War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 121 Hey!Have you eaten!
In the room on the first floor, there were some not-so-rich meals on the dusty table, but in the center of the table was a half bottle of wine.

With the dim light of the oil lamp, Marco's aunt poured half a glass of wine for Wei Ran and the three of them respectively. The scarlet wine reflected a strange blood color under the light of the oil lamp, and this aunt's face was quite fanatical. The expression on his face, as well as his confidence in Germany's victory like gibberish, made the three of Wei Ran feel more terrifying than the rumbling explosion outside the window.

After patiently finishing the tasteless dinner, this crazy aunt who seemed to be giving a speech raised her head and drank the last sip of red wine, and then asked curiously, "Marco, I forgot to ask you just now, why did you come back this time?" What's matter?"

"We are helping Lieutenant Colonel Rudy to send some key information to the headquarters."

Father Hans lied one after another. While making excuses, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face, "You know, we can't reveal more things to you."

"Totally understand!" The aunt simply changed the subject, "Marco, when are you going back? I'll prepare some clothes for you."

"Lieutenant Colonel Rudy allowed me to stay at home for one more day." Marko was obviously a true biography of Father Hans, "but it's best not to let others know that I didn't return to the battlefield immediately, after all."

"I see!"

This aunt was particularly on the road, "I will help you keep a secret. I will try to come back as early as possible tomorrow to see if I can buy some meat and make you something delicious."

"Then thank you, auntie." Afraid of revealing too much, Marco frowned and drank the red wine in the glass, "Auntie, it's getting late, you should go to bed early too!"

"You guys go to the basement to sleep." The aunt said with concern, "The first floor is too dangerous, maybe a shell will fall at any time."

"No, we'll be on the first floor." Marco quickly refused.

"Listen to me, go to the basement." Marco's aunt helped the former dust off the dust that didn't exist on the major uniform, "You are a major now, and Berlin still needs you to take your soldiers to protect, so go upstairs Come down."

Marco opened his mouth to say something, but Father Hans drank the red wine in the glass helplessly, "Marco, let's go to the basement."

"Okay then." Marco, with a tangled face, could only agree to his aunt's arrangement, and took Father Hans and Wei Ran back to the basement.

Gently stacking the table made of ammunition boxes into a bed, the three of them will take the bedding sent by Aunt Marco, and lie down with their clothes in the dark and damp basement and the almost uninterrupted sound of explosions outside the window. Each pondered their own thoughts.

In the blink of an eye, the night passed, and with the sound of knocking on the door, Wei Ran and Father Hans turned over and got out of bed in no particular order. The former had an extra pistol that did not belong to this era, while the latter raised his hand. Bring down the submachine gun.

As for "Major Marco" lying on the bed, he was drooling like his younger brother and sleeping soundly.

Outside the door, Marco's aunt said softly through the door, "I have prepared breakfast for you, it's on the dining table on the first floor, remember to tell Mario that he doesn't have to put up posters today, let him stay at home with you." You guys."

Hearing this, Father Hans and Wei Ran put away their weapons at the same time, and the former replied hoarsely, "Okay, I will notify them when they wake up."

"Also, lend me your motorcycle. I'm just going to give a lecture today." Marco's aunt ran up the stairs without waiting for Father Hans to answer.

Until the sound of footsteps outside the door completely disappeared, Father Hans winked at Wei Ran, and was the first to leave the basement with the cloudy air and damp air, carrying a weapon.

As Father Hans returned to the first floor, he climbed up the stairs to the second floor. The former sat in front of the window with a stool, looked at the King's Square shrouded in thick fog, and asked himself Same question as yesterday, "Victor, your reaction doesn't look like a recruit."

"I just hate war"

While Wei Ran was speaking, he focused all his attention on the square filled with thick fog outside. Last night, the fire bunkers built by those half-children had been completed. At this time, beside the gallows not far from the door, there was There was a group of kids in youth league uniforms straightening up their chests, looking excitedly and proudly at the rank soldier who was brainwashing them, and from time to time they would stretch out their little arms in unison, howling like ghosts and wolves Shouted "Germany will finally win!"

