Chapter 23 The attack begins "Hans, what about you? What do you plan to do when the war is over?" Kropp continued to turn his gaze to Lu Mingfei. "I... I don't know... I should go home..." Lu Mingfei was confused. He really didn't know what to do after the war. Everything here was so unfamiliar to him. Lu Mingfei looked down at his worn boots, dirt and blood stains glaring in the light. The humidity in the trenches eroded his uniform, making him feel like he was entangled in a wet spider web. A vague image of his hometown emerged in his mind, the distant East, a place that was once familiar to him but now unfamiliar to him. Should he stay in Prussia or go home? It's not that he hasn't thought about these questions, but he always dares not think too much, and dares not think about where to go in the future. The artillery fire here made him dare not ask for anything, and he could only find a way to survive tomorrow. Perhaps he would return to the distant East. Although he was not familiar with that place now, at least the language would give him a sense of familiarity. He would watch the place gradually become what he remembered. I don’t know if I can see my younger self in my lifetime. When the time comes, I must tell him not to confess his feelings to others, so as to avoid being bumped into this hellhole again. Lu Mingfei couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
"What about you, Kaczynski?" The topic turned to Kaczynski again. "I'm different from you little brats. I have a wife and kids, and they're waiting for me to go back and take care of them! My son's cooking skills are not good enough and my restaurant is about to go bankrupt. I'm going to go back and save my restaurant after the war is over." At this point, Kaczynski raised his head proudly, and carefully took out a photo from his pocket, as if he was holding a priceless treasure. The edge of the photo was a little curled, but every detail was carefully protected by him. Everyone gathered around Kaczynski to look at the photo in his hand. The photo shows a family of four, Kaczynski, his wife, son and daughter. Kaczynski's wife is very beautiful, with long golden hair, like a lady from an aristocratic family; the girl looks like her mother, also very beautiful, while the boy looks like Kaczynski, giving people a cunning feeling. "Wow! Kaczynski, you look like a coyote. How come your daughter is so beautiful? Did you pick her up?" Paul exclaimed as he looked at the girl in the photo. "Go away, what nonsense are you talking about? I saw her coming out of my wife's belly with my own eyes." Kaczynski slapped Paul on the head. "Hehehe, Kaczynski, can you introduce your daughter to me?" Paul was slapped in the face, but he moved closer in a mean manner. "Get out! She is only sixteen years old this year. I won't let her get married before she is twenty years old. And you still want to get married to a young girl." Another slap came on Paul's forehead. "Ouch! I'm only eighteen years old this year, two years older than your daughter. When the war is over, your daughter will have grown up and can get married." Paul cried out in pain when he was hit. This time he used much more force than before, but he still did not give up his idea. Kaczynski was stunned when he heard Paul's words. Yes, he almost forgot that these comrades around him were only eighteen years old, and they were all children who had just grown up. "Well...that won't work either. You're not good-looking enough. I think Hans is okay." Kaczynski coughed awkwardly, then turned his head to Lu Mingfei. Paul is actually quite handsome, with a charming high nose bridge and deep blue eyes, but in terms of appearance he is certainly not as good as Lu Mingfei is now. William Hans has a good appearance. When he was hungry in the orphanage, he would go to the street and look at the pretty girls or women around him with pitiful eyes. Basically, no pretty girl or woman could resist his cute face and pitiful eyes, and they would give him a lot of food, which was also because of this that he could eat enough during his growth period and not grow too short. "Hans, would you like to come to my restaurant to help out after the war is over? Remember what I told you before? This is your best choice." Kaczynski continued to say to Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei knew what Kaczynski meant. Kaczynski was a mixed-race, so his children must also be mixed-race. He had said before that mixed-bloods would be more inclined to marry mixed-bloods, and Lu Mingfei was the only mixed-blood he had seen besides himself who could light up the golden eyes. Perhaps this was the reason why Kaczynski took special care of Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei was somewhat tempted. Kaczynski was a very nice person and his daughter was very beautiful. Moreover, they were both outliers in this world. Marrying Kaczynski's daughter might be a good choice. His thoughts were drawn by Kaczynski's words. He seemed to see himself standing at the door of the restaurant, smelling the aroma of freshly baked food, listening to the laughter of customers, and there was a beautiful girl next to him holding his hand and smiling at him.
Before Lu Mingfei could respond, the sound of gunfire outside suddenly stopped, and the outside world became silent in an instant. The sudden disappearance of the gunfire did not make Lu Mingfei and his companions feel relieved. Instead, they felt at a loss. Everyone felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. While Lu Mingfei and the others were stunned, Kaczynski's face changed drastically. He quickly picked up his gun and ran out of the trench, shouting as he ran: "The attack has begun! The French are coming! Everyone get ready!" The moment Lu Mingfei saw that Kaczynski’s face looked strange, he realized that something was wrong. He closed his eyes and activated the sickle-weasel. In the lifeless wasteland in front of the trench, there were suddenly many more heartbeats, one, two, three... one hundred... two hundred. There were still endless heartbeats appearing within Lu Mingfei's detection range. Some of the closer heartbeats were only about fifty meters away from their trench. Everyone who heard Kaczynski's words ran out of the shelter with their guns in hand. They leaned against the trenches that were pitted by shelling. The barbed wire in front of the trenches had long been torn to pieces by the shelling. The mixed smell of dirt and iron filings filled the air, almost suffocating people. At this time, a group of people wearing light blue uniforms and holding guns appeared in Lu Mingfei's field of vision. This should be the first time he saw the French since he went to the battlefield for so long, and also the first time he saw the enemy that the officers had been promoting. The Frenchmen ran towards them fearlessly, guns in hand, with madness and determination written all over their faces. Lu Mingfei raised his gun and aimed at a Frenchman, but his finger on the trigger was slow to press. His palms began to sweat, and cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead. "Lu Mingfei, you can do it. Just like in the boot camp, just pull the trigger. Don't be afraid, Lu Mingfei. It's just like playing a game. When you played CS before, you didn't hesitate when pulling the trigger. Yes, just like playing a game..." Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and imagined that he was just playing a game, but it would be nice if he was really just playing a game. He closed his eyes and used the sickle weasel to capture the heartbeat on the battlefield. He aimed the gun at the heartbeat closest to him, pulled the trigger, a gunshot rang out, and the bullet spun towards the heartbeat. Soon the heartbeat disappeared from Lu Mingfei's detection. Lu Mingfei's hands were shaking. He had killed someone, and he could never become that good young man again. Thanks for the 100 points reward from Jian Cang Miao, and the monthly ticket reward from 20230928190547866. I’m sorry that I was too busy before and forgot to thank you. (End of this chapter)