German Army Private Bert is nearing the end of his first military service and is considering whether to stay in the army or retire in December. Two years in the army taught him a lot of knowledge that he could not learn in society, and at the same time, it also increased the knowledge of this peasant boy who never left his small town until the age of seventeen.

As a glorious foot soldier of the Cypriot Legion, he traveled almost half of Europe with the legion, admiring many strange beauties that could only be seen in pictures before, and also experiencing bloody hellish battles. The nineteen-year-old boy had grown into a true man, he had already established himself in the group to which he belonged, and during the two years of his service everyone saw the boy's perseverance and hard work, and he was accepted by his seniors and colleagues in the army and successfully integrated into the family.

Collectivism is the core principle of the Wehrmacht, the pursuit of everyone is a part of the collective, in this organization alone can not survive, the outlier is bound to be ostracized from the top down, such people are rarely able to successfully complete the first year of military service.

In addition to the influence of daily training and military rules and regulations, the establishment of military cohesion also has the guidance and control of soldiers' minds, and most German soldiers have actually received a lot of training in collectivism before joining the army, and they have already learned discipline and obedience in elementary school. In the army, soldiers have been educated in this area, so that they realize how small the power of the individual is, but when united, they will be invincible.

They are a part of the collective, the collective achievements are their achievements, the collective honor is their honor, the collective interests are their interests, the damage to the collective is the damage to each of them, and it is everyone's mission to maintain the collective honor. Bert has fully integrated into his company, and he has developed a deep friendship with his comrades.

There are two options now in front of him. He can choose to retire and return to his distant home in Eichfeld, where he will enjoy peace and tranquility ever after, and with the salary and war bonuses he has saved over the past two years, he should be able to fulfill his childhood dream of buying a fertile piece of land and marrying a lovely girl.

Another option was to remain in the army and become a volunteer, which the company commander had also suggested to him, and his platoon commander had submitted an application to his superiors to promote him to corporal if he wished to remain in the army. And immediately arranged for him to participate in a training course for squad platoon leaders. Volunteer soldiers have a lot of privileges, and if they perform well, they can even be escorted to the military academy, so that they can become a member of the professional soldiers.

Bert was now a little dazed and at a loss, both of these options were full of temptations for him, and the nineteen-year-old private had been agonizing about this for a whole week, if he could decisively choose the line of attack on the battlefield, but when it came to choosing his own life path, he had no idea what to choose.

Bert stood at the front of the headquarters, his head held high, his eyes level, looking ahead. In his hand is his beloved 98K rifle. Just after lunch, the officers walked back to the headquarters from the dining room one after another, and during this time, His Excellency the Führer would appear in a corner from time to time, so the officers did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

It was about one o'clock in the afternoon. All the officers on duty had entered the headquarters, and those who were not on duty returned to the dormitories to enjoy a precious nap, and the front of the headquarters became quiet. Bert had been standing for more than an hour, and he felt a little sleepy. The warm afternoon sun shone through the shade of the private trees, and he felt his eyes glaze and he felt sleepy. It's irresistible. Seeing that there was no one left and right, Bert leaned his rifle against his waist, stretched out his hands and stretched his waist, and at the same time yawned loudly with his long mouth, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.

"Haha, you're lazy!" A crisp voice sounded beside him, and it immediately frightened the private.

"Who?" Bert hurriedly grabbed his rifle and turned his face to look at the place where the voice sounded.

"Huh?" Then the private was stunned, and he rubbed his eyes again, a little unconvinced of what he was seeing.

Standing there was a small female officer, dressed in a crisp Air Force officer's uniform with a white medical coat over it and a red cross armband on the sleeve of the coat. The female officer did not look very old, and Bert estimated that she should not be much different from herself, her delicate and beautiful face was full of youthful air, and the private felt that she should be more suitable for the Alpine skirt of Hitler's Girls' Corps than the military uniform.

There was some baby fat next to the delicate and beautiful cheeks, a pair of big blue-gray eyes shining under the brim of the hat, and the delicate nose was slightly upturned, adding a touch of playfulness to this beautiful face, and the brim of the military hat that looked a little big showed white and gold broken hair, which looked gorgeous and unusual in the noon sun.

