Chapter 121 Hey! Have you eaten?

In the room on the first floor, there were some modest meals on the dusty table, but in the center of the table, there was a half bottle of wine.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, Marco's aunt poured half a glass of wine for Wei Ran and the other three. The scarlet wine reflected a strange blood color under the light of the oil lamp, and paired with this The rather fanatical expression on the aunt's face and her nonsense-like confidence in Germany's victory actually made Wei Ran and the three of them feel a more frightening terror than the rumbling explosions outside the window.

After patiently finishing the tasteless dinner, the 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 just forgot to ask What are you doing when you come back this time?"

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

Dad Hans's lies are simply true. One after another, while making excuses, a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face, "You know, we can't reveal more to you."

"Completely understand! "The aunt simply changed the subject, "Marco, when are you going back? I will prepare some clothes for you." "Lieutenant Colonel Rudy allows me to stay at home for one more day." Marco was obviously impressed. According to the true story of Father Hans, "But it's best not to let others know that I didn't return to the battlefield immediately, after all..."

"I understand!"

This aunt He went on the road extravagantly, "I will help you keep the secret. I will try to come back as early as possible tomorrow to see if I can buy some meat and make you some delicious food."

"Thank you, aunt, then. "Marco frowned and drank all the red wine in the glass for fear of revealing his secrets by saying too much, "Aunt, it's getting late, you should go to bed early!"

"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 some point."

"No, let's stay on the first floor." Marco quickly refused.

"Listen to me, go to the basement." Marco's aunt helped the former dust off the non-existent dust on the major's uniform, "You are a major now, Berlin still needs you to bring your The soldiers are going to protect you, so go downstairs."

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

"Then...Okay." Marco, with a tangled look on his face, could only agree to his aunt's arrangement and returned to the basement with Father Hans and Wei Ran.

Gently, the tables made of ammunition boxes were piled up like beds. The three of them would take the bedding sent by Marco’s aunt, and there would be almost no interruptions in the dark and damp basement and outside the window. In the sound, they lay down undressed and thought about their own thoughts.

The night passed in the blink of an eye. There was a gentle knock on the door. Wei Ran and Father Hans got out of bed one after another. In the former’s hand, there was an extra one that did not belong here.A pistol from the era, and the latter raised the submachine gun he had brought down.

As for "Major Marco" lying on the bed, he was sleeping soundly like his brother drooling all at once.

Outside the door, Marco's aunt said softly through the door, "I have prepared breakfast for you. It is on the dining table on the first floor. Remember to tell Mario that he does not need to post breakfast today. Poster, let him stay at home with you."

Hearing this, Father Hans and Wei Ran put away their weapons at the same time, and the former replied hoarsely, "Okay, wait until they wake up. I'll let them know."

"Also, lend me your motorcycle. I just have to go out to give a lecture today." Marco's aunt said without waiting for Father Hans to answer. He ran upstairs without a trace.

Waiting until the footsteps outside the door completely disappeared, Father Hans winked at Wei Ran and was the first to leave the turbid and humid basement with his weapon in hand.

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

"I just hate war"

While Wei Ran was talking, all the main forces were placed outside in the square filled with thick fog. The fire bunkers built by the young men last night had been completed. At this time, next to the gallows not far from the door, There was a group of little kids in youth league uniforms with their chests straightened out and looking excitedly and proudly at the rank soldier who was brainwashing them. From time to time they would all stretch out their little arms and cry like ghosts. He shouted "Germany will eventually win!"

"Hate war?"

Dr. Hans also looked at the people on the square who were lining up under the organization of the stall army. The kid who used a dagger to poke holes in the corpse hanging on the gallows murmured in a voice that only he could hear, "That's a good excuse. Who doesn't hate war?"

Wei Ran He withdrew his gaze, turned around and leaned against the wall and asked, "Dad Hans, you seem to be more than just a doctor."

"When I was young, I happened to catch up with the First World War"< /p>

Dad Hans fumbled and took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket. After Wei Ran declined politely, he took one out and lit it, and said in a particularly depressed tone, "I The meaningless battle with my companions in the trenches full of corpses and rats, apart from a few worthless pieces of iron that could be hung on my chest, the only souvenir left for me was that one of them was blind. Eyes. However, compared with those idiots in the square, the price of one eye is already a very good deal."

Wei Ran sighed. , "But those brainwashed children who want to regain their brains may have to pay a price far more than just one eye."

"It would be better for such idiots to die.”

Dad Hans’s face showed obvious indifference and disgust, “Lest in ten or decades’ time, there will be another guy in a beer hall who ties everyone to a chariot.” Instead of having another world war then, it would be better to let them all die under the guns of the Soviets now. ”

Before Wei Ran could say anything else, a child shouted in surprise from downstairs. Father Hans popped the cigarette butt he had only had two puffs on out of the window, haha After taking a breath, he turned 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. Mario, who was wearing a full regimental uniform and carrying a kettle, a bugle and a dagger on his waist, sat upright, listening to the content on the radio very carefully. From time to time, he even straightened his back, and his small face was full of smiles. A strange expression of excitement emerged.

