Germany does not seek survival

"Miss Nurse, where are you from? Your facial features look a bit like those of a French person."

Faust pulled a pack of green-wrapped Eckstein cigarettes from the breast pocket of his uniform, gently shook a cigarette out of the soft paper wrapper, and handed it to Nurse Beatrice: "Want to smoke?"

Faust himself did not smoke. In the later stages of the war, all supplies in Germany were in short supply, and soldiers on the front line could only occasionally get a quota of a few cigarettes a month.

Eckstein cigarettes were the most affordable civilian cigarette brand under the Imperial Tobacco Company before the war. Because of its green packaging and the number five logo on it, it was also habitually called Green Five by the Germans.

Beatrice stretched out her hand, and between her slender white fingers she took the cigarette, which she lit with a match herself, and put the Green Five to her lips.

"You must be a war hero. Most of the wounded soldiers in our hospital can't even get Green Five. They smoke unbranded military cigarettes."

Faust said: "At the front, we occasionally captured some Dunhill and Gallic flue-cured tobacco from the Allies. Generally speaking, most soldiers used leaves to hand-roll loose Turkish tobacco."

Beatrice bit the filter, and the moment the match was lit, the tobacco burned with an orange-red flame. She unbuttoned the first button of the starched collar of her nurse's uniform, revealing the bruise on the depression of her collarbone.

"My father is from Lorraine, and my mother is from Lyon." Beatrice blew out a smoke ring from her lips and let down half of her long flaxen hair that was originally tied up. "My father met my mother when he was studying in France, so I am indeed half French."

Faust could already see a hint of white from the nurse's unbuttoned collar. He himself didn't feel anything, but the young body did suddenly feel a surge of heat.

Faust said, "In these times, life will become more difficult than it has been in the past for someone with a background like yours."

Nurse Beatrice bent down, patted her lead-gray apron, and bent over to adjust her white socks. Her tight nurse skirt outlined the sexy curves unique to French women.

"What can I do?" Nurse Beatrice lowered her eyelids. "I love my country, just as it loves me. Of course, I can endure anything for this."

The German Second Reich during World War I was far less demonic than the German Third Reich during World War II, but in the later stages of the war, extreme nationalist ideas were indeed gradually escalating into even more demonic racism.

The waves are faintly visible and rising.

Faust waved his hand to push away the smoke ring and said, "Are there fewer or more wounded soldiers at St. Albert's Hospital this year than last year?"

Nurse Beatrice held a cigarette between her fingers, her palm supporting her delicate chin. "Mr. Officer, I shouldn't say these things casually."

"Ha, then I won't ask."

Nurse Beatrice looked at Faust with a half-smile. "Thank you for the cigarettes. Has anyone ever told you, officer, that you are very charming? Since you are a soldier of high rank, I think I should be able to tell you that since the end of the Battle of the Somme, the number of wounded admitted to Saint-Abel's Hospital has continued to increase."

After saying this, Nurse Beatrice gently covered her chest with her left hand: "Have you seen enough?"

Beatrice's figure combined all the advantages of German and French girls. Her breasts were high and bulging. Under the thin nurse's uniform, the simple underwear during the war could only barely cover half of her towering curves. After she unbuttoned the first button of her collar, the worn threads on the edge of the underwear were faintly visible.

Black threads climb on the snow-white skin, blue blood vessels on the snow-white breasts make the skin look transparent, and the worn threads are as beautiful as lace.

Faust himself had little interest in white women, but the young man's body still reacted normally, and waves of warmth inadvertently rose from his abdomen.

"What are you looking at? Actually, I don't see anything." Faust said this and raised his head slightly.

Nurse Beatrice said with a slight frown, "If you stand higher, you can see more clearly."

Faust coughed and said, "I didn't." He also felt a little embarrassed.

Nurse Beatrice caught the awkwardness on Faust's face and chuckled. "Mr. Officer, all the German men are on the front lines. The women in the rear, besides working overtime in the arsenals, are actually doing a lot of things you wouldn't expect, just like during the Thirty Years' War."

Faust said seriously, "Miss nurse is at the front line. She must see a lot of men every day."

Nurse Beatrice feigned disappointment: "There are only disabled men in the hospital. They are in pain and have no extra energy to chat with women."

