The cold sea breeze blew Accardo's trench coat, he stood on the dock, watching the soldiers in front of him solemnly fold the clothes of his comrades, and then handed them to the woman in the black dress, before the ceremony officially began, he already felt the strong sad atmosphere.

Prion stood beside Accardo, as a special observer this time, he and Accardo were arranged in the guest seats, silently waiting for everything to continue, this is a sacred ceremony, for Accardo, there are many people who are loyal to him and loyal to this country have died, and for Prien, the situation in front of him seems to be watching his funeral, quite a sad mood.

Since the beginning of this month, Britain and the United States have sunk 11 German submarines, and with the renewal of German submarine technology and the commissioning of new submarines, the Americans have increased the density and intensity of maritime patrols in order to make up for the losses in the Atlantic. Although this approach did not threaten the newer submarines, it did make many of the older ones unlucky.

If nothing else, this dark month will be the biggest loss of naval submarine forces since the Germans began the war, and more than 400 naval officers, including an ace submarine that sank 60,000 tons of enemy ships, lay to rest in the Atlantic, giving their lives for the rise of the motherland.

People seem to have become accustomed to the rhythm of life in war, accustomed to seeing their children leave home with guns and handsome military uniforms to go to distant places, accustomed to watching neighbors help comfort after receiving death notices, and accustomed to squatting in the corner and crying silently after receiving death notices from family members.

Accardo was silent, he just stood there, not saying a word, he watched the holy women in front of him sing loudly for the dead warriors, and he listened to the melodious song echoing in the sky. But he just stood there, not talking, and without any expression.

He remembered the cemetery in Berlin, where the tombstones were already engraved with an unknown number of famous people, and there were already densely packed with martyrs' crosses. But there was still no room for the dead who had died for Germany, and there were still so many bodies with hot blood, so many people had to be buried in distant foreign lands, leaving only their names and a short, almost identical text on a simple tombstone.

On the epitaph, these soldiers are almost the same, they fought bravely and fearlessly, and gave their precious lives for the motherland. They are proud to be loyal to the head of state, and they are all good sons of the motherland and role models for the people.

But in fact, everyone knows very well what is going on. The Germans also had soldiers who knelt on the ground and raised their hands to beg for mercy, desperately throwing away their weapons and begging for forgiveness from the enemy on the other side. Eventually, he could become a prisoner, or he could be shot through the head and turned into a pitiful corpse.

Some turned and fled when the enemy attacked, they wept and turned and fled like cowards, those who were lucky might return to their units, and those who were unlucky might be killed by enemy bullets on the way out.

What makes people a little helpless is that there are still as many good words written on the tombstones of these people, because it is difficult to distinguish whether everyone really fought bravely to the last moment at that time, and everyone was not so heroic and noble at the moment of death.

Records show that when the snow came, a soldier who had been attacking in the southern region entered the homes of locals in order to keep warm and robbed one of his master's hearths. Then the soldier was humbly shot and killed by his master at the door, how could the military's statistics department send such a letter back to the soldier's home?

"Your child was shot and killed by the victim during a robbery at the front, and I would like to express my deep condolences to you...... "If you see this death notice, it is hard to imagine how the soldier's mother would feel.

Also, during the long battle on the Eastern Front, there was once a German sniper who killed 22 enemy soldiers, because he was rushing back to the camp for dinner, and was broken in the head by a stray bullet flying from nowhere.

It turns out that not every hero, when he dies, shouts a certain slogan, wields a big knife or pistol in his hand, stands at the highest point of the battlefield, is beaten by countless bullets, and is heroic - in addition to being beaten to a blur of flesh and blood, standing at the highest point of the battlefield, there is no chance to do so many things, please believe this.

Even more tragic is not these people, but the German Navy's submarine forces, that is, these poor sailors who are holding funerals. The process of their death has nothing to do with tragedy and heroism, and they have stood in the darkness from beginning to end, and until they die, they have been in the suffocating darkness.