Even when he saw Father Hans and Wei Ran coming downstairs, he immediately stood up, straightened his right hand, and shouted, "Hey! Suck..."

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

This threat was obviously more effective than anything else. Mario was so frightened that he sat on the floor, and then with a cry, he rolled and crawled and hid behind his brother Marco.

“Dad, you’re scaring Mario again. ”

Marco said helplessly that this father who took good care of him was not a good-tempered man. It could even be said that if it weren’t for his stick education, he and his younger brother Mario might not be as big as each other now.

"I'm too lazy to scare this idiot"

Dad Hans, who didn't like Mario at all, sat down on the chair next to the dining table and turned off the radio. Then he opened the upturned dinner plate, picked up a piece of bread stuffed with sausage, and took a big bite. At the same time, he kept saying, "Your aunt rode the motorcycle away, so we can only walk back." "

"Brother, do you want to leave? "Mario asked reluctantly, holding on to Marco's sleeves. His eyes that were a little aggrieved and frightened just now were filled with deep reluctance and tears that he was trying to hold back.

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

"I will take you to fight the Soviets, arrest the Jews, and hang them all on the gallows! "Marco offered a temptation that his younger brother couldn't refuse.

"Really? Really? ! "

Mario jumped down and asked excitedly, swaying his legs, "I want to capture 100 Soviets! Catch 100 more Jews! Then burn them to death together. If you do this, you will definitely award me a medal in person! "

" Bang! "Dad Hans slapped the table hard, which frightened Mario and quickly hid behind his brother.

"Look at the good things these madmen have done! "Dad Hans clenched his fists and cursed fiercely, his old eyes filled with sadness that could not be concealed.

Marco sighed secretly, stood up and straightened the major uniform on his body. He said very formally, "Mario, now I recruit you as a major to join the battle sequence, and go with me to the front line to surround Berlin! ”

“I am very honored! Mr. Major! ”

Mario stopped his chest trembling with excitement, and subconsciously stretched out his right hand again. However, after Hans’ father coughed lightly, he just raised his arm and clicked. Putting it down, the line in his mouth also changed to "Hey...my brother." ”

“Idiot! "Dad Hans threw the last bite of bread into his mouth, "Marco, don't waste time, we should set off. ”

Marco nodded, “Mario, go and change some clothes.” "

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

"Go and change quickly. We have to go to the front line secretly. Otherwise, my aunt finds out and she will definitely not allow you to follow me. "Marco coaxed his younger brother, and while speaking, he took off the Youth League sword from his waist, "And when you get to the battlefield, I will give you a new military uniform, and then I will also give you this knife. Don't you always want it? Do you want my saber? "

"Can you really give it to me? ! "

Mario's eyes widened. He took Marco's saber without thinking, then took off the small dagger hanging on his belt and handed it to his brother, "I'll trade with you, you You also need to have weapons. ”

Taking the knife from Mario with a dumbfounded look, Marco hung it on his belt solemnly. The former then ran into a room on the first floor with the newly acquired knife.

Less than ten minutes before and after, Mario, wearing a khaki sweater and a pair of gray suspenders, and even a small hat on himself, ran out again, opened his trouser legs as if to show off, and showed off his quilt. The saber he stuffed into his sock, the smug expression on his innocent face that was waiting to be exaggerated, didn't seem to be affected at all by the increasingly dense explosions outside the window.

" Let’s go! ”

Dad Hans didn’t want to waste any more time. He handed the submachine gun to Wei Ran, bent down and picked up the frightened Mario, and walked out of the room first.

Under the cover of thick fog, a group of three people headed out of the city with a small bean sprout. In just one night, more buildings collapsed due to bombing and shelling on both sides of the street, and the number increased at the same time. , there are still corpses that haven’t had time to restrain themselves, and fire bunkers under construction.

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

But along the way, they also saw that the supervising teams who forced residents to support the front line were unscrupulously shooting civilians who opposed the war. Most of these civilians who died at the gunpoint of their own people were old people, and some of them even wore medals on their chests from World War I. In addition to the elderly, middle-aged and young adults only account for a minority. On the contrary, those arrogant war supervisors were filled with a large number of kids who looked like they were barely adults at most.

Whenever these little kids stretched out their right hands and shouted passionate slogans towards Marco who was passing by with envious expressions, not only did Marco have to respond quickly, but even Hans and Mario in his arms had to avoid them. Respond quickly if exposed. However, among the three people, Mario was probably the most excited.

As for Wei Ran, this guy was completely bullying those people across from him because they didn’t understand Chinese, and directly changed that crazy slogan into something that only he could understand.

"Victor, what the hell are you shouting?" Father Hans asked, slowing down slightly.

"Ask them if they have eaten," Wei Ran said while suppressing a smile, "Come on, come on, I'll teach you! Say haha ​​with me, hey! Have you eaten?"

"You can also eat snails!" Wei Ran encouraged irresponsibly , "Just shout like this, I hope this will make you feel better."

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

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

Wei Ran explained, and amidst the rumbling sound of cannons, he took the initiative to pass by the building. The soldiers in the Fire Fortress raised their arms and shouted vaguely, "Hey! Have you eaten?"