At night, a corner of the battlefield on the Somme.

In the dim moonlight, the devastated ground was littered with corpses and stumps trapped in the muddy water, and the quiet shadows that bulged out over the corpses like country houses were destroyed or abandoned steel chariots—some of which were still emitting sparks and smoke, more like a cottage on fire for dinner.

Nie Wenqing withdrew his gaze from the firing hole in the bunker, where Hitler's corporal, who had saved his life but refused to send him back immediately, was sitting on the cold and wet concrete floor with his legs outstretched, counting the few remaining ammunition by the dim kerosene light.

In the daytime battle, in the face of the flood of British armored troops, "Pile No. 9", together with other surrounding bunkers that had not been completely destroyed, with the support of the rear artillery, with the concealment and sturdy structure and the new anti-tank guns equipped in the fortress, destroyed one after another seemingly invincible British heavy tanks, and then swept down the entire squad and platoon of British infantry who had lost the cover of the tank with blazing machine gun fire, and finally held out until dark before the ammunition ran out.

"You can't hold out tomorrow, we have tanks."

Opposite Hitler, a British second lieutenant with a bandage on his hand said coldly that it was he who led a small group of soldiers to desperately rush to the bunker at the height of the day's fighting, frantically throwing grenades into the gaps in the roof that had been blown up earlier, killing most of the wounded on the ground floor. In a hurry, Hitler led the last two able-bodied soldiers to kill out of the secret door with bayonets, and Nie Wenqing didn't know where he got the courage, with a Hanyang one-year naval pistol in his right hand and a Luger P08 pistol pulled from the dead man's pile in his left hand.

Hitler glanced up at him unconcernedly, and as he continued his work, he asked, seemingly casually, "What's your name?" ”

"I'm Second Lieutenant Tolkien, John. Ronald. Riel. J.R. Tolkien, I was born in South Africa, have you heard of the Orange Free State? ”

"The land of the Boers – it used to be." Hitler replied nonchalantly.

"An independent state founded by the descendants of Dutch colonizers, defeated and annexed by the British in the Anglo-Boer War of 1899-1902 – you and your compatriots were also victims of the colonial hegemony of the British Empire." Nie Wenqing did not forget to teach people tirelessly at this time.

Ensign Tolkien squinted his eyes in disdain for this level of preaching: "Victims? Yes, it was true that the war took a huge toll, but at least my compatriots are still the masters of the land now, without fear of being harassed by the savage, and we are still in a strong and civilized family, which is more conducive to our security and progress. Speaking of colonialism and hegemonism, isn't this war provoked by the careerists of your allies in order to compete for hegemony in the colonies and the world? ”

Without waiting for Nie Wenqing to open his mouth to refute, Hitler said coldly: "Where did you learn German?" ”

"I only graduated from Oxford last year with a major in ancient Greek philosophy."

Hitler sneered: "Heh, still a college student, do you think it is a very romantic thing to study philosophy in the trenches?" ”

"In fact I have a great interest in anything about race and language, and I feel that language is inseparable from the myths and legends associated with it, and I would even like to create my own myth in England if possible......"

"You want to write a novel?"

"I don't know what it will be yet, but I'm sure it will be a process of discovering the truth, and I'm convinced that writing and mythizing is a meditation on the most important truths in life......"

Tolkien looked a little self-absorbed.

"Let me tell you what the truth is, and the truth is that this war will prove the superiority of the German nation, and that the superior nation should rightfully rule the inferior nation......"

Speaking of this, the corner of Hitler's eyes quickly swept over Nie Wenqing's face, which seemed to realize the limitations of his remarks, and immediately added solemnly: "Of course, the Chinese nation with a long history will also be reborn in this war and gain their rightful dominance in the East." ”

"Unfortunately, your delusions are doomed to be shattered, I suggest you better think about how you should surrender tomorrow, maybe you will need a large white cloth......"

"I need a piece of smelly socks to keep your mouth shut." Hitler threatened in a low voice.

Ensign Tolkien shut his mouth in amusement.

"I'm going to see Lieutenant Goering, I think he should be able to move around on his own by now."

Before Nie Wenqing's words fell, a big head wrapped in thick bandages poked out from the staircase leading to the lower floor, which was Lieutenant Goering, the pilot of Nie Wenqing's special plane who had been in a coma for most of the day.

"God willing, I'm fine, I can go to heaven at any time."

Goering climbed up to the second floor with his hands and feet, and Kao sat down next to Hitler against the wall.

"As long as it's not blown up by shells."

Hitler sneered without raising his head.

Goering looked left and right, his eyes focused on the large hole in the roof of the bunker: "It's not easy for cannonballs to hit us, but in this kind of place, it looks like a lot of heavy cannonballs have been eaten...... It's a shame to die here, a real pilot deserves to die between the blue sky and white clouds......"

"It's your own business if you want to die, and I'll hold on until the last second."

Goering got up and approached the bullet hole, stretched out his hand into the air for a while, shook his head with a sneer, and said: "The wind direction has changed, the enemy is likely to launch a gas attack, and we have to sleep with gas masks." ”

Hitler finally raised his head slightly and squinted at him: "As a pilot, you also know too much. ”

Goering smiled faintly: "I had been serving in the infantry regiment at Millhouse before entering flight school, but it didn't matter - the point is that as a qualified pilot, you must be sensitive enough to the wind. ”

"Corporal, how much ammunition do we have." Ignoring the sympathy between the Austrian-born homeless corporal and the Bavarian eunuch-born lieutenant, Nie Wenqing couldn't help but say.

"It's not much, according to today's situation, it can probably last a morning, but the biggest problem at the moment is the lack of manpower......

During the day's hand-to-hand combat, Hitler lost two of his last men, and most of his mortally wounded comrades in the basement were killed in the grenade attack by Second Lieutenant Tolkien, and the rest were dying and ready to go to God, except for Lieutenant Goering, who was specially placed behind a pile of ammunition boxes.

"Whether you help me or not, I must go back to the rear of the battle line tonight, anyway, I can't sit here and die, let alone be captured by the enemy!"

Nie Wenqing cut through the railway, got up with his gun while speaking, and walked to the staircase.

Hitler and Goering looked at each other, gritted his teeth, and stood up with a rifle: "Zhilu said, I will send you back." ”

Nie Wenqing turned his head and blinked, his gaze turned to Goering: "Then what should you do?" ”

Goering spread his hands and smiled: "I said that I have nothing to do, and besides, I sent you here, so of course I will send you back." ”

"So what should I do?"

Ensign Tolkien looked up pitifully.

"We don't have time for you, maybe you can stay and help us take care of the wounded, and hopefully you haven't been blown off by shells or gassed before your people recognize you...... The gas mask is in the first wooden box near the staircase of KAO. ”

Hitler finished explaining unhurriedly, raised his hand and threw Goering a rifle, checked the equipment on his body after the most reluctance, and tilted his chin to Nie Wenqing quite dashingly: "Mr. Nie, we can go." ”V