"Bullets whizzing by, are they rushing at me or at her? The bullet tore through his body, and he collapsed at my feet, as if my heart were dying with it, as if my heart was dying with it......"

"Hidden!" The gray-green military coat swept a corner of the sky, and the gale set off by the large-caliber shells first threw the person aside, thrown into the mud, and a pair of military boots hurriedly stepped over this still warm body, in fact, it didn't matter whether he was dead or alive, whether it was before or after the shells fell, he was destined to be a walking corpse!

"Hidden!" Fluttering in the wind, the flying military coat was finally laid out in front of the trench, the sky was clear, cloudless, and as far as the eye could see, the ants were like a tide. "Hidden!" The mud gushing out of the collapsed trench instantly flooded Simon's comrades, and also doused him with mud and dirty water.

"The Imperials are here! It's coming up! Come on! Run! At the sound of a gunshot, the officer with the pistol on his shoulder immediately shot and killed the coward who shook the morale of the army, and roared: "Everyone! Stay put! Whoever dares to jump out of this line is a deserter! ”

As if to confirm how ridiculous and generous this sentence was, several soldiers who spread their feet and wanted to move away from the battlefield, even if it was a step, fell under their own guns. "Traitor to the country! Traitor! I command you! Stay put! ”

"Attack!" All were a face and a throat, and the screech of the cannonballs was the most unquestionable authority, nailing people to the trenches, the mud rain that covered the sky and the ground, the palpitations that almost suffocated, Simon trembling and flapping his helmet. "Retreat!" In the distance, along with the sound of artillery, there were also the sound of tracks and shouts of killing, and the enemy was getting closer and closer.

"Retreat!" Desperate for survival, the first man crawled over the trench, yes, he ran backwards, and the first stepped on the face of the officer who had been knocked down by the shock wave, and stepped into the mud fiercely. "Retreat!" The haste of a few people has become the fear of dozens or hundreds, they have been trapped here long enough, victory? Confidence? Oh, how many years ago was that the country of Java?

Simon drowned in unstrapping his helmet and blinked vigorously, the dust and debris from the explosion filling his sharp, falcon-like eyes, and a flirtatious whistle lingering in his ears. It's like the old Panasonic in Lone Pine Town, the whistle of a playmate. "Count to ten, and you come back to the two of us!"

"One, two, three......" The cow's gasping nasal voice finally drew some precious hot air into his lungs, Simon spat into his palm, wiped the corners of his eyes, he worked hard to trace the whistle, let his legs continue to be buried in the loose soil, and watched his comrades flee one after another, guns, grenades, helmets, and chest hangings...... It doesn't matter if you have received six months of basic training or how many years you have served, people can't stop the torrent, especially the real torrent of steel.

Simon struggled to put on his steel helmet, blood sprinkled on his ravine face, his steel blue eyes full ......of desolation and loneliness, in this land of death, the vultures were the masters of the land. Simon found the sound of a horse, and a flaming Hanoverian steed was tied to a stake and spun in place, and it seemed that the beast was more convinced of victory than its owner.

"Simon......" A clear cry came from the pile of corpses next to the horse, and he forcibly pulled Simon's fleeing boots back. Simon! Simon ...... "Simon pressed headlong in

The trenches were floating in the earth, revealing only his eyes, and he knew that the Siberian hunters of the empire could hit a coin from a thousand meters away.

"Help me......" The gray-green uniforms of the Allied soldiers became the last shroud for the soldiers, and the miraculous warm colors lay in the heaps of corpses, and an arm wearing yellow woolen gloves of the field swayed in the wind, just towards the old trunk of the demarcation line in the center of the death zone, and behind the blue ocean, the forward infantry of the Imperials had arrived.

"He collapsed at my feet, as if my heart were dying with it, as if my heart was dying with it......" The whistle of the child gradually turned into a memorial song played by a low-pitched cello and tuxedo violinist at a funeral. Simon's ten fingers dug deep into the earth, cold fingers one by one. "Jimmy! I found you, why do you like to hide behind chimneys? Whistle counted to ten, and Simon caught his playmate, who looked incredulous.

"We're going to be brothers for life, you're going to be the best man at my wedding to Klein, and I'm your best man."

"You're deaf! Retreat! Fall back! Simon turned his head sharply, and there were people squatting at the exit of the trench filled with dead people, urging Simon to run.

"My brother is alive!" Simon called back, and the man stopped talking nonsense, and the telescope on his chest shook off the lid in a jolt, shattering into the muzzle of the soldier's rifle. Foot by foot and foot shallow stepped on the corpses of his comrades, far away in the mist of defeat.

"Simon! Simon! "A wail is better than a cry of sorrow. Simon grabbed the eaves of his helmet, a grunt broke out of his throat, he closed his eyes in pain, dropped his gun, and crawled out of the trench with his hands and feet, a cannonball raised a small pillar of fire, and the evergreens in the death zone finally fell.

