You call me a big treacherous evil?

But Hans was actually very nervous about the fact that he was about to go to the battlefield to kill people.

In fact, in Hans's class, except for the sergeant and corporal who had previous combat experience in the Great War.

The rest of the soldiers, like Hans, set foot on the battlefield for the first time.

In the same battle group as Hans, apart from the sergeant and corporal, there was also a halfling who was planning to inherit the tailoring business of his family, Little Glasses.

A thin man from a working family who is determined to work hard to get into college, and a short man from a farmer's family who is always hungry and pious like a priest.

Although they only served for a short year together, Hans and the three of them still established a deep friendship.

After stepping on the stuffy tank car, the light that shines into the car from the gap in the stuffy tank car fills the car with an indescribable smell, as if putting smelly socks and broken cheese in a pot and slowly cooking it. In the stuffy tank compartment of the car, this strange smell became more viscous.

It seemed that the smell was drilling into his brain through his nasal cavity.

According to the thin man, this is because the sense of smell becomes more sensitive after the dim light limits vision.

Hans didn't know if the thin man was right or not, but at this moment he felt as if his stomach was twisted together, and he was very uncomfortable.

This feeling is like the night before I enlisted in the army, Hannah in the beer hall pulled me up to the room on the second floor of the beer hall.

In the dim environment, Hans looked at his friends.

The dwarf held the crucifix of the Father hanging around his neck with both hands, and muttered something quickly.

It's just the noisy sound in the train, so that Hans couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

The thin man found a hole in the carriage, and was leaning there to read the textbook that he had turned to the edge, according to the thin man.

The first thing he did after he left the army was to take the university entrance exam that year.

As for the dwarf, this guy who can never get enough to eat is due to his previous misdeeds of stealing emergency rations with him.

As soon as the emergency rations were distributed, this guy was called by the squad leader to watch in person, so Hans didn't know where the thin man was hiding now.

And Hans, who had nothing to do, simply started counting the wheels of the train, and there was a "clang" sound when they passed the joints of the rails.

When Hans counted to one thousand for the first time, the squad leader came up and asked Hans if he had seen the dwarf who had been hanging out with them.

Hans shook his head, he didn't see the dwarf.

After asking the glasses who had been praying and the thin man who was reading a book, the squad leader left cursing.

It seems that the dwarf may have found another place to eat emergency rations secretly.

After being interrupted by the monitor, Hans, who forgot how much he had just counted, began to count again the "clang" sound of the train wheels rolling over the joints of the rails.

This time when Hans counted to two thousand, the train began to slow down and then stopped slowly.

"We have arrived?"

Hans asked the glasses sitting on the side of the carriage.

The glasses looked out through the hole in the carriage, and then turned to Hans and shook his head.

"We didn't see the platform, we stopped in the wild."

"Is the train malfunctioning?"

As soon as Hans finished asking, the door of the carriage was pulled open with a bang.

The strong light entering the stuffy tank compartment made it difficult for Hans to adapt to it for a while, and he squinted his eyes unconsciously in the suddenly lit compartment.

"Get out of the car! Get out of the car!"

Before Hans could get used to the light, a whistle sounded outside the carriage. Along with the whistle sounded a very majestic voice, which made people not have any desire to talk back to him.

So Hans, who squinted his eyes, staggered towards the car door with his heavy backpack and rifle on his back like the people beside him, and then jumped out of the car.

After jumping out of the carriage, Hans finally got used to the glaring light.

Stepping on the autumn grass, Hans saw countless soldiers jumping out of the carriages, forming a thin gray line in the wilderness.

"One company, one row, one shift! Gather here!"

"Three in a row, two in a row, two in a row! Assemble!"

As the non-commissioned officers began to organize the team, Hans immediately came to line up in front of his squad leader reflexively. In the queue, Hans saw the dwarf that the angry squad leader was looking for in the carriage.

At this time, the dwarf's face was flushed, and there was still a bit of biscuit crumbs on the beard on his lips. People could see what he did when he was hiding before, and what happened after the angry squad leader found him.

"Everyone! Stand at attention! Step together~~ let's go!"

Following the order of the platoon leader, Hans began to move forward with his company along the railway.

At first Hans didn't understand why the train was parked in the open, but soon Hans knew.

With the faint sound of explosions in the distance, one after another shabby carriages came to the train from the direction they were traveling, and a group of ragged soldiers with dirty bandages lay on the carriages of those shabby carriages.

These haggard-faced soldiers looked at Hans blankly and they moved towards the direction of the explosion.

This kind of scene made Hans feel a little dazed for a moment. He felt as if he saw a person who was half lying on the carriage and half of his face was covered with bandages, talking to him with his mouth.

"Hell is ahead."

After a group of cavalrymen and a rumbling mech passed Hans who was marching from the side, Hans turned around and couldn't see the man who seemed to be talking to him with his mouth.

"What are you looking at?"

Seeing Hans turning his head frequently, the thin man standing behind him asked him in a low voice.

"I seem to see someone... forget it..."

Hans straightened the slipped gun belt hanging on his shoulder, and continued to walk forward with the team.

As the explosion sounded louder and louder, the originally huge team soon began to disperse in all directions.

First, he passed through an artillery position piled up with a large number of shells. Dozens of rumbling heavy artillery pieces in the position almost made Hans feel that he would lose his hearing.

Even after getting away from the artillery, Hans felt that the sound of the rumbling artillery was still echoing in his ears.

