As soon as Rosemary went on duty on the street that morning, she noticed that the atmosphere on the street was completely different from normal days. The faces of the people who seemed to be dragging their feet to work were full of relaxed expressions, and many of them were talking and laughing with their friends, not in the least as if they were going to work for the "hateful Prussians", but as if they were going on a spring outing with friends.

When Ruthmarie saw this scene, she thought that the front line had been broken, and the Republic Army was about to come to liberate Leipzig - but after thinking about it, if the front line had been broken, her detachment should have received an order to go to the front line to rescue, where could it be possible to be on duty on the streets so leisurely.

How can we explain what we are looking for?

Confused, Ruthmarie asked the second lieutenant commander of the infantry squad who was on a support mission beside her, "What's the matter with them?" Did something happen last night? ”

"It is said that Wilts, not far from here, has a classified train full of magic parts that has been blown up, and the magic parts of a train have sunk into the canal."

"What?" Rosemary couldn't help but bow her head and look at the ensign, "Is the news true?" ”

"Our brother troops have been transferred this morning, and the engineering units stationed in the city seem to have received orders and look ready to move. So I think it should be true. ”

Rosemary suddenly felt her throat very dry.

Just the day before, she thought that the workers were at most passive and slacking off, and they couldn't afford to make too many waves, but now it seems that she is wrong.

That's when Rosemary heard the singing.

She turned her head to follow the voice, and saw that the voice was coming from the workers walking towards the station and the stackyard.

"We are all sharpshooters, and every bullet kills an enemy. We are all flying troops, even if the mountains are high and the waters are deep. ”

There was clearly something wrong with the lyrics, and Rosemary was about to do something about it, and more people joined the chorus.

"In that quiet city, there are camps for comrades everywhere, and in that wide field, there are countless of our good brothers."

Rosemary saw an uncle in an oil-stained apron and a chef's top hat push open the door, stand in the doorway and begin to beat the porridge bucket in the doorway with the spoon in her hand, beating the chorus to the chorus.

"I didn't have food or clothing, and my own co-worker sent it forward! There are no guns, no cannons, the enemy makes us! ”

More people joined the chorus, many of whom clearly did not know the lyrics, but they beat to the cheerful beat of the song with the various objects in their hands, and all the sounds came together like the heartbeat of some giant creature.

Rosemary has heard a lot of new "pop" songs in South Germany in the land of South Germany, and those songs always give Rosemary a sense of tragedy, but this song is different, this song has a light melody, gives people a very sunny feeling, and-

— and full of confidence in victory.

And the lyrics are simple and catchy, and you can almost remember how to sing it after listening to it once.

Because of this, after the first singing, many of the people who had just beaten the beat joined the chorus and sang in their own voices:

"We grew up here, and every inch of land is our own. Whoever wants to take it, we will fight him to the end! ”

The chorus grew louder and louder, and the repetition of the lyrics made Rosemary's head buzz inside, and she looked at the Imperial soldiers on duty on the road, wondering what no one had done until now.

At this time, the second lieutenant beside her said: "Yesterday at the railway station there was a sergeant major who threatened to shoot the workers, and in the evening he was found drowned in the cistern that filled the train with water. ”

Rosemary understood in an instant the reason for the silence of the officers and men on duty at this time, and no one wanted to be the next to drown in the pool.

At that moment, a little boy of about five or six years old rushed up to Rosemary, and the little boy grimaced at the Teutonic Type two, who was a behemoth to him, and shouted the chorus of the song the crowd was singing in a childish voice: "Whoever wants to take it, we will fight him to the end!" ”

After shouting to the child, he ran to the ranks of the adults, and he was immediately greeted like a hero, probably by his father's stout workers who lifted him high with muscular hands.

Rosemary looked at this scene with mixed feelings in her heart.

At this time, the second lieutenant asked, "Lord Zhanji, are we just watching like this?" ”

Ruthmarie was stunned for a moment, and then she noticed that the Imperial soldiers on duty on the street were all looking at her, looking like they were all waiting for her to make a decision. If Rosemary had ordered the workers to open fire on them now, the soldiers would probably have done the same, and Lady Senhime would be responsible for carrying the cauldron anyway.

And Rosemary felt that she was not going to be plotted against by unarmed ordinary people.

But she was not going to give the order to open fire.

She turned up the volume of the loudspeaker a little, and then replied to the second lieutenant: "What's wrong with the workers being in high spirits, which helps them to be more productive?" Anyway, there was no substantial damage caused, so it was as good as they could. ”

When Rosemary's words fell, the soldiers looked at each other, and then they all put on a posture that they did not see what the workers were doing in the street, looking at the sky and chatting with each other.

A small cheer erupted in a small cheer from the crowd who also heard Rosemary's words, and then the chorus rushed forward down the street in waves of even greater intensity.