"Hate war?"

Dr. Hans also looked at the children who were lined up in the square under the organization of the stall army to poke holes in the corpses hanging on the gallows with daggers, and muttered in a voice that only he could hear, "It's a Good excuse, who doesn't hate war?"

Wei Ran withdrew his gaze, turned around and leaned against the wall and asked, "Father Hans, you don't look like just a doctor."

"I was young just in time for World War I"

Father Hans fumbled and took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket. After Wei Ran declined, he took out one and lit it, and said in a very depressed tone, "My companions and I are here The meaningless battle in the trenches full of corpses and rats, except for a few worthless iron pieces that can be hung on the chest, the only memorial left to me is blindness. However, and the square Compared with those idiots, it is already a very cost-effective deal to exchange one eye for the current brain sobriety."

Wei Ran sighed, "But those brainwashed children want to regain their sanity, and the price they have to pay may be far more than just one eye."

"It's good for such a fool to die"

Father Hans had obvious indifference and disgust on his face, "In case there will be another lunatic in a certain beer hall who will tie everyone to a chariot in ten or decades, instead of doing it again at that time In a world war, it would be better to let them all die under the guns of the Soviets now."

Before Wei Ran could say anything more, a child shouted in surprise from downstairs.Father Hans flicked the butt of the cigarette he had smoked through the window, heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and walked down the stairs.

Following Father Hans back to the first floor, the radio placed in the middle of the dining table was playing impassioned nonsense to boost morale.At the dining table, Mario, who was wearing the full uniform of the Youth League, sat upright with a kettle, bugle, and dagger on his waist, listening to the content on the radio very carefully, and even straightened his waist from time to time, A strange look of excitement appeared on the small faces.

Even when he saw Papa Hans and Wei Ran coming down the stairs, he immediately stood up, straightened his right hand, and shouted, "Hey! Suck!"

However, before the last two voices came out of his leaky front teeth, Father Hans had already slapped Mario on the back of the head with a big ear, "Shut up, you idiot! Let me see you stretch out your right hand, and I'll cut it off for breakfast!"

This threat was obviously more effective than anything else. Mario sat down on the floor in fright, and then crawled and hid behind his brother Marco with a crying voice.

"Dad, you're scaring Mario again."

Marco said helplessly that this old man who took good care of him was not a good-tempered one. It can even be said that if it weren't for his stick education, he might not be much different from his younger brother Mario now.

"I'm too lazy to scare this idiot"

Father Hans, who didn't like Mario anyway, sat down on the chair by the dining table, turned off the radio, lifted the upturned dinner plate, picked up a piece of bread with a sausage in it, and took a bite. He never forgot to say, "Your aunt took the motorcycle away, so we can only go back on foot."

"Brother, do you want to leave?" Mario asked, holding on to Marco's sleeves, his eyes that were a little bit aggrieved and scared just now were full of reluctance and trying to hold back tears.

Marco, who was sitting on the chair, nodded and hugged his younger brother Mario on his lap, "Mario, come with me after dinner."

"Can I go with you?" Mario asked excitedly, but then said with a bitter face, "No, I have to put up posters today, and I have to help the post office deliver letters in the afternoon."

"I'll take you to fight the Soviets, catch the Jews, and hang them all on the gallows!" Marko offered a temptation that his brother could not refuse.

"Really? Really?!"

Mario jumped down shaking his legs and asked excitedly, "I want to capture 100 Soviets! Capture another 100 Jews! Then burn them to death together, so that Yuantou will definitely award me a medal himself!"

"Bang!" Father Hans slapped the table hard, scaring Mario and quickly hid behind his brother.

"Look at the good deeds these lunatics have done!" Father Hans cursed fiercely with his fists clenched, his old eyes revealing an unconcealable sadness.

Marco sighed secretly, stood up and flattened the major uniform on his body, and said very formally, "Mario, now I am recruiting you to join the battle sequence as a major, and go to the front line with me to defend Berlin!"