After walking for a further distance, Hans saw a trench and soldiers packing their things in the trench, who seemed to be preparing to leave in line.

The officers and non-commissioned officers immediately stepped forward and chatted with the officers and non-commissioned officers in the troops who were about to evacuate.

Hans vaguely heard words such as "the shelling is heavy", "a lot of heavy machine guns are deployed", "no mechs" and so on.

Then the platoon leader greeted them to enter the trench and began to lay out the defense line.

As soon as they entered the line of defense, they discovered the gifts left by the evacuated soldiers.

The trenches were filled with excrement of all kinds.

Under the call of the non-commissioned officers, Hans, like the others, pinched his nose and cleared the remaining gifts out of the trench.

Then I found a clean corner for myself to put my backpack and other personal items.

After finding that the cleaner places were occupied by the non-commissioned officers, Hans simply followed the instructions of the non-commissioned officers and prepared to dig out a cave in the trench with an engineering shovel as his own nest.

The dwarf, who ate all the way on the train, jumped out of the trench and wanted to solve his personal problems.

Just as Hans was just digging a shallow hole in the trench with his shovel, a strange screaming sound sounded in the sky.

"Bombardment! Concealment!!!"

Before Hans could react to what happened, he heard the non-commissioned officer who could comfortably crawl under the barbed wire while the machine gun bullets flew over his head yelled loudly at them.

So Hans subconsciously lay down in the trench, opened his mouth and covered his ears as taught during training.

Every second that happened next, Hans felt as if a century had passed.

Thunderous explosions kept ringing beside Hans, and the trembling ground made Hans feel as if he was back in that stuffy tank car again.

The sand and stones from the explosion kept raining down on Hans, making Hans think that he was about to be buried alive.

He wanted to get up and shake the sand away so he wouldn't be buried alive.

But the huge explosion made him tremble like a quail, and he didn't have the courage to stand up from the trench at all.

At this moment, Hans felt as if he was thrown out of the world in this shelling.

He was looking at the world in a strange way, as if there were no other sounds in the world except explosions.

There are only endless explosions left in the whole world, sand and stones that are constantly falling and burying him, this trench and himself who is gradually buried in the trench.

Finally, it seemed that after a long time, Hans felt that the shelling would never stop, and that he himself would die of old age in this trench.

The shelling stopped suddenly as if it had just happened suddenly.

After the explosion stopped, it took a while.

Hans, who was half buried in the trench, carefully shook off the gravel from his body, and stood up from the trench.

Then he seemed to be back in the world again, and finally he began to hear other voices.

The screams of soldiers, the roars of officers, and the continuous fire of machine guns.

"Soldiers! Soldiers! Let's fight!"

After being slapped across the face, Hans saw the squad leader who was snarling at him in front of him, and hugged the rifle that the squad leader had stuffed into his arms.

Hans finally heard the avalanche-like "hula" outside the trench.

Hans, who was pushed to the side of the trench by the squad leader, came to the side of the trench like a mechanical version.Stepped on the design bench and pulled the bolt, loading the bullet with a crisp metallic sound.

Then he aimed at the yellow figures that were approaching quickly in the distance, and the class was moved.

"Ping!"

With a crisp sound, there was a familiar impact on the shoulder.

Hans, whose brain had stopped thinking during the shelling, pulled the bolt again, ejected the hot shell, pushed the next bullet into the gun chamber that was still emitting gunpowder smoke, aimed again at the figure that was much closer, and pulled the trigger .

After Hans pulled the trigger a few times, Hans, who felt as if he was re-adapting to the world, heard the hoarse voice of the squad leader in the trench.

"50 meters! Grenades! Bayonets ready!"

106 Hans' War ([-])

Hans sat in the trench, in the little space partitioned off by a felt blanket.

Staring at the oil lamp in front of him that illuminated the small space, he was in a daze.

The lunch box in his hand contained a steaming sausage and a piece of soft white bread.

If it was normal, this sumptuous dinner would definitely be one with him in the shortest possible time.

But now Hans has no appetite with his lunch box.

The thin man sitting in this small space, like the glasses, is also holding the lunch box in his hand but has no appetite at all.

Beside the three of them, the place that used to belong to the dwarf was now empty, and there was only an old knife with the letter "G" engraved on the handle.

Hans and the others all know this pocket knife.

This is the dwarf's treasure. According to him, this is the spoils brought back from Franche when his grandfather and the prime minister defeated the Franche people.

If he doesn't use this knife to cut meat, he won't eat well.

After the battle, however, they were never able to find the dwarf.

Or the glasses were near a bomb crater, and a few pieces of rags and the knife were found.

As for where the dwarf went, none of them wanted to think about it.

Just as the small space separated by the felt blanket fell into deathly silence.

A person suddenly lifted the felt blanket and squeezed into the small space.

"Why don't you eat? It's rare to find such good food on the front line."

The squad leader, who was munching on the sausage in his hand, squeezed into the small space and sat down where the dwarf was before.

After being bitten by the knife, the squad leader took out the knife from under his buttocks.

"Don't misplace this thing, put it away properly."

While speaking, he handed the knife to Hans casually.

Looking at the small knife handed over by the squad leader, Hans took it after hesitating for a while.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and eat."

After handing the knife to Hans, the squad leader started munching on his sausage again.

Under the pressure of the squad leader, Hans and the others also started to eat the sausages in the lunch box, but the sausages and bread lost their old taste.