Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 236: Military Captain


The German Army's second-class soldier Burt is about to finish his first military service period, and is considering whether to stay in the army or to retire in December this year. Two years of life in the army taught him a lot of knowledge that he couldn't learn in society, and at the same time, he also gained a lot of insights from this farm child who never left his town before he was seventeen.

As a glorious infantryman of the Cypriot Legion, following the Legion, he traveled almost half of Europe, enjoying a lot of strange scenery that could only be seen in the paintings before, and he also experienced a **** **** fight. Fate fierce battle. This 19-year-old boy has grown into a real man. He has established his personal status in the group he belongs to. During the two years of service, everyone has seen the boy’s persistence and hard work. Received by the predecessors and colleagues of the army and successfully integrated into this big family.

Collectivism is the most respected core principle of the German Wehrmacht. It pursues that everyone is a member of the collective. In this organization, it is impossible to survive on the individual alone. Guys who live alone and play with individuality will surely suffer from The rejection, this kind of people rarely can successfully complete the first year of military service.

In addition to the daily training and the influence of military rules and regulations, the establishment of army cohesion is also guided and controlled by soldiers. Most German soldiers have actually received a lot of collectivist training before joining the army. They have been trained in elementary school. Learned discipline and obedience. The military has strengthened the education of soldiers in this area, letting them realize how small their personal strength is, but after uniting, they will be invincible.

They are members of the collective, the collective achievement is their achievement, the collective honor is their honor, the collective interest is their interest, and harming the collective is harming each of them. Maintaining the honor of the collective is everyone's mission. Bert has fully integrated into his company, and he has established an extremely deep friendship with his comrades.

Now there are two options before him, he can choose to retire. He returned to his home in Eichfeld and enjoyed peace and tranquility ever since. Relying on the salary and battlefield bonus he has accumulated over the past two years, he should be able to fulfill his childhood dream, buy a fertile land and find a lovely girl to marry.

Another option is to stay in the army and switch to voluntary service. The company commander has also made suggestions with him. His platoon leader has already submitted an application to his superiors. If he is willing to stay in the army, he will be promoted. He was a corporal and immediately arranged for him to participate in a training course for the platoon leader. Volunteer soldiers have many privileges. If you perform well, you can even be recommended to a military academy, and you can become a professional soldier.

Bert is a little at a loss now. Both options are full of temptations for him. The 19-year-old second-class soldier has been troubled for a whole week. If he can decisively choose the line of attack on the battlefield. , But when it comes to the choice of his own life path, he has no idea how to choose.

Bert stood in front of the headquarter's gate, looking straight ahead with his head high, his beloved 98k rifle in his hand. Just after lunch, the officers one after another walked back to the headquarters to work from the restaurant. During this period of time, your head of state will appear in some corners from time to time, so the officers are not slack in following the rules.

By about one in the afternoon, all the officers on duty had entered the headquarters. Those who were not on duty returned to the dormitory to enjoy a precious nap, and the command department became quiet. Bert has been standing for more than an hour. He feels a little sleepy. The warm sun in the afternoon shines on the privates through the shade of the trees. He feels his eyes are astringent, and the drowsiness is rising, which makes people unable to resist. . Looking at no one left or right, Burt leaned his rifle on his waist, stretched out his hands and stretched out. At the same time, his mouth widened and yawned, raising his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes.

"Haha. You're lazy!" A crisp voice rang beside him, immediately frightening the second-class soldier.

"Who?" Burt hurriedly picked up his rifle. Turning his face to look at the sound of the sound.

"Huh?" Then the second-class soldier was stunned. He rubbed his eyes again, a little disbelieving what he saw.

Standing there is a small female officer, wearing a neat Air Force officer uniform, with a white medical coat on the outside of the uniform, and a red cross armband on the sleeve of the coat. The female officer looked young, and Burt estimated that she should not be much different from him. Her delicate and beautiful face was full of youthfulness. The second-class soldiers felt that compared with military uniforms, she should be more suitable for the Alpine dress of the Hitler Girls.

There are some baby fat beside the delicate and beautiful cheeks, the big blue-gray eyes under the brim of the hat are shiny, and the delicate nose is slightly raised, adding a touch of playfulness to this beautiful face. The brim of the slightly large military hat showed broken platinum hair, which looked gorgeous under the noon sunlight.