Faust said, "I don't really have much energy."

Nurse Beatrice laughed mischievously when she heard this. "Really? Officer, how old are you? You should be much younger than me, but you should be an adult, a man."

Nurse Beatrice said, "Do you know about the night visits to the German countryside after the Thirty Years' War?"

Faust studied history at the University of Munich, so he certainly knew how much damage the Thirty Years' War had caused to the German region.

Under the brutal brutality of the Swedish army of Gustav II, bones were exposed in the wild throughout Germany, no roosters crowed for thousands of miles, tens of thousands of villages were burned down, eight million people were massacred in Germany in 30 years, and one-third of the people in the German region fell in a pool of blood.

After the Thirty Years' War, rural areas in Germany were severely damaged. In order to increase the population, the tradition of night visits emerged in today's Netherlands, Belgium and North Germany.

The so-called night visit means that on a specified day, as long as the woman agrees, a man can creep into the woman's boudoir at night and have intimate relations with her. During this process, no matter whether the two parties are married or not, there will be no restrictions.

The Thirty Years' War shattered the moral constraints of Christianity. In Germany, where wars were frequent, mortality rates were high, and fertility rates were low, the more villages had a developed tradition of "night visits", the more prosperous the population was, so this custom once flourished in Germany.

Engels mentioned in "The Origin of the Family, Private Property and the State" that in ancient times, due to the extremely underdeveloped productivity, human beings also had customs such as night visits and walking marriages that seem "improper and dissolute" to modern people.

Visitors from outside the village not only bring in outside knowledge but also foreign genes. Over time, the continuous internal reproduction of a relatively closed village inevitably leads to inbreeding, and the quality of offspring gradually declines. If foreign genes can be retained, they can help improve the local village's bloodline.

Chapter 14: Faust's First Test

Ancient people did not know what genes were, but they also discovered that accepting foreign guests could make future generations healthier. Therefore, in addition to providing food and accommodation for foreign guests, local people would also actively ask the women in the village to entertain foreign guests.

Later, Germany's rural population began to prosper again, and night visits developed into a social activity between villages.

When it is time for night visits, men from one village will go to the neighboring village for night visits, and men from the neighboring village will also come to this village for night visits.

This reminded Faust of Jacques-Louis David's famous painting, "The Rape of the Sabine Women", which depicts the story of the ancient Romans abducting women from the neighboring Sabine people to reproduce.

Such a topic made Faust even more confused about how to answer.

Nurse Beatrice blushed slightly. Seeing Faust like this, she found it amusing. "Mr. Officer, you are so cute. In fact, in the rear... there are plenty of women who are willing to do anything for a box of cigarettes, let alone a handsome man like you."

These words made Faust feel depressed.

Faust was somewhat sad: "The war has turned Germany into this. The Germans have not received flowers, nor glory, nor bread and butter. In such a war, what on earth are the Germans fighting for?"

For a moment, both of them were silent. No one spoke for a long time. After a while, Nurse Beatrice broke the silence:

"I heard from Captain Rommel that you were a member of the Social Democratic Party before the war."

Faust laughed dumbly. "Yeah, so what? The SPD voted for war in Congress. To be honest, I'm very disappointed with the SPD. They have no responsibility to the German people and have failed to stop this war."

Nurse Beatrice smiled faintly. The French girl's face seemed to be naturally tinged with melancholy and mystery. "A year ago, I hardly heard such words in Saint-Abert. But this year, I hear soldiers complaining about these things almost every day."

At this point, Nurse Beatrice's expression darkened. She was silent for a few seconds before she continued, "My father also went to the front. He died on the Meuse River and left me forever."

Faust's mother also died in the war, and Faust never had a father. Naturally, he felt the same sadness as Nurse Beatrice, but Faust could not say any empty words of comfort, so he had to remain silent.

Nurse Beatrice leaned slightly on Faust's arm, the girl's soft flesh still had a hint of fragrance.

Nurse Beatrice buried her head in Faust's. "I can never forgive such a thing."

Faust placed his hand on the nurse's untied flaxen hair and stroked it gently: "It won't be long before everything changes. The twilight of the old days will end, and then, then, a mighty flood will wash the earth."