**

Seventy kilometers from Leipzig, there is a military airfield, where the 11th Reconnaissance and Destroyer Group of the German Air Force is stationed.

The battle flag of the brigade personally selected by the famous Red Baron flew at the top of the tower and the wind flag, and on the tarmac in front of the tower, the fighters painted with bells and whistles were quietly bathed in the morning sun, waiting for the start of the day's mission.

The tradition of giving a fancy look to one's fighter jets has also been passed down from the pilots of the Red Baron's generation.

The pilots were gathering under the awning next to the tarmac, waiting for the Imperial Command to send a list of today's patrol routes.

The card game on the middle table was in full swing, and the paper marks issued by the government of the Republic were piled up on the table as chips - in the area occupied by the Imperial Army, the Golden Marks, which had been depreciated and almost turned into waste paper, could not be used at all, and the Imperial Army's military tickets could only be spent by the levy troops with bayonet "assistance", so the pilots never used those as bargaining chips. And these paper marks, which were exchanged by the pilots for aviation gasoline or other military supplies and ordinary people, can be used as evidence of their disciplinary violations, and in the army units, these tickets with the words of the government of the Republic of South Germany on this table are enough to send everyone present to the whipping table.

But this is the Air Force.

Almost all of the air force pilots in this world are known for their rebellion.

The reason is simple: the iron bird of the air force can reach the altitude that neither the god and the war queen can reach. They are the pride of the sky, the darlings of the wind, and the pride of ordinary people.

So here, no one will investigate the origin of these paper marks, just as no one will investigate the bells and whistles of the aircraft livery.

Next to the table, some people are reading magazines, some people are reading books, and some people are holding harmonicas and playing melodious hometown tunes.

"Oh my God," the magazine reader looked at the harmonica, "don't blow this, it's making me melancholy, let's have some fun." ”

"It's the harmonica," retorted the harmonica impatiently, "and to play a cheerful melody is to be in trouble with my lungs, so I only play the slow one." ”

At this time, the reader smiled: "He can't be cheerful, just this slow tone, it took him a few months to learn." ”

"Two months! It only took me two months to learn! Damn, you said in a few months that people would think it took me half a year to learn! ”

The reader laughed and said nothing.

"The Boss is back!" The pilot, who had been closing his eyes wide open and closing at the very edge of the awning, suddenly sat up and said, "It's time for work!" ”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the Major who was walking across the tarmac towards the awning.

"Don't be nervous." The major said to the pilots from a distance, "I don't know what happened to the headquarters over there, and now it's a mess." The staff officers said that today's patrol plan should be revised in the light of the latest situation, and that we should be on standby first. ”

The scholar closed the book and said to the major: "Boss, the headquarters will be in a mess, is the republic attacking?" ”

"I don't think so," said the Major, who walked into the awning and stopped beside the table in the middle, with his hands on his hips, "and if the enemy is attacking, there is no need to go to great lengths to change the patrol plan, just bomb us to the front line and fly around, and those who can come back alive will be able to bring back information." I think there might be something wrong with the rear. ”

"Liberty leads the people!" The harmonica player spoke in a happy tone the slogan that had recently appeared on the posters around the airport, not at all worried about being targeted, "I say, Chief, as the freest human beings in the world, shouldn't we also go to freedom?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense," the bald head who was counting the money at the table shook his head, "free to take a fart." You should say, shouldn't we go to the paper mark? ”

"It's vulgar." The harmonica man immediately retorted, "You should say, of all men, we who are most likely to marry the goddess, should we abandon those arrogant noble ladies and go to that lovely little girl?" The more I look at her photos, the more I think she has so much potential. ”

"I don't have any potential in my chest."

"He's short."

The pilots were babbling as the major they called the leader raised his hand to silence their discussions.

"Stop arguing, don't say these nonsensical words, say something real. I think that in the next step we will definitely be sent to the rear to conduct aviation reconnaissance, to look for the guerrillas of the republic, everyone knows what to do, right? ”

Before the words fell, the one who had been reading the magazine and didn't move said leisurely: "I've been reading too many books lately, and my eyes are not very good. ”

"All I can see now is paper marks."

"If the guerrillas had big-breasted girls, I would probably be able to find them, haha."

The Major raised his hand again and suppressed the discussion.

"Very well, we are the Luftwaffe, we owe only allegiance to the country, as for whether the country is republican or imperial, we do not care and do not participate. Of course, as human beings who know the word freedom best in this world, we have compassion for the workers who seek freedom, and there is no way to do it, but we will still fulfill our duties as soldiers—at least superficially. ”

After speaking, the major raised his head and looked at the staff officer of the regimental headquarters of the flying regiment who was rushing here.

"Okay, it looks like today's patrol plan is coming, and we're ready to go!"