Border

It was winter, and although the temperature in West Germany was milder, it was not as warm as Africa.

The temperature had dropped below freezing. While it wasn't as cold as the Russian permafrost, the snowflakes falling from the sky still brought a chill to the air.

French soldiers stationed there year-round were rarely idle. After all, they needed to strictly guard against the flow of people across the border and prevent espionage.

However, recently, with America entering the war, the relationship between the two sides seemed to have eased considerably.

After all, no one liked fighting a two-front war, except Germany.

At this time, at the German-French border.

"Hoo!" A French soldier, wearing a blue shirt and red trousers, walked towards the well in the middle of the woods with a small bucket.

The well was actually located within Germany.

However, this area within Germany was originally French territory, occupied by Germany after the Prussian-French War.

For some unknown reason, after deliberation by the border military district, the German Second Reich agreed to the French soldiers' request for water.

Of course, the most likely reason was that France wanted to revisit its old homeland, slowly occupying this border area like a frog in warm water, or perhaps they wanted to conduct sensitivity training on the German Second Reich, so that when they really started a war, the German Second Reich's border troops wouldn't be able to react.

Nevertheless, they did cross the not-so-strict border of that era to fetch water.

Snowflakes fell, covering the mountains and fields. The French soldier, carrying the bucket, lit a cigarette, took a light puff, and then felt a slight tremor.

No, it wasn't an earthquake.

The French soldier frowned, looking towards the German territory in the forest. He seemed to hear a sound similar to a noble car engine.

Could it be that some important person had come to inspect the border?

The French soldier listened to the sound, trying his best to uncover Germany's tiny secret.

Until the buzzing sound grew closer and closer...

"What are you doing here?"

A shouted question interrupted the French soldier's listening, startling him, and he quickly turned his head.

About ten meters behind him, a group of German soldiers in gray-green military overcoats had appeared at some point.

However, the size of this unit did not seem large, but the troops extended deep into the forest, with no end in sight.

"I'm here to fetch water!" The French soldier, caught in the act, quickly smiled wryly and raised the bucket in his hand, explaining. But his heart was filled with extreme dread.

These damned German Second Reich soldiers looked very well-equipped, clearly fully armed.

What on earth were they going to do?

The German officer leading the team smiled and nodded, then looked at his assistant behind him and said, "Get him a bucket of water."

Two German soldiers immediately stepped forward, took the bucket from the French soldier's hand, then poured a bucket of the clean water they carried on their carriage for France, and then returned it to his hand.

"Oh, thank you!"

For the sake of his own life, the French soldier could only force a smile onto his face, then took the bucket and turned around with extreme nervousness.

Unable to see what was behind him, it made him even more terrified.

He could even feel the dense gaze from behind him.

But under the watchful eyes of these German soldiers, he could only take steps forward.

"Bang!"

As soon as he took a step, a bloody hole appeared on his forehead.

"Bang!" The French soldier's body slumped to the ground.

Behind him, the German officer, his face calm, put away his sidearm, then waved his hand.

The entire unit moved forward again, resolutely heading into France.