Nurse Beatrice was lying on Faust's body, sobbing softly, and her warm tears wet Faust's military uniform.

But in times of war, life and death are indifferent, and Faust can do nothing to help.

It's not like he's actually a Kryptonian.

Even Kryptonians can't resurrect the dead.

But after crying for a while, Nurse Beatrice became more relaxed. She temporarily let go of her worries and just hugged Faust, with her upper body pressed on Faust and her plump breasts pressed in front of Faust. Such a beautiful scenery can make most people's hearts sway.

Faust said innocently, "Miss Nurse, it's time to get up."

When Nurse Beatrice saw this heroic soldier who was a few years younger than her, she showed a slightly shy expression, and her eyes, which had just been red, now became happy again.

"Mr. Officer, you haven't tried it before, have you?"

Faust had no interest in white people, either male or female, but his body still responded naturally. It would be a lie to say that he was not moved by such a soft and upright body pressing on him.

Nurse Beatrice's thigh was already pressed between Faust's legs, but despite his reaction, Faust's iron will could easily control everything.

Faust grabbed Nurse Beatrice's shoulders and gently pushed her away: "I'm not interested in this."

Faust's behavior made Nurse Beatrice frown unhappily. She deliberately twisted her thighs under Faust's body and rubbed them continuously. In this way, Beatrice obviously felt the changes in Faust's body, and the hard part pressed against Beatrice's thigh.

The nurse blushed, then said proudly, "You said you weren't interested."

The war brought all the men to the front lines, and women filled the jobs formerly held by men. Therefore, during World War I, the status of women rose sharply, whether in the Allied or Central Powers.

Because there were more women than men in the rear, the old Christian morality that had originally governed the relationship between men and women in Europe was also collapsing.

Nurse Beatrice felt that Faust's body seemed to move more vigorously, and she felt like she was electrocuted. Her legs became weak and she could hardly stand, so she leaned even more on Faust.

Faust was somewhat helpless: "This is a very normal reaction."

Beatrice felt the solid muscles of Faust and could not help swallowing her saliva. She was a little curious and said, "It's hard to imagine, Mr. Officer, with your looks, you should have encountered many temptations from women in school just like Julien and Duroy."

Faust did not want to recall such things. He felt ashamed: "Julien and Duroy, neither of them is a good person."

Julien is the male protagonist of "The Red and the Black" and Duroy is the male protagonist of "Belle Amigo". Both of them rely on their handsome looks and means of pleasing women. They specialize in seducing women from the upper class and use this very dishonorable means to get ahead and become successful.

Nurse Beatrice said with some regret, "Soldiers can die on the battlefield at any time. It would be a shame if you were never interested in women. If all Germans thought this way, the country would never be able to make up for the population they lost in the war."

Nurse Beatrice's knowledge and experience are not like that of an ordinary nurse, but at this time, Faust has no intention of listening to what Nurse Beatrice says.

Faust had to control his body's reactions, but Beatrice was still leaning against him, with a faint fragrance and breathing slightly, which was really troublesome.

Beatrice was very confident in her appearance, and she was a little disappointed that Faust still held back his fantasies: "Mr. Officer, can you hold back?"

Faust looked up at the sky and didn't want to talk to this woman anymore, but Beatrice put her finger on Faust's Adam's apple and became a little obsessed.

Faust became very anxious when he saw this. This time he pushed Beatrice away with a little more force. The nurse staggered back a few steps and half-knelt in front of Faust.

Faust's field-gray military trousers with a red line were perched high on the tip of the nurse's small nose.

"Look..." Nurse Beatrice blushed, "Do you want me to help you with my hands..."

When she said this, Nurse Beatrice did not dare to look at Faust, and her voice was very soft. If she was not close to him, it would almost be drowned out by the sound of the Scheldt River.

This faint sound was like a bolt from the blue to Faust's ears. The bulge in his pants suddenly rose several inches and slapped Nurse Beatrice in the face.

Faust certainly wouldn't want this to happen. It's such a private matter. He and Nurse Beatrice have only known each other for one day. It's far from developing to this point.

But Nurse Beatrice bit her lower lip and whispered, "You... don't want to...?"

Nurse Beatrice no longer wanted to listen to Faust's answer. She was a little angry and reached out her delicate hands to Faust's pants. After unbuttoning them, something suddenly jumped out and bounced onto Beatrice's fair face.

