81_81266When Borol opened his eyes, the sky was already bright. The German bomber swarms were scattered in the sky, giving him an incomparable sense of security. Donner sat beside him with the bloodstained G43 rifle, the tired look on his face unmistakable.

"Where is this?" asked Borol, though he couldn't bear it. His lips were a little parched, and he even cracked a little when he spoke.

Downer, who was drowsy, immediately came to his senses: "Are you awake? This is the hospital in Baccton, from here we were ordered to return to Holland by boat, where we will rest and replenish. ”

It is said to be a hospital, but it is just an open-air bed built on the side of the road, although it is simple, but the environment is much better than the front line. Not far away, on the road, one after another Leopard tanks were heading to the front line, the two armored divisions of the 2nd Panzer Army had landed most of them, and the good days of the British seemed to be coming to an end.

It was not only the German armored forces that landed, but also tens of thousands of German soldiers. Carrying their baggage and ammunition, the soldiers marched to the front line from the quay, singing military songs, in a neat phalanx, taking over the line from the German paratroopers who had suffered heavy losses, and then continuing the attack on the intended target.

At the end of the wounded soldier's bed, there was a table under a large tree with a radio on it, apparently a small detail to relax the wounded soldiers. On the radio at this moment, the German Führer is making another of his speeches.

Accompanied by a rustling sound, Accardo's voice made the wounded soldiers rejoice: "In Poland, you swept through thousands of armies and won the respect of the whole world for the Empire! In Holland, you were invincible and played the prestige of the emperor! In Belgium and France, you won every battle, and made every German people proud!"

"I've been to the front lines and know how much you've paid. We are also bleeding and sacrificing, and we are also **** wounds...... But we, as Germans, as the best people in the world, are still fearless and courageous!"

"For the sake of the strength of the motherland, the soldiers on the front line paid with their lives. But your souls are with us, and your spirit will always shine on the Third Reich!"

"I know that many people admire me and think that it is the Führer who leads the German people to victory. I can tell everyone here very responsibly, I admire you even more! It is you who have given me the courage to face the world powers, it is your patriotic spirit that has inspired me, and it is your dedication and dedication that has enabled Germany to stand tall among the world powers! Do not be modest, you are the pride of the Third Reich!"

"The workers who worked late into the night in the factories, the hard work that gave our soldiers guns, ammunition, automobiles, steel, the peasants who worked hard in the fields, you fed the German people, and the soldiers who fought valiantly on the front, you kept the rear of the Reich safe - you are the future of Germany, the pride of the Germans, and the 'loveliest people' of Germany!"

"Some people are talking about it, and some people are going to take their lives. Borol smiled bitterly: "Balu, do you think that people like us who take their lives are happier, or are the Führers on this radio happier?"

He was stunned for a moment after asking, and then looked at Donner beside him a little embarrassed, and apologized embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I'm used to it." ”

"It doesn't matter. Donner scratched the back of his head and said with a smile: "Those who are not injured are allowed to take a hot bath in the bathhouse over there, can I go? I can rush back in about ten minutes......

"Of course, go ahead, I'm not blessed with this. Pointing to the gauze on his arm, Borol smiled and said to Donner, "My name is Borro...... Nice to meet...... Get to know you. ”

"Downer, William Downer. The young man smiled, and ran to the corner at the end of the street, with satisfaction on his face.

Above the sky, Navy Stuka roared past one after another, and the huge bombs under the wings made people shudder to look at them. After a long night of silence, the Luftwaffe, not satisfied with the provocation of its opponents, was ordered to go and deal an even heavier blow to the British. Higher up in the sky, FW-190D fighter jets were hovering, ready to tear apart any unapproved airplanes. These air killers made it difficult for the British troops to move an inch during the day, greatly delaying the time for the British * team to counterattack.

A second lieutenant officer walked towards Borroll with his hands in the pockets of his trousers, looking a little casual and casual, he turned his head to look sideways at Donner, who was happily running to the shower, and then looked at Borroll with a smile.

"Hello, excuse me, I've just come ashore and am still waiting for my tank. If you don't mind, can you have a chat?" the second lieutenant sat down in a friendly chair beside Borol's bed, not disgusted with the dust on Donner's buttocks.

