I, A Soldier in the Field, A Ghost in the Smoke!

But no matter how positive she is, the people around her seem to have not regarded her as a thing. The feeling that can be touched but cannot be felt is as if everyone is not in a dimensional world.

Everyone's faces seemed to be empty, and their facial features were lost.

Patience was worn away again, Tiantongmu sighed even more, it seems that the recruitment flyer is really useless...

Obviously I know... but he is still as stubborn as a child. What's the use of being stubborn at this time besides making yourself look more like an idiot?

At this moment, Tiantongmu seems to see something better, and it seems to understand something...

She planned to retract her hand that was holding out the flyer, and was about to throw the garbage into the trash can later, but she did not expect a hand to stretch out and take her flyer.

The sickly white pretty face was startled, and there was a lovely voice in her mouth.

"Eh?"

Chapter 64: Words and Words Punishing the Heart

"Hey! Chen! Don't you know German? Come and have a look!"

The air was still filled with the smell of unburned gunpowder, and a carefree voice came from behind Chen Yan, who was sitting on the ground alone and looking at the soil in his hands.

"what?"

The wound on his face had just been bandaged by an accompanying medical staff, and the blood was no longer flowing, and there were signs of healing.

Chen Yan turned his face blackened by the fireworks. It was a comrade in a small team with him, and he was also the only good comrade who was still alive in this battle.

Chen Yan sighed. He felt that the saliva in his mouth smelled of stinky mud.

"Mond, what's wrong with you?"

"Look at what I found. It's a letter from this kid to the family!"

Mund knelt on the ground and shook his hand, which was stained with black letter paper by the faint blood stains. Chen Yan didn't know why, and his heart slammed.

"Is this... this kid?"

Chen Yan looked around Mond, as if there was no one else except the boy lying in front of him in a German uniform.

This is a young and youthful face, but on this beautiful face, a round bullet hole appears a lot more abrupt.

There are also marks of being shot on his chest.

A child who seemed to be only 15 years old just disappeared in the rain of bullets.

Mond reluctantly patted Chen Yan on the shoulder, and comforted: "We will do this sooner or later, right? So you don't have to feel too guilty."

It's as if you want to change the atmosphere. After all, after winning a battle, you can't always worry about it, right?

"Here, this is the child's letter. Look at what he wrote."

Chen Yan took the yellow paper that was soft like cicada wings, for fear that it would tear with force.

"My dear father and mother, I will set foot on the battlefield tomorrow. I am very scared and anxious. The veterans around me told me that it is better to write a letter that I want to speak to you while I can't sleep at night.

Ahaha...I'm a bit dumb, I really don't know what to say...Um...well, is my sister still naughty lately?Is there enough milk at home?I won't be back anytime soon, and I don't have to clean the room every day.By the way, I looked like the fruit tree my father planted was about to bear fruit. I told you about it. Everyone wanted to taste the fruits at home. If they are ripe...please..."

Chen Yan's voice trembled a little, and Mond beside him became depressed.

"Please send some over. Everyone takes good care of me. If the war is over, I really want to take everyone to the house to play together. Oh, mother, don’t wear those old clothes all the time. After the salary is paid, you can use the money to buy a new set of clothes for your mother, father and sister. By the way, some things in the house should be changed. Although the sister is still young, her living environment The change should make her a little more ladylike.

emmm, don’t worry about dropping out of school to join the army, father. I actually love to learn. When I go back, I will continue my studies, at least not weaker than you!

It seems that I don’t know what to say, but there is always an inexplicable hunch, ah, ha, I just like to think, I have time to send you letters.

Uh... I just don't know why the uncle in the team with me insisted on leaving the phone number and address, and asked me to write a sentence that I didn't understand, but I still wrote it.

Phone: xxxxxxx Address: xxxxx

Thank you!Mr.enemy"

The soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield nearby also stopped, looking sharply at Chen Yan who was translating letters.

Perhaps at this moment, victory is no longer the joy it should have.

Chen Yan took off the worn gloves. He folded the blood-stained envelope together and put it into his pocket.

"Mond, I want to do something cruel..."

"Ah... it's really cruel, but if what this kid wants to express is not conveyed, it will be even more cruel."

"Yes, after all, it needs a definite reply, whether it is sad or happy, it is the end."

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Two days later, surrounded by a group of communicators, Chen Yan reached out and picked up the phone in front of him, and his other hand was also the envelope with a black seal.

I dialed the phone above and was connected after a short while, with a gentle voice from a woman.

"Hello, who are you?"

"..."

"Hello?"

Hearing this wife's voice, Chen Yan suddenly became speechless for some unknown reason. He opened his mouth, but felt that he had lost his speech ability.

The soldiers around looked at him, and no one was urging.

The woman's gentle voice was still on the phone, and she kept asking who was calling.

Just as the lady thought it was a wrong call and was about to hang up, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the phone, and he was speaking fluent German.

"Are you Mrs. Kami?"

"Well, yes, you are..."

"I'm Lieutenant Chen Yan from the A Platoon of C Battalion of the 3rd Army of the British Army. I have one...not very good news. Is it convenient for you?"

"..."

Chen Yan seemed to hear the vague sound of falling over on the phone, but Mrs. Kami's voice reappeared on the phone.

"Young...Mr. Ensign, I...I'm listening."

"I'm sorry to tell you this. Your son died in the battle two days ago. Your contact information was found in your son's clothes. He wrote the contact information on a letter that was not sent. , Would you like to hear it?"

"Yes... Mr. Ensign..."