Chapter 1646 The Boundary of Nothingness

During the war in France, Hank was still a logistics supporter. He led his group of brothers and drove supply trucks all day long on the front line, never touching the ground.

After conquering France, they followed up with attacking the Soviet Union. At this time, Hank was promoted to the second-line security force of the Waffen-SS and became a combat squad leader because of his meritorious service in delivering supplies and outstanding performance in leading the team.

However, there was still no chance to go to the front line and fight the Soviet regular field troops. His task was to lead the team to maintain security in the occupied areas and deal with the Russian ruffians, gangsters, and guerrillas.

Hank himself couldn't say whether this period of time was a good one. Although he was fully armed every day, there were very few opportunities to actually fire a gun.

Most of the time, he led his own squad and watched from the sidelines as the Ukrainian devils rushed into the village with sticks and beat them up, dragging those suspected of being "guerrilla-related personnel" from the village like they were dragging dogs to death. Come out and load the truck, then you can lead the team to call it a day and go back to rest.

Hank sometimes found it a bit funny that a girl in her teens or even a few years old had a fucking relationship with the guerrillas. The kid's patched burlap clothes even leaked.

The Ukrainian gangsters who are looked down upon by these dogs are mostly unable to hold their crotches, so they grab some tender parts to satisfy their perverted animal desires. There have been similar rumors that the two of them have been together for a long time, so this is definitely the case.

He looked down upon them in his heart, but he could only think about it for himself. Hank had never had any intention of standing up for these Ukrainian people.

Hank was bullied and looked down upon since he was a child because he had no father and his family was poor. He was accustomed to the warmth and coldness of the world at a very young age.

It wouldn't be wrong to call him hard-hearted, but it's definitely not his character to yell when he sees injustice.

Hank has always turned a blind eye to those Ukrainian devils. As long as he is not in a bad mood and those bastards have caused him trouble, he usually will not get involved in those bad things.

The relatively peaceful days did not last long, and Hank soon received a new transfer order: to go to the Imperial Division to officially become a member of the frontline elite combat force.

It was also from that time that Hank met Enschel and became friends, which was earlier than Enschel met Wittmann.

In the days that followed, Hank experienced all kinds of cruel and bloody battles that he had never heard of before, and experienced firsthand what it felt like to crawl out of a pile of corpses.

The narrow escape from death again and again gave him rich experience in many battles, which of course also allowed Hank to complete a transformation on the battlefield that he had never even dared to think about before. The changes were so great that those who were once familiar with him felt as if they were standing in front of someone they didn't know at all.

Now, Hank doesn't know what he is pursuing specifically. He doesn't have too lofty goals or ideals.

On the battlefield, you live one day at a time, you live today and you don’t know what tomorrow will be like. You just follow the orders and execute them. No matter what kind of enemy you face, you can fight to the death with your fullest state.

Looks a bit like War Machine? Maybe, Hank himself couldn't say, but he always felt that this was what he should do.

As for the future?

Hank thought that if he could survive until the end of the war, he would take off his military uniform, put down his weapons, go home, take good care of his mother, and accompany her for the rest of his life. No matter what you do in the rest of your life, it doesn't matter. If you are destined to marry a woman, just do it. If you are not destined to be single, you can do whatever you want. If you have a piece of land to raise some livestock and live out the rest of your life peacefully, you will be fine. good.

If you don't live until the end of the war, then you don't have to think about all these miscellaneous things. Why do you care about these bullshit when people are dead?

Hank, holding the MP40 in his arms and leaning on the back of Wittmann's King Tiger turret, remained silent. Perhaps because of what Wittmann said, he himself fell into a considerable degree of thinking and thinking. fantasy.

When Wittmann saw Hank's entranced look, he sighed lightly and said nothing more.

After thinking about it carefully, Wittmann actually did not blame Hank, because even if he was not good at making opinions, Enschel would definitely issue such an order. It was just a matter of time.

The result will be the same.

Technically, Wittmann even had a reason to thank Hank.

He did this without any orders, which was equivalent to placing all the blame on himself. This had nothing to do with Wittmann and Enschel, who were the commanding officers of the 101st Battalion. Even though it was impossible for him to do the investigation, Wittmann still felt that he owed Hank something.

"If I mean if, if we don't win, and those Allied forces trace what happened today and settle accounts with us, will you feel scared at that time?"

Not only how long had passed, but the heavy King Tiger was still swaying along the village path. Wittmann, who had no idea what he was thinking, suddenly said this to Hank without hesitation.

The expression on his face was a little surprising at first, but then quickly returned to normal and calm. Hank's immediate answer surprised Wittman a little bit.

"If I told you that I had thought of this from the beginning, would you think I was a little hypocritical? That I was lying?"

Wittmann was stunned when he heard this, and before his head could turn around, Hank, who laughed at himself, continued to speak.

"Ha, no matter what, it doesn't matter. Anyway, everything has been done. Even if things really come to the stage you said, it would be better for me to die alone than for three people to die together. I am the instigator, and I gave the order to detonate without authorization. I also pressed the lever of the machine with my own hands, and it has nothing to do with anyone else or anyone else.”

"Even if God judges me after my death, I will still say the same thing: I did it all, just let me bear the responsibility alone."

Hank's expression looked carefree and nonchalant, as if he was joking, but Wittman remembered something Enschel had said to him inadvertently before.

"You know, Hank has always had some mental problems. He had seen a doctor and been treated for a period of time before."

"Ever since the little Russian kid he let go came back with the guerrillas, he always dreamed about his squad soldiers being covered in blood and asking for their lives. In the dream, they surrounded him and said, "Why did you let him go? he? ", "You killed us! ". He often wakes up with night sweats and shouts sorry. He has been like this for several months, and it has affected the battle."

"I wrote an application for him and applied for it. It passed smoothly. I went back to Berlin to recuperate and receive treatment for a period of time. After I came back, I felt much better."

"However, this psychological shadow has been left behind. He has always been cautious about everyone and everything under his command, for fear that terrible things will happen again and he will repeat the same mistakes. He has always felt guilty, so much so that it has spread to new comrades-in-arms. Is this protectiveness? I don’t know, but it feels weird.”

"If you have more contact with him, you will feel the same way. He is no longer the same person as when I first met him. He has changed too much, but at least he is still a good person."

Good guy? What makes a good person? Can there be good people among people who have nothing to do with justice?

Wittmann, with confused eyes, didn't know, even though he couldn't come up with a definite answer no matter how hard he tried.

In this hell on earth, where all benevolence, morality, right and wrong are crushed, the boundaries between good people and bad people have long been blurred.

There are countless angels here who are sent to do the work of demons, and there are also demons in human skin doing the work of angels.

Some things can probably only be left to future generations to evaluate.