"On the reefs of the islands of the southwestern Pacific Ocean, mermaids play beautiful and sad bagpipes, which the ancient Melanesians called Adara; Their home is in the depths of the sun, following the rainbow to the waters infested by humans, and they are usually hidden in the tornadoes at sea."

As night fell, the gunfire had stopped, and only the sporadic sound of artillery continued to reach the ears.

Melancholy German ballads were sung from the mouth of Sean, the machine gunner, and most of the people of the Third Company listened attentively, and some of them listened attentively, wiping their eyes with their hands unconsciously.

They may have remembered home.

As strong as a German soldier, he will also think of his home and his family when night falls. None of them knew if they would be alive in this world at dawn tomorrow, when the enemy attacked next.

Strength can only be manifested in war

"Lieutenant, Oriel is no more."

Hall's words pulled Wang Weiyi back from his contemplation of singing, and he hurriedly stood up and came to the young Oriel.

This is a young man who is only nineteen years old this year, and during the daytime battle, a sinful bullet hits him.

He had struggled with death until now, but now that he was weak, it was clear that life was leaving him.

"Hey, Lieutenant." Seeing the lieutenant coming, Oriel reluctantly said.

"Hey, Auriel." Wang Weiyi said in a calm tone as much as possible.

"Lieutenant, am I dying?"

"No, Oriel, you're not going to die." Wang Weiyi sat down beside him: "Have you forgotten, we still have to continue to fight those British." ”

"Ah, British, those damn Brits." Oriel seemed to regain some anger when he heard the words "British", but then sighed softly: "Unfortunately, I don't feel strong now"

Wang Weiyi didn't know how to comfort him at all.

"On the reef of the Southwest Pacific Islands, mermaids play beautiful and sad bagpipes," Sean sings. Tears came to Oriel's side.

"Hey, Sean."

"Hey, Auriel."

"I'm going to die, Sean, tell my mother not to be sad, I died for the pride of Germany."

"I know, Oriel." Sean's tears flowed.

They were German soldiers, but they were also people, flesh and blood, people who shed tears.

They will be sad and they will cry as well

A hint of blush appeared on his pale and bloodless face, and Oriel suddenly trembled and stretched out his hand: "Lieutenant, save me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die"

Wang Weiyi held his hand, but there was nothing he could do, he couldn't overcome death.

Suddenly, the hand in his hand became weak, and as soon as Wang Weiyi let go, the hand fell.

Young Aureel died.

"Their home is in the depths of the sun, following the rainbow to the waters infested by humans, and they are usually hidden in tornadoes at sea"

Sean's singing voice came again.

Everyone looked at Oriel in silence, and no one knew when they would sleep here like Oriel.

After burying Oriel's body, Wang Weiyi and his subordinates watched silently.

The third company lost another comrade-in-arms, he was so young. He was so brave on the battlefield, but so weak in the face of death.

He wanted to live, and his desire to survive might be stronger than anyone else's, but no one could save him.

Mournful songs rang out again and again on the battlefield

Wang Weiyi sat in a corner, listening to the soldiers singing folk songs in turn, and he felt that his mood was a little gloomy at the moment.

He unconsciously approached the tracker and called Xiao Ling, and Xiao Ling's voice soon came: "What's the matter, your voice sounds a little sad?" ”

"Yes, one of my men died." Wang Weiyi said softly.

Xiao Ling seemed to be a little curious about this: "Is there anything strange about this?" People will always die, and you will die too. According to statistics, a total of people died in the First World War."

"I don't want to hear those boring statistics." Wang Weiyi interrupted Xiao Ling's words: "You are a machine, you will never understand human feelings. When someone you have been with all day and night suddenly leaves you, you will be sad and cry."

Xiao Ling was surprisingly silent.

Yes, she is a machine and she will never understand human feelings.

After a while, Xiao Ling asked, "Then what are you looking for me for?" ”

"It's not for anything, I just want to talk to someone." Wang Weiyi sighed: "I don't belong here, I came here just to leave here, it stands to reason that I should have any feelings for this." But at this time, I knew Adolf Hitler, Erwin Rommel, do you know the Tao? I never thought I'd ever see them alive one day."

"Adolf Hitler, born in" and "incomprehensible" Xiaoling quickly memorized it again according to the procedure.

"That's enough, don't tell me that." Wang Weiyi interrupted Xiao Ling's words with a little irritability: "Don't tell me this information in the future without my permission." Hell, I know better than you what kind of people Hitler and Rommel were. Emotions, you know? Sentiment! You know what the emotions of human beings are, what they want to express. ”

"I don't know the way, and I don't understand it." Xiao Ling's voice sounded a little aggrieved.

"I'm sorry." Wang Weiyi felt that it was really unreasonable for him to treat a machine with such an attitude: "I don't know what Lu Dao is for, and I already have feelings for this place." Not only to Hitler and Rommel, but also to the brothers of the 3rd Company. Ah, I taught them to say 'brothers,' taught them to use 'hey, third company' to vent their victorious emotions, and I also told Hitler that there is a place in China called Tibet, do you think he will send people to Tibet one after another because of my influence? ”

"I don't know what to say, but I have to tell you that everything you say and do in this era has the potential to affect history." Xiao Ling's tone became more serious.

"I don't care about that, and I don't care about Dr. Qin's warnings." Wang Weiyi acted indifferent: "I'm just thinking, if one day I leave this era, will I miss them?" Will I ever be able to come into this day and see them again? ”

"It's theoretically possible, but I can't predict the exact process."

Wang Weiyi smiled, yes, no one can predict what will happen to him in the future.

The times, this era will leave its own imprint, will they still remember their existence many years later?