This detail Borol noticed, and from this it can be seen that this second lieutenant is an officer who has been on the battlefield, and only after experiencing life and death, and experiencing the utter chaos and dirt, will people turn a blind eye to the dust.

"Of course you don't mind, you're from the 2nd Panzer Army?" Borol pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and motioned for the second lieutenant to pull one out.

"I had just been transferred to the 2nd Panzer Corps, and I heard that there was a need for skilled tank crews here, so I brought my friends with me. The second lieutenant pointed to his military rank and said with some emotion: "Originally, they were all lieutenants, but now they have become second lieutenants again." I was originally teaching the 1st Company of the 501st Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion. ”

The second lieutenant casually introduced his previous unit number, because this unique number was not disclosed, and even in the armored units, little was known, so it was no wonder that Borol of the paratrooper unit was lonely and unheard. Who would have thought that this heavy tank destroyer battalion would once be on the viewing platform at a military parade, and who would have thought that this heavy tank destroyer battalion would produce so many hot ace tank crews in the future?

"Tank commander, or lieutenant? You're really similar to a guy I know. Borrol didn't know why, and suddenly remembered Rennes. He subconsciously looked at the other party's neckline, and sure enough, he found a knight's iron cross there.

"Do you know our company commander?" the second lieutenant was clearly interested in the topic, "The one called Wren Hard, right? He's really good, but I'm not bad, I'm here to surpass him...... You're lucky enough to meet two of the best tank commanders in the world. Hello, let me introduce myself again, my name is Mitchell - the number one ace of the future tank warfare, Mitchell Wittman. ”

Who would have thought that this world is so small, and if you meet someone on the side of the road to chat, you can find a common topic and talk to each other for a long time. Borol smiled and nodded: "Looks like that guy is not bad now." It's great that you can come to England and give those British people a taste of the power of German tanks!"

"Of course, I'm going to go back here with at least 50 records so that Rennes and that Karjus can see who is the real king of tanks. Wittman stood up and said goodbye, pointing to a tank painted with the 007 code in the distance: "My crew is here, so I won't make small talk with you, I hope we can meet again when the war is over, and then we can drink together." ”

"Okay! we're all alive and well, and no one can die!" Borol nodded, watching the Tiger that stood out from the middle of the Leopard tanks leave, and then looked back at Donner, who looked envious.

"What are you looking at?" Borol asked with a smile and patted the top of his young man's head.

"The tank troops are really awesome...... It's majestic to look at. Donner sat back in his seat with his rifle in his hand: "You don't know, I originally wanted to be a tankman, but I was assigned to a paratrooper. ”

"What's wrong with the paratroopers? Borol patted his subordinates on the head again: "If you feel that you are condescending, get out of here! ”

"I used to feel condescending. Donner's expression became very solemn: "But I learned last night that paratroopers are not easy to be a soldier." From now on, I will be a paratrooper, follow you as a company commander, and I will not change for the rest of my life. ”

"When will you board the ship and return to the Netherlands?" Borror asked softly, looking at Donner with a melancholy expression. This is the fate of paratroopers, who are always the first to set foot on enemy soil, hold their positions until the last moment, but are the first to leave after victory or the tide of battle, leaving the battlefield for which blood was shed and sacrificed.

"Afternoon. Walk with the rest of the group. Donner obviously heard a lot of things from the bathing place, and sighed lonely: "A group of 1,500 people...... It was all over in one night. There were more than 400 people left, and a boat was loaded. ”

Borol was stunned for a moment, then took out another cigarette, put it to his lips, and didn't speak for a long time, and when the cigarette was about to burn out, he said: "Yes, 60 planes and 60 gliders came, so take a boat back ......"

The German soldiers in the distance were still walking into the distance one phalanx after another, and when they passed by this open-air field hospital, they all silently looked at their comrades lying on the hospital beds. The boots slammed against the ground with a neat clatter.

This reminded Borrol of his more than 90 comrades who had just lost their lives in England, and he was lonely enough to hear the Führer's speech that had begun to be replayed on the radio, which happened to be the part where the soldiers were the loveliest.

"Who's the cutest guy?" Borol smiled bitterly: "It must not be a German paratrooper...... We are the most unloveable people, and if we fall in love, isn't that a widow?"