Burn was stunned, and recognized the rank mark on the opponent's azure military doctor's collar badge, and he hurriedly erected his rifle and saluted the other party. The private didn't dare to look directly at the face that amazed him, but when he looked down, he saw that the other party was wearing a pair of cute round scalp shoes under his gray military trousers. Immediately after, he saw that the little leather shoes were walking towards him step by step, and Bert couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"I see you're lazy, private." The beautiful medic captain stood with his waist crossed in front of the poor private.

"Report sir, no." Bert replied loudly with his head tilted.

"You yawned and put your gun aside."

"Yes, sir, but I can explain."

"You're a big lazy pig."

"Huh?" Bert was a little confused, how could he become a pig with a yawn?

"Don't deny it, you still have eye droppings from the corners of your eyes that haven't been wiped off." The medic captain said triumphantly pointing to the corner of Bert's eye.

"I'm sorry sir, please don't interfere with my duties."

Bert felt that the other party was a bit of a mess, even if it was an officer, it would not be your turn to be in charge of the Air Force. Now this private is a little angry, no wonder those colleagues say that the most unreasonable thing is that a woman, even if it's just a young girl, can drive you crazy.

"Didn't your commander teach you to look at your superiors when you speak, private." The voice of the military doctor captain was crisp, but the content of the words was murderous.

"I'm sorry, sir." Bert hurriedly looked down at the other party, this captain is really a little smaller, even if he wears a military cap, he can only reach Bert's chest.

"What's your name, private?" The captain had his chin tilted, his eyes sparkling, and he looked very high-natured.

"William. Bert, sir. ”

"What year did you enlist?"

"December '38, sir."

"Where?"

"Ashfeld, sir."

"Saxony? Close to Floburg? ”

"Yes, sir, you've been there, sir?"

Bert was surprised that the other party was very familiar with the location of his hometown, knowing that in order to let the platoon commander figure out his hometown, he had been drawing on the map for a long time.

"I was there for a visit, and it was a very beautiful little village, and I was staying in a villager's house, and the hostess of the house was a very helpful lady, and I remember everyone called her Madame Bertha."

"Ah, it's Mrs. Bertha, she lives diagonally across the street from my house, and she's a very warm-hearted person, and everybody likes her."

"There's a plum tree in her backyard."

"Yes, yes, sir, when I was a child, I used to help her pick plums, and every time she gave me a big basket." Bert had put his previous unhappiness behind him at this time, and he chatted happily with the captain, as if he had seen a fellow countryman he had not seen for many years.

"Are you feeling a little tired earlier, William. Bert. The captain asked, seemingly casually.

"Last night, I was on duty at the mobile post in the second half of the night, and today I cleaned up the internal staff during the day, and my spirit is a little bad, but now I am much better." Bert replied honestly.

"Well, I guess you can try this." The captain pulled a glass tube out of the pocket of his coat and handed it to Bert.

"What is this?" Bert looked at the glass tube suspiciously, and through the sunlight he could see that it contained several white pills.

"This is a newly developed drug, when you feel tired, you can take one tablet, which can immediately restore your mental and physical strength, but you can only take one tablet at a time, do not overdo it." The captain took a card from his pocket and handed it to Bert.

"There won't be any side effects, that's guaranteed, I just hope you record your real feelings after using it and send it to this address, which is very useful to me."

Just as Bert looked at the cards carefully, a call was heard in the distance.

"Hey, the one over there, stop chatting, Captain Hilter." The two men turned their heads at the same time, only to see Lieutenant Colonel Kirsten waving on the steps in front of the headquarters.

"Ah, the chief is looking for me, we'll talk next time we have a chance."

Adele. Captain Hilt smiled at Bert and nodded, then turned around and ran briskly towards Kirsten, halfway through the run, she suddenly turned around and shouted to Bert: "Remember, one tablet at a time, don't eat too much, remember to record the effect." ”

"Yes, sir." Bert gave a military salute.

"Very well, private." The second lieutenant smiled and saluted back, and then ran towards the lieutenant colonel standing on the steps.

"Captain Hilter?" Bert watched the two female officers walk into the headquarters, he turned around and stood up with his rifle on the sentry post again, the private had secretly made a choice at this moment, he decided to stay in the army.

The cough is still the same, but it is much better than the night before, the medicine still works, and I finally slept peacefully, although I still coughed during the day, but it was not as intense as before, but I still didn't dare to slack off, and continued to chew on the medicine and continue to treat.

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