"On the reefs of the Southwest Pacific Islands, mermaids play beautiful and sad bagpipes. The ancient Melanesians called them Adala; their homes are deep in the sun, along the rainbow to the waters where humans appear, and are usually hidden in the tornadoes on the sea..."

As night fell, gunfire had stopped, and only sporadic sounds of cannons continued to reach their ears.

The hesitant German folk songs were sung in the mouth of machine gunner Sean. Most of the people in the third company were listening attentively, and some people listened unconsciously and wiped their eyes.

They might have thought of home.

As strong as German soldiers, they will also think of their homes and their families when night falls. None of them will know whether they will live in this world when the enemy attacks next time tomorrow morning.

Strongness will only be reflected in war...

"Lieutenant, Orell can't do it."

Hall's words pulled Wang Weiyi back from his thoughts about the singing. He hurriedly stood up and came to the young Orell.

This is a young man who is only nineteen years old this year. During the half-day battle, a sinful bullet hit him.

He has been struggling with death until now, but now he is weak, and his life is obviously moving away from him.

"Hey, Lieutenant." Orel said reluctantly when he saw the lieutenant coming.

"Hey, Orel." Wang Weiyi said in a calm tone.

"Lieutenant, am I going to die?"

"No, Orel, you won't die." Wang Weiyi sat down beside him: "Have you forgotten that we will continue to fight those British guys."

"Ah, British guy, those damn British guys." Orell seemed to have recovered from his anger when he heard the words "British guy", but then sighed softly: "It's a pity, I feel that I don't have the strength now..."

Wang Weiyi had no idea how to comfort him.

"On the reefs of the Southwest Pacific Islands, the mermaids play beautiful and sad bagpipes..." Sean sang and came to Orell with fatigue.

"Hey, Sean."

"Hey, Orell."

"I'm going to die, Sean, tell my mom not to be sad, I died for the pride of Germany."

"I know, Orell." Shawn's tears flowed out.

They are German soldiers, but they are also humans, flesh and blood, and crying.

They will be sad and cry too...

A hint of blush appeared on his pale face, and Orell suddenly trembled and stretched out his hand: "Lieutenant, save me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

Wang Weiyi held his hand, but he could not do anything, and he could not defeat death.

Suddenly, the hand held in the hand became soft and weak. When Wang Weiyi let go, the hand fell down.

The young Orell is dead.

"Their home is deep in the sun, following the rainbow to the waters where humans appear, and is usually hidden in the tornadoes on the sea..."

Sean's singing came again.

Everyone looked at Orel silently, and no one could know when they would be like Orel to sleep here.

After Orel's body was buried, Wang Weiyi and his subordinates watched silently.

The third company lost another comrade-in-arms, who was so young. He showed such courage on the battlefield, but he showed such weakness in the face of death.

He wanted to live, and his desire to survive might be stronger than anyone else, but no one could save him.

The sad singing sounded again and again on the position...

Wang Weiyi sat in a corner and listened to the soldiers singing folk songs in turn. He felt that his mood was a little dark at this moment.

He unconsciously came to the tracker and called Xiaoling. Xiaoling's voice came quickly: "What's wrong? Your voice sounds a little sad?"

"Yes, one of my subordinates is dead." Wang Weiyi said softly.

Xiaoling seemed a little curious about this: "Is there anything strange about this? People will always die, for example, you will also die. According to statistics, in total, they died in World War I..."

"I don't want to listen to those boring statistics." Wang Weiyi interrupted Xiaoling's words: "You are a machine, and you will never understand the feelings of human beings. When a person who is with you day and night suddenly leaves you, you will be sad and cry..."

Xiaoling was surprisingly silent.

Yes, she is a machine, she will never understand human feelings.

After a while, Xiaoling asked, "Then why are you looking for me?"

"No, I just want to chat with someone." Wang Weiyi sighed: "I don't belong here. I came here just to leave here. Logically, I should have had any feelings for this. But during this time, I recognized Adolf Hitler and Erwin Rommel... Do you know? I never thought I would have seen them one day..."

"Adolf Hitler, born from..." Xiao Ling, who "don't understand the charm", quickly memorized it again according to the procedure.

"Enough, don't tell me this." Wang Weiyi interrupted Xiaoling with a little annoyed: "Don't tell me these information without my permission in the future. Hell, I know more about what kind of people Hitler and Rommel are than you. Do you understand emotions? Emotions! You have to know what human emotions are and what you want to express."

"I don't know, nor do I understand." Xiaoling's voice sounded a little aggrieved.

"I'm sorry." Wang Weiyi felt that it was a bit unreasonable to treat a machine with this attitude: "I don't know why, I already have feelings for it. Not only Hitler and Rommel, but also the brothers in the Third Company. Ah, I taught them to say 'brothers' and taught them to use 'hey, the Third Company' to vent their victory. I also told Hitler that there is a place called Tibet in China. Do you think he sent people to Tibet one after another because of my influence?"

"I don't know, but I must tell you that every word you say and everything you do in this era may affect history." Xiaoling's tone became more serious.

"I don't care about these things, nor do I care about Dr. Qin's warning." Wang Weiyi said nothing at all: "I'm just thinking, if one day I leave this era, will I miss them? Can I still come to this era and see them again?"

"There is this possibility in theory, but I cannot predict the specific process."

Wang Weiyi smiled, yes, no one can predict what he will be in the future.

Times, this era will leave its own mark. Will they still remember the existence of this person many years later?
Chapter completed!