Bao set up his mind and distinguished the military rank mark on the opponent's sky blue medic's collar. He quickly erected his rifle to salute the opponent. The second-class soldier did not dare to look directly at the amazing face, but when he lowered his gaze, he immediately saw a pair of cute round-toed leather shoes under the gray army pants. Immediately afterwards, he saw that those little leather shoes were moving towards him step by step, and Burt couldn't help but swallow a sip of water in secret.

"I saw you being lazy, private." The beautiful military captain stood in front of the poor private with his arms akimbo.

"Report sir, no." Burt replied loudly with his head up.

"You yawned and put your gun aside."

"Yes, sir, but I can explain."

"You are a lazy pig."

"Hey?" Burt was a little confused. Why did he become a pig after yawning?

"Don't deny, you still have eye feces in the corner of your eye that hasn't been wiped off." The military captain pointed to the corner of Bert's eye triumphantly.

"Sorry sir, please don't interfere with my duty."

Bert feels that the other party is a bit messy, and even an officer doesn’t have your turn to take care of it. Now this second-class soldier is a little angry, no wonder those colleagues said that the most unreasonable thing is a woman, even a young girl can drive you crazy.

"Your chief hasn't taught you, do you have to look at your superiors when you speak, second-class soldiers." The military doctor captain's voice was crisp, but the content of the words was murderous.

"Sorry, sir." Bert quickly looked down at the other party. The captain was a bit smaller, and he could only reach Bert's chest even with a military cap.

"What's your name, Private." The captain raised his chin, his eyes gleaming, and he looked very high in nature.

"William Burt, sir."

"In what year did you enlist in the army?"

"December 38, sir."

"Where is the person?"

"Eichfeld, sir."

"Saxony? Near Floburg?"

"Yes sir, where have you been, sir?"

Bert was surprised that the other party was very familiar with the location of his hometown. He had to know that in order for the platoon leader to figure out his hometown, he had been making gestures on the map for a long time.

"I once visited there. It was a very beautiful small village. I lived in a villager's house. The hostess of that house was a very enthusiastic lady. I remember everyone called her Mrs. Bertha."

"Ah, it's Mrs. Bertha. She lives diagonally across from my house. She is a very enthusiastic person. Everyone likes her."

"There is a plum tree in her backyard."

"Yes, yes, sir, I used to help her pick plums when I was young, and I gave me a big basket every time." Bert had already put the unhappiness behind him at this time, and he happily talked to the captain I got up, like seeing a fellow who hasn't seen for many years.

"Are you feeling a little tired in front of you, William Burt." The captain seemed to ask casually.

"Last night was the mobile post in the second half of the night. I cleaned up the back office during the day. The spirit was a bit bad, but it's much better now." Bert answered honestly.

"Well, I think you can try this." The captain took a glass tube from the pocket of his lab coat and handed it to Burt.

"This is?" Burt looked at the glass tube in a puzzled manner, and through the sunlight, he could see that there were a few white pills inside.

"This is a newly developed medicine. When you feel tired, you can take one tablet. It will immediately restore your energy and strength, but you can only take one tablet at a time. Don't overuse it." The captain finished. He took a card out of his pocket and handed it to Burt.

"There will be no side effects. I can guarantee that. I just hope that you will record the real feeling after use and send it to this address. This is very useful to me."

As Bert looked at the card carefully, there was a call from a distance.

"Hey, the one over there, stop chatting, Captain Hilter." The two turned their heads and looked at the same time, only to see on the steps in front of the command department, Lieutenant Kirsten beckoning here. .

"Oh, the sir is looking for me, we will talk again when we have a chance next time."

Military Captain Adele Hilter smiled at Bert and nodded, turned around and ran towards Kirsten, halfway through she suddenly turned and shouted to Bert: "Remember~IndoMTL.com~ one piece at a time, don't eat too much, remember to record the effect."

"Yes, sir." Burt offered a military salute to the opponent.

"Very well, second-class soldier." The second lieutenant of the military doctor smiled back to the military salute, and then ran towards the lieutenant colonel standing on the steps.

"Captain Hillt?" Burt watched the two female officers walk into the headquarters. He turned around and stood upright with the rifle on the post again. The second class had already secretly made a choice at this moment. He decided Continue to serve in the army.

The cough is still the same, but it’s much better than the night before. The medicine still works. I finally slept for a good night’s sleep. Even though I kept coughing during the day, it was not as intense as before, but I still didn’t dare to neglect it. , Continue to eat a lot of medicine, continue to treat.

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