickering candlelight, hundreds of tall figures appeared on the right side of the hut with their backs in the direction of the patrol.

"Quick! Fast! Fast! Raise the alarm. The veteran shouted.

Roshide was the first to open fire on the Russians, who were killed instantly. But immediately the Russians began to return fire, they threw bombs everywhere,

Royed was tossed into the air by a terrible wave of air in a rain mixed with earth and gravel. Then. The muffled roar of the Russian Makqin machine gun rang out in the silence of the night. Rosomed was hit in the back by a machine-gun bullet and collapsed stiffly at the feet of another soldier.

Hoffman knew that battles like the aforementioned ones. Every day on the battlefield. The Germans and the Russian army were fighting back and forth on the Eastern Front, and some villages were sometimes captured by the Germans and recaptured by the Russians. The Germans captured it again. Repeatedly, the front lines have turned into torturous protracted wars, and no one knows when the war will end.

Gradually, winter came, the weather became colder, and the cold winter blocked the German offensive. The rain gradually turned to snowflakes, and the frozen ground on the ground became thicker and thicker. Both sides looked for camps to settle down and built rudimentary fortifications on the frozen ground.

There is something terrible about the Russians. That is, there are many people, and they are not afraid of the dead. The reserve army was plentiful, and the Germans suffered 100,000 casualties in the final battle of 1914, while the Russians suffered a staggering 530,000 casualties, and more than a million casualties throughout 1914. But at the repeated demands of France, the Russian army continued to move to the front line. After the onset of winter, Russia had 120 divisions on the front, each with 12 battalions. The German and Austrian armies were combined and could only assemble 60 divisions, each with only 8 battalions.

December 1908 was a dramatic victory for the Austro-Hungarian army, which was defeated by the Serbs in the mire of Serbia. At the beginning, the Russian Eighth Army marched towards Budapest and attacked Austria-Hungary proper, and Ferdinand commanded the Austro-Hungarian army to drive the Russians 65 kilometers and drive them into the cold swamps.

But at the end of 1908, Archduke Ferdinand commanded the German-Austrian army, which was dominated by the Austrian army, launched the third invasion of Serbia since the Great War, withdrew from Serbia, 30,000 killed, 70,000 captured, and 120,000 wounded. Serbia also suffered 120,000 casualties, both of which were defeated. At this point, the 400,000 regular army of the Austrian army was wiped out, and in the future war, except to be a vassal of Germany, it was no longer capable of launching a major campaign.

And Germany, on both the Eastern and Western Fronts, was mired in protracted trench warfare. The war-weariness of the German, British and French soldiers began to pervade, and their spirits were highly tense and needed to be vented! On "Christmas Eve" in 1908, the position where the artillery had been rumbling for more than five months suddenly fell silent, and the officers and men of the "Saxon Regiment" commanded by the German lieutenant colonel Zemmich whistled, and the British soldiers on the opposite side immediately whistled in response.

There was a soldier in his regiment named Merkel, who had lived in England for many years before the war and spoke fluent London English, so he immediately shouted in English to the British troops in the opposite position. After a few words of back and forth, Merkel's company soon talked to the British on the opposite side across the position, and the atmosphere was so enthusiastic that it surpassed the usual gunfire!

It didn't take long for the two sides to feel that the conversation across the mountain was not enjoyable, so a few bold officers and men poked their heads out of the trenches, and even walked out of their positions, and the two sides went straight to the "no man's land" between the positions, first wishing each other "Merry Christmas," and then pulling their fingers and vowing never to shoot each other the next day.

The atmosphere of the armistice on this kilometer of defense line immediately infected other defense lines in the surrounding area, and quickly spread to the western front, which was more than 1,000 kilometers long, and millions of troops immediately stopped firing. In a small Belgian town, British and German soldiers who had been fighting to the death for five months simply held a football game. It doesn't matter if there is no real football, they will make straw into round balls or use empty cardboard boxes as footballs to kick. Such games are played every day, and each ball is played for an hour until both sides are exhausted.

Of course, there were soldiers who were not satisfied with the atmosphere. Hitler was one of them. However, at this time, Hitler was still only a corporal, and no one paid attention to him.

This was the Christmas ceasefire, which lasted for a few days, but when the generals on both sides heard about it, they were very angry and ordered that it should not be done again, and soon, this ceasefire that shone with the light of humanity was like a flash in the pan, and the soldiers of Germany, Britain, France, Belgium, and Russia returned to the battlefield of life and death! (To be continued......)