"I am very honored! Mr. Major!"

Mario puffed out his chest and trembled excitedly, and subconsciously stretched out his right hand again, but after Father Hans coughed in a moderate way, he put down his arm just now with a "snap", and the lines in his mouth changed. Became "Hey my brother."

"Idiot!" Father Hans threw the last bite of bread into his mouth, "Marco, don't waste time, it's time for us to go."

Marco nodded, "Mario, go and change quickly."

"I refuse!" Mario hugged the small bugle in his hand, "This is my weapon!"

"Hurry up and change clothes, we have to go to the front line secretly, otherwise my aunt will find out, and she will definitely not allow you to follow me." Marco coaxed his younger brother, and at the same time he untied the youth league saber from his waist , "And when you get to the battlefield, you will be given a new military uniform, and this knife will also be given to you at that time. Didn't you always want my saber?"

"Can you really give it to me?!"

Mario's eyes were wide open, and he took Marco's saber without thinking, and then untied the small dagger hanging from his belt and handed it to his brother, "I will trade with you, you must have a weapon."

Dumbfounded, he took Mario's knife, and Marco hung it on his belt solemnly, before the former ran into a room on the first floor with the newly acquired knife.

In less than ten minutes, Mario, who was wearing a khaki sweater and a pair of gray overalls, and knew how to put a small hat on himself, ran out again, flaunting his pant legs, showing that he had stuffed them into the socks The saber, the complacent expression on that innocent face and the little expression waiting to be exaggerated, seemed to be unaffected by the increasingly dense explosions outside the window.

"Let's go!"

Father Hans didn't want to waste any more time, handed the submachine gun to Wei Ran, bent down to pick up the trembling Mario, and walked out of the room first.

Under the cover of dense fog, a group of three people headed out of the city with a small bean sprout.In just one night, there were more buildings collapsed due to bombing and shelling on both sides of the street. At the same time, there were more corpses that had not been restrained in time, and firepower bunkers that were under construction one by one.

Compared with when they came in last night, the interrogation of going out of the city to the direction of the battlefield was more relaxed. There was even a veteran who looked about the same age as Father Hans along the way, and generously gave Mario a freshly baked chicken leg with sauce.

But along the way, they also saw that the supervising teams who forcibly recruited residents to support the front line shot and killed civilians who opposed the war recklessly.Most of these civilians who died at their own guns were old people, and some of them even wore medals they won during World War I on their chests.In addition to the elderly, middle-aged and young adults are only a minority.On the contrary, those arrogant supervising teams are filled with a large number of hairy children who seem to have just grown up at most.

Whenever these furry children stretched out their right hands to Marco passing by enviously and yelled passionate slogans, not only Marco had to respond quickly, but even Father Hans and Mario in his arms had to respond quickly to avoid being exposed.However, among the three, Mario is probably the most excited.

As for Wei Ran, this guy is completely bullying the people on the opposite side who don't understand Chinese, and directly changed that crazy slogan into an empty ear that only he can understand.

"Victor, what the hell are you shouting?" Father Hans asked, slowing down his pace a little.

"Ask them if they have eaten." Wei Ran said with a smothered smile, "Come on, let me teach you! Shout with me, hey! Have you eaten!"

"Hey! Eat snails!" Father Hans asked with great interest, "Is that so?"

"It's okay to eat snails!" Wei Ran encouraged irresponsibly, "Just shout like that, I hope this will make you feel better."

"What language is this?" After Hans finished speaking, he muttered "Do you eat snails" over and over again.

"Chinese, the greatest and most interesting language I know."

Wei Ran explained, and amidst the sound of the rumbling guns, he took the initiative to raise his arms to the passing soldiers in the fire fortress and shouted indistinctly, "Hey! Have you eaten!"

　Survival warning: As long as you have a normal mind, you should be able to see that I was teasing and sarcasm at the end, so whoever puts a big hat on me will only have one egg, um, that’s it, regardless of gender.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)