After the submarine dives, most of the lighting systems will be turned off in order to save electricity, so these sailors can only wait for the outcome of a contest in the darkness at their combat posts, if they win, then they can safely return to their harbor, and live a few more months of stormy days, if they fail, then only death awaits them.

Yes, death, and its humble death, the submarine was hit by depth charges, the hull was broken, most of the time the officers and men in the submarine did not die immediately, it is possible that the sea water poured into the cabin little by little, and the soldiers in the submarine could only wait for the last moment.

Either because of the depletion of oxygen, suffocation underwater. Either because of the influx of seawater and eventually drowning at the bottom of the sea. No matter how you die, it takes a process, a very long process for those who are about to die. The process is enough to break down and despair.

It's hard to imagine how these sailors survived their last moments, and it must have been a desperate wait anyway. Accompanied by madness accompanied by hysteria...... It makes people feel terrible when they think about it, and they feel that even their souls are not at peace when they die like this.

"Bah!" a neat gunshot rang out, pulling Accardo back from his ramblings to reality. The singing women had finished singing mournful hymns, and he saw that the soldiers had put the clothes of the fallen soldiers into their brand new coffins.

The Chinese pay attention to entering the soil for safety, and we can know from the cemeteries one after another abroad that in fact, in every corner of civilization, there are ways for the descendants of the dead to mourn. It's a pity that the war has left many people dead without a place, and they can't get an ordinary funeral when they die.

"Bah!" another neat gunshot rang out, and another funeral characteristic of the German Navy's submarine forces was coming to an end. Accardo waited until the third gunshot rang out, and then someone came up and asked him to come up for a brief speech, then he shifted his body, and walked a little stiffly to the podium, facing the families of the fallen below, who still had tear stains.

He spoke softly into the microphone in front of him. With the sea breeze, like cold snowflakes: "I know what I say now, and I can't heal your wounds. Your children, your husbands, your fathers...... In order to avenge the motherland, he went to the battlefield. ”

"Now they are dead, dead in the depths of the sea. He said word by word, as if to make everyone present remember his words: "Therefore, there will be more people whom they once defended to the death to stand up and avenge them! This is a war of revenge! The war will not end until the blood of the enemy is dried! There is a saying in Buddhism, 'When is the time to repay the wronged,' and people are advised to let go of their hatred and sacrifice themselves to calm their anger." But I would like to say that the anger of Germany will never subside! The German people will never give up their vengeful souls! What we firmly believe in is a tooth for a tooth and a countering violence with violence!"

"I can't return the dead to all of you, what I can do is to send more people to the battlefield and seek justice for the people who died today!" Accardo roared loudly: "I can only guarantee that the enemy will let one of our excellent Germanic soldiers die, and the soldiers of the German Empire, let them die a thousand!"

"To hell with compromise and forgiveness! Only by holding the gun in our hands can we gain the respect of the world! When that time comes, when our descendants become the backbone of this world, and when we look down on all our opponents, will we have the right to tolerate and have the right to forgive!"

Führer Accardo's speech was very brief, and after saying this, he raised his right hand high: "May my soldiers who died in battle rest in peace, and may all those who died in battle for the Reich live forever! Long live the Holy Great German Third Reich! Long live the German people! Long live the German spirit!"

In front of him, the families of the deceased who were standing there raised their arms, one moment they were mourners of their deceased relatives, and at this moment they were already full of fanaticism. The power of an idol is infinite, and besides, this idol is the head of a country, the head of state who brings infinite prosperity and strength to a country.

The pain is still there, but the frenzy is still there, and the families of those who have fallen now understand the Führer's pain and the Führer's conviction that their families will be remembered by the whole country, and that their Führer will lead an invincible army to avenge the dead, and what can they complain about?

"Führer, Accardo Rudolph...... Hooray!" shouted those present. When you think about the zealots who were martyred for Hitler, it's not hard to think that faith is sometimes really the most terrible weapon —

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