"Which school do you want to go to? I? I'll just go to the Ivy, hey, don't you believe it...... I've been notified by Pennsylvania ......that "tracer bullets are a paint pen for deadly beauty in the sky, and gunpowder is a great tool for making fountains." "Tanks! The tanks are up! ”

The Hanoverian steed, nicknamed "The Elector", broke free of its restraints and spread its hooves and ran to the other side, the graceful and majestic creature rushed forward and rose again, but its forelimbs never touched the earth again. Machine gun bullets disemboweled it.

Simon stumbles and falls to the pile of dead people, pushing away the body that is pressed against Jimmy's chest. "Simon ......" he moved away from the next hob meat that pressed his legs,

"I had a good comrade-in-arms, and there is no one better than him......" Simon grabbed Jimmy by the arm, pulled the belt with one hand, and carried it on his shoulder, his left hand trembled uncontrollably, and it rained above Simon's head, maybe it was a mine, maybe it was another cannonball, maybe it was a cannonball filled with sarin.

The loud "Ula" of the enemy infantry resounded through the empty trenches, over the trenches, and flew to the coastline, the Imperial tanks crushed the stumps and severed arms, Simon gritted his teeth, that was the only place where he was solid, and hundreds of kilograms of anti-tank dragon teeth were thrown high like toys. "Simon ......," muttered his comrade on his shoulder.

"I bet that by the time the war is won, I'll kill more Empires than you." The transport ships in the Atlantic, sailing for the deep blue, sending them off with flowers and fragrant kisses, and the soldiers are high-spirited.

"Cut, don't be grateful if you fall on shit with your tail between your legs!"

"Smack!" Simon swayed,

After the artillery fire, it was mostly raining, potholes and puddles tripped Simon, he hit a log headfirst, the world spun, and the sky appeared before his eyes, so blue, so beautiful......

"Simon ......" Jimmy was thrown in front of the trench, and the blasted sandbag rolled down, holding him down again. Ulla! Ulla! "The shouts of the Imperials couldn't be closer. Simon vaguely saw the tip of a bayonet under a gas mask. "Retreat! All retreat! "Finally, the broadcast of the retreat was long overdue.

Simon pulled out his calf, desperate and helpless, with the enemy in front and his comrades in the back. His dry, chapped lips were blistered. "Let's go! Brothers! I'll take you home! Take you home! Simon went crazy and dug open the sandbag, squeezed out the last courage and strength of his bones, and once again carried his comrades, crossed the trenches, and dropped drops of sweat fell from his jaws, mixing into the pool of blood, mixed with gun oil, mixed into the moaning Mother Earth.

"I had a good comrade-in-arms, and no one was better than him. When the drums of war rang out in the sky, he and I went to the battlefield side by side, striding side by side to the battlefield...... "Like a drumbeat, Cerberus broke free from the gates of hell and led the demons of Purgatory into the world, chasing the living.

"I had a good comrade-in-arms, and no one was better than him......"

……

"You're having nightmares again?" Adolfina turned on the bedside lamp, and the beige reassuring light gave Simon a hint of calm. A little light came in through the cracks in the curtains, and it was already dawn.

Simon took the glass of water handed by Adolfina and drank it all, finding that his back was covered with cold sweat, his fingers combed his hair, his eyes were empty, and he said, "I was wondering why I was the only one who survived to the end." ”

"This bloodline mission? You were so many people that you killed and killed the Crusader Overseers, and Mandsville's was beyond his power, no matter how hard he tried, he was not as good as the gods......" Adolfina pulled the horns of the quilt and covered her breasts, and her red hair was like a sparrow's nest.

"I didn't say this time, I've been dreaming about the past all this time, dreaming of many comrades-in-arms, without exception, all dead, dead are worthless, I sometimes wish I had never known them." Simon said, grabbing Adolfina, but she refused, and Adolfina pointed to her watch.

"Don't forget what to do today, we're going to the Iron Army's homecoming files, trust me, you'll get to know more comrades."

Simon looked at Adolfina's smooth back, and she took the gilded bra and put it on. "La Pera?" He blurted out.

"You're probably the first man to recognize this brand." Adolfina turned around and gave a kiss and tapped her forehead. "Get up, get up, lazy worm, you're greeted by the commanders of the Iron Army, of course you can go back to the army and have a good time, Hydra has always encouraged cooperation with the Iron Army, Baby Bear is scouting in front, and the shortthrowers are supporting in the back, isn't it good."

"Yes......" Simon hugged Adolfina and buried his head deep in his chest, as if sighing, as if remembering.

Ps: The song that appears in the article is the very famous German Requiem for the Fallen Soldier, "Ich hatt' einen Kameraden", (I once had a good comrade-in-arms), and many movies and TV series reflecting World War I and World War II have appeared. The tune is gentle and soulful.

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