"Hey Hoffman! Wake up! Hoffman, wake up! It's time to hand over your shift. If you want to sleep, go back to your dormitory and sleep!"
"What? It's time to change shifts??? Let's drink."
It is not a good thing to be woken up from your sleep, but if you are sleeping while slacking off at work, and you are woken up and told that it is time to get off work and you can go back to sleep well, this situation should be dealt with separately.
The German soldier, who was called Hoffmann, yawned loudly and reluctantly woke up from his sleep with sleepy eyes. When he opened his eyes in confusion, he saw at a glance that his comrade who came to change his shift was stuck in his chest.
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"What time is it now?"
Hoffman asked subconsciously and scratched his itchy scalp as he hadn't bathed for an unknown number of days. He looked sloppy and lazy.
"Four-thirty, yes, it's just after half-past four now."
"Huh? It's only half past four? Didn't you agree that the shift would change at five? Why? Why are you here so early?"
Hoffman, who still hadn't completely shaken off his sleepiness, kept asking casually. The brother who came to change his shift had already taken off the MP40 submachine gun on his shoulder, put it in the gun cabinet aside, and started tinkering with the room.
There is a small pot on the small stove inside, and I am going to add water to it. Most likely I want to cook something to fill my stomach.
"I couldn't sleep. I had a nightmare in the middle of the night. After I woke up from a fright, I couldn't fall asleep no matter how much I tried. There was no point in tossing and turning on the bed. I just came down and walked around to see you sleeping soundly, so I might as well put you back.
Sleep well. If I get sleepy on the night shift another day, you can come over in advance to replace me. This time you will be the first to pay."
"Huh? Is there still such a thing?"
With his sleepiness mostly gone, Hoffman slowly stood up from his chair, took out his Mauser 98K rifle from the gun cabinet next to the table, held the gun belt, threw it over his shoulder, and spoke quietly again.
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"What nightmare scares you like this? I remember that you usually sleep like a dead pig?"
The soldier on duty who was standing next to the small stove and had already started pouring hot water into the small pot did not answer directly. Instead, he threw away the half-eaten box of canned food and a handful of pasta that were lying aside.
After he put it into the small pot and started cooking, he found a chair and sat down and spoke slowly.
"You may not believe it, even I don't believe it myself."
"I dreamed that countless Russians were rushing into Berlin like ants. Their tanks were more numerous than all the rats in the sewers of Berlin combined. The streets, intersections, and houses were full of Russians.
Man, they were waving all kinds of weapons and firing wildly, and our people were like weeds blown down by the strong wind over and over again, never able to stand up again."
"The Russian soldiers trampled over our corpses, and their tanks ran over our streets. I don't know how long it took, but I finally saw them in my dream putting the red flag on the roof of the Capitol building, whistling in the wind.
The ground fluttered, and countless Russians stood on our corpses and cheered for victory."
"Oh my God, I'm so scared that I can't sleep when I think about this scene. It feels like we are mice in a cage, and the Russians are the people outside the cage, smiling and discussing how to kill us most effectively.
It’s fun, and all we can do is bang around in this shabby iron cage, with no way to get out.”
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In this case, what the shift soldier just said cannot be said to everyone.
To be blunt, if you tell someone you don't want to deal with, not only won't you win recognition, but you may even get yourself killed. In the end, it's not impossible to be shot as a traitor, because you can't hold the door with your mouth and lose it.
Are there many unlucky people who have lost their lives?
Fortunately, most of his sleepiness has gone away and Hoffman, who is almost completely awake, is not such a person. To be precise, he has a good relationship with this shift soldier.
The two of them take care of each other on weekdays, help each other on the battlefield, and think of each other when good things happen. Although they have not known each other for a long time, they are still good brothers in the same class, so the replacement soldier has the courage to speak to each other when only the two of them can hear each other.
Confess the dream under the circumstances.
After hearing this, Hoffman wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start or how to speak. The main reason was that he couldn't think of what words to use to comfort his brother. Whatever words he could think of were uttered and others would not believe him.
If he didn't believe it anymore, Hoffman felt that if he didn't even believe those feeble and deceptive words, how could he expect others to believe them?
"Do you have enough food? I didn't eat last night. Can you give me some food?"
Since I can't think of any comforting words, I simply change the topic and say something that can make people feel relaxed.
I have to say that this method did have some effect. At least after the soldier who was guarding the small stove heard it, the gloom on his face seemed to be reduced for an instant.
When talking about food, the shift soldier opened the lid of the small cooking pot and took a look inside. He found that there was a lot of filling food including soup and water. The steam coming out was accompanied by the aroma of food. To the naked eye
Visible appetite satisfaction is probably the best medicine that can offset fear at the moment, although this "medicine" is not very effective.
"Hey, there's quite a lot! Come over and eat together. This is the last bit of stock I brought back from Italy. It will be gone after eating it."
"Italy? What you brought back when you came back from Sicily? You haven't finished eating those things yet???"
"No, no, I should say that I had finished eating. I thought I had finished eating. But yesterday I went through my luggage and found that there was still half a bag left. I had eaten very little and not nutritious in the past two days, so I just brought it.
Improve your food and you'll be in luck."
"Well, I do have to say I'm lucky, so you're welcome."
With a smile on his face, Hoffman was just about to take a step forward and walk over, but he never thought that a sharp pain suddenly came from his stomach. There was no warning, it was really the pain of twisting the intestines.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"My stomach hurts. Damn it. I need to go have a bowel movement, right away."
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The soldier on duty who was cooking and eating next to the small stove immediately looked disgusted when he heard this, and blurted out the words "no mercy" without thinking.
"You poop while others are eating, so get out! If you come back late, don't blame me for not leaving room for you."
Feeling like he was about to escape, Hoffman ignored the scolding behind him and quickly grabbed a dusty newspaper on the table, rushed out the door and rushed out.
As soon as I rushed out and looked around, I found that there wasn't even a soul or even a mouse on the street, so I hurriedly found a place to poop and go back to fill my stomach.
However, what Hoffman didn't expect was that as soon as he clutched his stomach and rushed towards the alley next to him, a black shadow came from nowhere and covered his mouth in an instant.