At around 6:30, the exchange of artillery fire and attacks from both sides stopped with a tacit understanding. This commuting-style war mode was not due to the requirements of those big shots. It was a tacit understanding spontaneously formed by the front-line soldiers.
They are real people, not cold numbers in reports by big shots. They need to rest, so many front-line commanders choose to turn a blind eye.
Under the cover of night, both sides will draw a non-combatant zone in a very tacit understanding. These areas are often in the middle of the positions of both sides. Frontline officers will ask a small unit to walk into the non-combatant zone without weapons and with hands raised.
They came to collect the bodies.
This is what both sides of the war want to do. They hope to collect the bodies of their comrades, and no one wants to expose their bodies in the wilderness after death. On this point, the positions of the soldiers on both sides are consistent. Any officer who dares to stop this behavior
They will all be blacklisted the next day.
So later on, a unique battlefield culture was formed on all anxious fronts. For example, after both sides collected their own corpses, they would friendly send the corpses of the enemy's dead close to their own front to the opposite side, and the opposite side would also
will do the same.
The two sides will even conduct some material exchanges in the center of the battlefield. This has also spawned a lot of battlefield black markets. In fact, the senior officials of both sides are more or less aware of these phenomena, but no one will care about it, because the nosy idiots are already dead.
Under the gun.
It is too easy for a group of soldiers to plot against their own commander on the battlefield. They don’t even need to use black guns, they just need to expose their commanders during the battle, and the other side will help them deal with it very cleanly.
.
By now, those dull-minded officers have long since died. The higher-ups have no way of doing anything about this. What can they do? Clean up those soldiers who committed crimes? Don't be ridiculous! That's a meat grinder there!
The soldiers here don't even know what their future will be like.
If you are lucky and receive some seemingly serious injuries that are not fatal or disabling, and return to the safe rear from the front line, the soldiers call these wounds 'kisses from the goddess of luck'. If you are a little less lucky,
, with missing arms and legs, he retreated from the battle line. But at least he saved his life. At worst, he would become one of the many corpses.
So for the soldiers, there is actually no difference in life. Anyway, they never expected that the big bosses above would be kind enough to let them all go home early. In this case, many threats from the top are not a deterrent to them.
nothing.
When the war reaches this point, the top management needs to coax the soldiers to do many things. If it is really anxious, if others directly mutiny, the trouble will be even greater. Therefore, although the unique cultures derived from the battlefield are not of any benefit to the country, they can
The top management still can only turn a blind eye.
It was the same today. A group of French and American soldiers walked into the battlefield without weapons and raised their hands. The Germans on the opposite side did not shoot. Instead, based on the principle of reciprocity, an equal number of soldiers were sent into the battlefield to clean the battlefield.
A group of people were silent at first, carrying each other's bodies. After about an hour, their bodies were almost finished, and the two sides began to tacitly agree to send the bodies of the other side's dead to the opposite side. During this process, soldiers from both sides
You can also start a conversation.
Some people took out some lighters, watches, cans, and fuel to exchange materials that each other liked.
But in general, the German soldiers took out more valuables such as watches, pens, jewelry and other valuables, and exchanged cans, cigarettes, wine, chocolate and other more daily necessities with the American and French soldiers.
There is no way, for the current Germans, those valuables have very limited meaning to them. Prices in Germany have exploded, especially for food, where the shortage has become extremely serious.
This also affected the German army.
According to some German soldiers, they have been eating cabbage for several months. The life of the French soldiers was not very good before, but in any case, they were fighting on their own soil, and their supplies were relatively good compared to Germany. Wait until
After the Americans came, life became better for the French.
Therefore, during this period of time, the frontline soldiers of the Allied Powers have made a small fortune. For example, in the frontline exchange, a watch can be exchanged for a pack of cigarettes.
It is conceivable that the German army was short of supplies.
From here, it can also be seen that the Germans are at the end of their rope. If nothing else, the Allied Powers will consume Germany to death.
"Hans, we are here." Steve and his people mingled among the soldiers cleaning the battlefield. When the material exchange reached its climax, Steve and his people found a German soldier named Hans.
Hans, this name is used by four out of ten people in Germany. It is said that this has also spawned a joke. The US military shouted in the trench: Hey Hans, is that you (Hans, is that you?) in the trench opposite.
The Germans named Hans all stuck their heads out. The Americans shot each one. Later, when the Germans learned about it, they also imitated the Americans and shouted: Mike, isthatyou. Because there are many Americans named Mike.
At first glance, this paragraph was made up by Americans, but there are indeed many Germans named Hans.
And this Hans is a man in his thirties, a typical German man, silent and serious. His temperament does not match the lively exchange of supplies in front of him at all. But people should not be judged by their appearance, and this is the biggest man in the German army.
Second-rate dealer.
"Where's the chief?" The chief is Steve's friend, a member of the French International Legion. He should be considered an American, but I don't know how he got into the French army. He came to Europe to participate in the war very early. He was also in the black market on the battlefield.
A well-known figure with a good reputation.
"He's injured...a stray bullet hit his butt. It will take at least a week to recover." Steve said helplessly. He didn't lie. The chief's luck has always been very good. He has been in the war for several years, let alone injured.
, not even a minor problem. But just before they set off, this guy got injured for no apparent reason.
"Well... I wish him a speedy recovery, although I'm not sure whether this is a blessing or not." In fact, it is a good thing to be slightly injured on the battlefield. At least you can hide in the rear hospital and recover as soon as possible in this specific situation.
The time and place are not a good thing, because it means that the men in the rear will immediately kick them to the front line to die.
"Maybe, okay, Hans, can our previous transaction go ahead?" Steve didn't talk any more.
"Yes! But you must ensure that my comrades will not be treated unfairly." Hans obviously reached some kind of deal with the chief.
"Of course, they will receive amnesty and can receive special assistance from the Allied Powers. Once things go wrong, they can be transferred immediately and the Allied Powers will guarantee their treatment." Steve took out a stack of certification documents issued by the French government.
This was a deal reached between the chief and Hans before. They needed some identity, some identity that could move freely in the German-occupied areas. This required the cooperation of a group of German soldiers and even senior officers.
To put it mildly, I need the help of Erwuzi.
I have to say that Steve and the others did a good job. They did all the work for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Intelligence Department.