The nurse's face was burning hot, but her hands were very firm. Her soft and boneless hands grasped Faust, and Faust let out a light breath, and his throat gurgled.

Nurse Beatrice barely clenched her hands and immediately began to move, but her movements were a bit awkward and clumsy, without any skill at all. She switched her hands so many times that it hurt Faust a little.

Nurse Beatrice bit her lip again, as if making up her mind: "Please... please step back a little."

Faust doubted the nurse's words, but still took half a step back. At this time, Nurse Beatrice also felt her body was so soft that she could hardly move. She tried hard to raise her head, and her long hair hung down along her white neck, revealing her full breasts clearly.

The object in Nurse Beatrice's hand trembled slightly, and she moaned softly, "Close your eyes..."

Faust obediently closed his eyes, and Miss Beatrice, who looked up to check on him, lowered her head with satisfaction. However, if Faust had kept his eyes open, he would have noticed that this time her head seemed to be lowered too low, touching the position of her clenched hands.

A stream of hot air blew towards Faust's body. He opened his eyes slightly, but all he could see was Miss Beatrice burying her head under her body.

Nurse Beatrice kissed him. She noticed Faust's body's more obvious reaction, so she opened her mouth, slid her tongue across it, and took the hot thing into her wet and slippery mouth.

Miss Beatrice, who had already made up her mind, simply increased her movements. In addition to her lips and tongue, she also caressed Faust with her fingers. Her movements were simple and clumsy, but very serious, and her eyes were staring straight into Faust's eyes.

Faust could only hold Beatrice's head with both hands and push forward. Nurse Beatrice, who felt his strange reaction, also became excited. Not wanting to fail, she increased her speed, and finally... with a whimper, something suspicious gushed out into the depths of Beatrice's throat.

Beatrice could only close her eyes and endure it silently. Under the strong stimulation, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

It was not until nearly a minute later, after pulling away, that Beatrice covered her mouth with her hands, raised her head, and swallowed deeply, leaving only a trace of white at the corner of her mouth.

Faust didn't know what to say, so he could only hug Beatrice and say, "When the war is over, I will take you back to Munich..."

The girl's body trembled in Faust's arms, and the two were silent until Beatrice hugged Faust tightly and whispered in his ear:

"Mr. Officer, I really like the way you look, but other than that, it's just a momentary impulse. You don't have to worry about it..."

Faust was stunned and smiled bitterly. In times of war, people do tend to live in the present. If they might die tomorrow, the responsibilities and morals of marriage and love would seem insignificant.

Beatrice lifted Faust's chin with her finger and smiled sweetly: "Hehe, come on, don't look so sad. You have such a pretty face. You haven't suffered any loss, and neither have I. After we leave here, let's forget about this, okay?"

Faust sighed in his heart. What else could he say? In fact, Faust himself knew that he had just met Beatrice and did not have any deep feelings for her except for physical desire. It was only because of the momentary encounter just now that he wanted to make a commitment.

In fact, Beatrice's words make more sense. If you will regret it in the future because of a momentary impulse, it is better to let nature take its course.

Beatrice collapsed in Faust's arms. She stroked Faust's chest with her hand and said, "I don't know when the war will end. Before that, let's not think about the future."

Beatrice was already drowsy, so Faust carried her back to the hospital, put her in the empty nurses' rest area, and then tidied her clothes. After the war, Faust didn't want Beatrice to live in Weimar Germany where a loaf of bread cost 500,000 marks.

He has to change the world.

Chapter 15: The Junker Clan

Faust waited until Rommel had settled all the wounded soldiers of the 7th Company before preparing to set off again.

Before going to Spa, Faust left his food ration and the bread and butter from the spoils to Miss Beatrice, a nurse at St. Albert's Hospital.

The man with a small mustache, leaning on a cane and supporting his still-unhealed body, bids farewell to Faust.

The man with the mustache was touched. "You don't have to treat my nurse any differently. I'm fine. Adolf is strong and healthy. When you return from Spa, I'll definitely return to the front with you."

Faust was speechless. He couldn't explain these things. "...Adolf, from now on we are comrades. There is no need to talk about these things between comrades."