The one-hour ceasefire agreement was completely out of sight of the general headquarters. These were some little secrets of the frontline combat teams in the war!
Just like when Xiao Letian fought in his previous life, both the enemy and us would come out of the trenches to celebrate Christmas together. In the cold and ruthless killing battlefield, the leader is human after all, and people will have a trace of humanity!
Yes, you are just an ordinary soldier. You cannot prevent the outbreak of the national war, and you do not have the courage to disobey military discipline!
But at least when you point the muzzle of your gun at the weak heads of women and children, and the finger is too high at the moment of pulling the trigger, that raised finger is your humanity!
The Prussian army wanted the bodies of their comrades, and they would not let their dead brothers lie alone on the battlefield unable to return home!
The French army needs food. One hundred and seventy thousand people have exhausted all the food in Metz. They need things to satisfy their hunger and survive!
The needs of both sides collided, and this short-lived ceasefire was born that will not be recorded in the annals of history!
At least for this hour, they are not enemies, they are not soldiers, they are just ordinary people!
"The French guy opposite...then...be nice to my brother..."
A pack of cigarettes flew out from the Prussian army's hidden firing point and was dropped right in the middle of Louis and Mark. The two looked at each other and then Louis kicked the cigarette to Mark's side.
Mark, who was lying on the ground, sniffed the smell of cigarettes with his nose with satisfaction, "This is the smell of artillery fire in Crimea!"
This is a proverb that can only be understood within the French army, because the world's first paper cigarette was born during the Crimean War!
At that time, mechanical cigarettes officially became a necessity in the war. Tobacco was a mild narcotic or a soft drug!
In the torturous hell war, tobacco is always a good medicine for soldiers to relax their nerves. Without this thing, no one knows how many people would be tortured and crazy alive!
This machine-made convenient cigarette was invented during the Crimean War and suddenly became a hot commodity among soldiers!
"The smell of artillery fire in Crimea..." the two sighed and continued to clean the battlefield, but obviously the pack of cigarettes made their movements lighter and gentler.
No personal belongings that are not needed will be touched. The two of them will only collect food and take nothing else away. They will even gently wipe the dust off the corpse's face at the end.
Time passed minute by minute, and the urging voice came from behind. An hour after driving was almost over. The two of them were much more courageous at the moment. They actually stood up and carried a huge backpack on their waists. They are all trophies.
After a short jog, they were about to return to their own team, but the Prussian sharpshooter behind them did not fire, but just watched quietly!
"They are all a group of people who are going crazy with hunger..." Many Prussian soldiers shook their heads helplessly.
Sudden! Louis stopped and squatted down. No one knew what he was going to do. Even the Prussian gunners raised their heads warily.
Louis looked at the dead sergeant, took out the gold ring from his pocket, hesitated for a moment and put it back on the finger of the severed hand.
"Sir, please leave this ring to your wife... Maybe this will be her lifetime memory of you..."
The severed hand was respectfully placed next to the corpse and spliced together with the severed arm. Then the soldier got up and ran away, quickly returning to his defensive position.
The French army swept the battlefield, and soon it was time for the Prussian army to collect the corpses. Suddenly more than a dozen soldiers without guns stood up from their hiding places.
They raised their hands to signal to the French army, and then boldly walked to the middle of the battlefield to look for the corpses of their comrades in the ruins!
The French army's position was completely silent. No one fired and they abided by their agreement and watched the other side carry away the bodies of the victims!
When the two Prussian soldiers saw the sergeant's body, they suddenly exclaimed in low voices. Soon the two men's eyes on the French position became complicated!
The officer's body and severed arm were taken away, and before leaving, the two soldiers gently placed a can of cans and a bag of compressed biscuits on the ground!
This is a gift of thanks, thanking the enemy for respecting the dead officer!
The French company commander who was shot in the abdomen finally felt relieved, "Okay, the Prussians won't go to war in the short term... Share all the food..."
"This is the ration that our brothers need to survive. We must save a little... Second platoon leader, it's your turn to catch mice today... I wish you good luck..."
The soldier named Louis returned to the battlefield again, took away the thank-you gift left by the Prussian army, and then returned to the company commander, "Sir, please eat some... I also found a bottle of strong liquor..."
The wine flask made of silver was very exquisite. After unscrewing the lid, the company commander's face suddenly changed color: "My child... this is not wine for drinking... this is alcohol used by the Prussian army to treat trauma..."
"Please help me untie the gauze and wipe the wound with alcohol..."
The dirty gauze was removed, and the smelly wound had suppurated. It was a bullet wound. Due to the lack of medical supplies and doctors, the bullet had been left in the wound for three days!
"Louis...Mark...Great, this is God giving me a chance...With this bit of alcohol...I have at least a 30% chance of surviving!"
"Tie me to the pillar... tie me tightly... Louis, please wipe the bayonet with alcohol..."
"Open my wound...take out the bullet...I hope the intestines are not broken...otherwise you will have to help me sew..."
"Remember... after taking out the bullet... clean the wound with alcohol... and use scissors to cut off the surrounding rotten flesh..."
"Those are gangrene... can kill people..."
The old company commander held a wooden stick in his mouth and performed a surgical operation based on his own experience without anesthesia or the command of a professional doctor!
Even if there is only one-third chance of survival, we must seize it. Seventy percent of the 170,000 troops tied up in Metz are veterans. These people do not have so many mothers-in-law!
Louis gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, please hold back! I'm about to take action..."
The lit candle burned the dagger, the alcohol was sprinkled on it to emit a pungent smell, and the hot blade finally cut the skin!
"Hmm..." The old company commander snorted coldly, biting the stick directly with his teeth, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead!
"Don't stop...keep cutting the wound..." Mark held the wine bottle and sewing kit in his hands, watching pus and blood coming out of the wound!
The dagger rummaged through the wound in his lower abdomen and soon found the bullet. Louis didn't care much anymore and reached out directly to take out the bullet from his stomach!
"Hmm...ah..." The wood residue in the old company commander's mouth was chewed up, and he was almost unconscious from the pain!
