"Alice!"

The old man sitting beside him was inappropriate—or on the contrary, he interrupted the feeling that was quietly brewing with a light call. The woman responded softly and walked over with her head slightly lowered. With her back straightened, her back no longer hunched over, but showed the gracefulness that a young woman should have. After staring at her for a few seconds, Lynn subconsciously turned to look at her. Under the moonlight, the winding road finally disappeared at the end of the darkness. Koenigsburg, a coastal city that sounds beautiful, has now become the last hope of hundreds of thousands of German soldiers and civilians stranded in East Prussia. The few remaining ships of the German Navy, together with the brave and fearless sailors, were snatching ships of civilians and soldiers from the eyes of Soviet aircraft and ships...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help feeling a little melancholy. Lin En turned around and the woman had just taken two pieces of scones from the old man's hand and was turning around and walking towards her. A gust of wind blew, and the plaid shawl was empty and slipping. The complete face and the bundle of hair were like a small feather, teasing Lin En's young heart without hesitating.

Maybe it was because of gratitude, or maybe it was because of the other person as an old friend. The woman did not avoid Lin Neng's dazed gaze this time, and as the distance narrowed, the eyes with dark brown eyes gradually widened. When she walked to Lin Neng and stopped, she was already in the most spiritual and beautiful state.

One loses his husband and the other has no cousin, Lin Neng's heartbeat is significantly accelerating. As an ordinary member who unfortunately gets involved in this cruel war, life is as fragile as blooming flowers. A breeze, a few drops of raindrops, and even invisible gravity may make it wither at any time. Why not bloom with you, even if it is only one second?

"Please eat!"

A woman serves food with her hands, just like she welcomes her husband who has returned from hard work.

The man's broad chest pillow is given to the sleeping child, and his strong arms can completely embrace the mature body of this woman.

After being stunned for three or four seconds, Lin En realized his disobedience. He looked down at the woman's hand. The cake was the size of a palm, and the fingers under the moonlight had a white jade luster.

They must be very tender and smooth, which is completely different from the rough fingers of soldiers who fuck guns all day long. Lynn thought.

"Thanks!"

After saying that, Lin En pulled off the gloves from his right hand with his mouth, twisted the cake from his white palm, and tried to put them into his mouth, but found that it was bound by the gloves. The brave and warlike sharp archer and the calm and calm cold-blooded killer were clumsy and at a loss.

Looking at Lin En's embarrassing look, the woman wanted to laugh but didn't. Her eyes seemed to be tired, and she closed her hands slightly, holding her gloves gracefully as if she was holding sweet springs on her face.

The dirty soldiers, the happy and sleeping children, and the woman who suddenly became holy as a goddess, everything under the moon was so wonderful, as if it did not belong to this world still in the flames of war.

Put the cake into your mouth, and the fragrance of scallion oil instantly drove away the accumulated breath in the mouth that had not been cleaned for a long time.

"hmm...delicious! Very delicious!" (English: Well...delicious, delicious)

Just like yesterday when he pulled the trigger of the muffle gun in front of the firearm repair shop in the town, Lynn thought of nothing in his mind when he was learning English. However, after a war that lasted for six years, the language of any hostile country had formed a conditioned reflex in the minds of German civilians, and the beautiful atmosphere was ruthlessly broken. The woman threw down her gloves and covered her mouth with her hands, widened her eyes and took a step back. Then she realized that her daughter was still in the arms of the other party. Just as she was about to reach out to grab it, the old man with a goatee suddenly said in German, "Don't be afraid, he is Danish."

The situation was so nervous that it was about to break out was like pouring a basin of cold water. Although the hostile actions disappeared, both sides stood in awkwardly.

"Feel sorry!"

It’s not chewy or swallowing the cake in your mouth, so that this sentence is vague in German. If you want to explain it more deeply, you can’t find more words. Lynn couldn’t help but complain: fried onion cakes are indeed much more delicious than cold and hard bread, but how could a soldier who needs to stay calm on the battlefield and a soldier with lofty ideals do such a rash move?

Since the mistake was caused, annoyance was useless, so I could only find a way to remedy it. Lynn put his hand into the cross-body bag. In addition to sporadic bullets and personal supplies, there was only half a piece of bread as hard as a stone. For soldiers who were holding on to the frontline and unable to get supplies, such food was also valuable. But compared to the onion pancake just now, it was like the poor in front of the petty bourgeoisie, belonging to two completely different levels...

Lynn was entangled in her recklessness and stupidity. After the woman bent down to pick up the gloves that fell to the ground, she pulled up the shawl on her head.

The arduous task of breaking the deadlock was finally completed by "White Goatee". He stood up, whispered a few words to the woman, then turned to Lynn, and said in German in a gentle way: "Thank you very much for your care for my son's daughter, you are a good person!"

He wanted to say "a simple task" in his heart, but he didn't know how to express it in German, so Lin Neng had to look down at the little girl in his arms.

"She's beautiful!"

Lin En was in a very tangled mood because he had cake crumbs in his mouth.

Fortunately, the old man nodded: "Your German has improved very quickly, keep working hard!"

Yes, the innate deficiency of language can only be changed by doubled and doubled efforts. Lin En thought that failing to pick up girls is actually a trivial matter. If one day he loses his life because of language, it will be worthless!

"She likes you very much and treats you as her father!" The old man said at an extremely slow speed. The next sentence he said was too many new words for Lin En, so he could only half guess that he hoped that he could continue to play the role of the child's father in the next trip.

"good!"

Lin En answered hurriedly, glanced at the woman beside her.

She just raised her head and looked at each other again, but her eyes became more complicated.

"It's a pity that we don't have much food in stock!" The old man shrugged and left a sentence for Lin En as he turned his head: "Eat quickly, it's not good if you keep it in the middle!"

Lin En was so amused that she chewed a few times and swallowed all the cakes that had lost their original taste. The woman had already walked towards the luggage place with the old man. Looking at her slightly hunched back, Lin En felt that it was really too hard for a woman to bear the burden of life. But in such a protracted war, a large number of young and strong men in various countries were killed or disabled. Even if the war ended, many women still had to bear the burden of life alone.

Is killing the only way to resolve disputes?

This question was really a bit high for a soldier who was still involuntarily. Lin En found a big tree to rest. Before the rest time could end, the rumbling sound of cannons suddenly sounded in the direction they came. Lin En half turned his head, and yellow flames flashed in the sky to the south, and gray-black smoke columns were vaguely visible. It must be that the Soviet army launched an attack again. They had obvious advantages in terms of quantity and equipment. Each unit could take turns to fight, and the German officers and soldiers defending along the river could only grit their teeth and persevere.

"I've set out, I've set out!"

Perhaps seeing the defense line being attacked again, the National Defense Forces sergeant responsible for the retreating force ended the rest early. The situation was very clear, and the civilians who embarked on the retreating road had to drag their tired bodies to continue moving forward. At their slow speed, the sound of cannons on the rear front line maintained the same tone from beginning to end, and they lasted for a long time that made people worry. Lynn even felt that life was harder than being in the front line of trenches.

I hope this line of defense can last for a few more days. He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that God would transfer his good luck to the "butcher", so that they would have a chance to meet again. If heaven and man are separated forever, unless there is wine in heaven, brothers and brothers cannot drink and talk, what a regret it would be!
Chapter completed!