Captain Winter kept comforting Mr. Haji and Sadamu's mother through the translator. A few minutes later, the medic and a small figure appeared in front of the people.

Sadamu's mother screamed and rushed forward, hugging Sadamu tightly for questions, and Captain Winter and Mr. Haji followed.

Captain Winter looked up and down for a while, Sa Damu, covered with yellow scars and white gauze on his forehead, and then asked the medical officer: "Is his injury serious?"

"Lieutenant Rongen said that the child's injury was nothing serious and would not leave any sequelae. He applied some iodine to his wound, gave him a shot of tetanus, and went home to rest for a while." The medic said.

The translator translated the words of the medic soldier to Mr. Haji and Sa Damu's mother. The two kept thanking the medic, Captain Winter and the translator.

Captain Winter lowered his head and looked at Sa Damu.

Sa Damu bit his finger and stared at Captain Winter's face with his pure and innocent eyes for a while, and suddenly muttered in a low voice.

"What did he say?" Captain Winter asked the translator.

"He said he wanted to eat candy," the translator said.

Captain Winter laughed in silence, hurriedly took out a plate of chocolate from his pocket, tore open the wrapping paper and bent over and handed it to Sa Damu.

The moment Sadamu took the chocolate, Captain Winter suddenly heard the sound of clicking the shutter pressing.

Captain Winter looked in the voice and saw a four-eyed sergeant with glasses holding a camera and pressing the shutter constantly at them.

The four-eyed sergeant pressed the shutter in his hand and was still muttering something.

“It’s so warm, so harmonious, so harmonious…”

Captain Winter and others stared at the Four-eyed Sergeant with a blank look on his face. The Four-eyed Sergeant was unaware of it. He just took the camera and turned around Sa Damu. He held the chocolate and chewed it hard, and put the little expressions of happiness into the camera one by one.

The Four-eyed Sergeant slapped for two or three minutes before standing up straight with satisfaction.

After fastening the lens cap and carrying the camera behind him, Sergeant Four-eyed took out a diary and a pen from his bag, and asked Captain Winter: "Sir Captain, I am Sergeant Merkel, the war correspondent sent by the People's Observer Daily.

There must be a warm story hidden behind the injuries on this little boy and the harmonious relationship between you and him and his family. Please tell me that I urgently need this story now. I hope you can cooperate with my work."

When Captain Winter saw Sergeant Merkel listening carefully, he remembered what Major Koch said to cooperate with the propaganda order, so he had to talk to the translator, saying to the medical soldier, saying everything he had done.

Sergeant Merkel nodded repeatedly while recording, and then interviewed Mr. Haji and Sa Damu's mother through a translator.

Half an hour passed quickly. After Sergeant Merkel finished his interview, he saluted Captain Winter with a cool military salute and turned away.

Captain Winter chatted with Sa Damu's family for a few more words before saying goodbye.

Thinking that he would not have a chance to meet this poor little boy again in the future, Captain Winter found all the snacks he could find around him and gave them to Sa Damu as a farewell gift.

Early the next morning, when Sa Damu, who lived in the house of a relative in the city, was still sleeping, Captain Winter led his subordinates to follow the entire camp south and embarked on a new journey.

In the convoy of the 37th Reconnaissance Battalion, Sergeant Merkel was sitting in an SD KFZ 251 armored vehicle at the end of the convoy, yawning forever.

Sergeant Merkel was very tired, but was very excited.

I spent a night writing a manuscript yesterday. After sending those warm photos to the report agency, I made it on the front page and finally didn't come to Iraq once in vain.

With his head raised and leaned against the wall of the car, Sergeant Merkel happily fell asleep.

Two days later, at the headquarters of the German KMT party newspaper "People's Observer", German Propaganda Minister Goebbels limped into the editorial room, picked up the newspaper sample to be released tomorrow and started reading.

"The headlines in this issue are very attractive, the photos are detailed, and the story is quite touching. However, the beginning of the story is not targeted enough, and the content lacks infectiousness. Please change it according to my version."

After Goebbels finished writing quickly, he rewritten a story and handed it to the editor-in-chief.

The editor-in-chief did not dare to neglect and hurriedly handed over the story Goebbels changed to his editors, allowing them to retype it every minute.

"Mr. Minister, will our unauthorized fabrication of stories arouse readers' doubts?" the editor-in-chief asked worriedly.

"Who knows the truth of the story? Will they go to Iraq to verify it? A lie will become the truth even if it is repeated a thousand times, so you don't have to worry." Goebbels said indifferently.

Seeing Goebbels executing his catchphrase, the editor-in-chief had to remain silent to answer...

At around 10 a.m. the next day, the Naval Air Force Command of the Port of Kiel Port was covered with corpses and blood flowed into a river.

The harsh screams and fishy and unpleasant blood filled the entire space.

Chen Dao squatted on the ground, looking at the blood flowing from the neck of the corpse in his hand with interest, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After throwing away the corpse in his hand, Chen Dao stood up expressionlessly, raised the steel knife still dripping in his hand and pointed it at Captain Nobel and Captain Nietzsche who were unpopular.

"What are you waiting for? Why don't you bring the last two here quickly?" Chen Dao stared at the two of them with dissatisfaction and said.

Captain Nobel and Captain Nietzsche looked at each other, swallowed each other dryly, and rushed out of the chicken cage. Regardless of the struggle and howling of the old hens, they carried them to Chen Dao.

Chen Dao pinched an old hen's neck with his left hand and carried it in the air. He bit the kitchen knife in his mouth, and quickly pulled off the chicken feathers from the hen's neck with his right hand, then picked up the kitchen knife and swung it at the hen.

A cold light flashed, blood splattered everywhere, and the old hen's giggling scream immediately echoed in the backyard of the cafeteria.

Chen Dao threw away the struggled old hen and snatched the last old hen from Captain Nietzsche. After a moment, another unjust soul appeared in the backyard of the canteen.

It took me a whole hundred chickens to slaughter a whole of 100 times. Chen Dao's heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

"Tell the cafeteria that the evening chicken feast must be completed as the most important task on Christmas Eve. I only say one word. It tastes delicious and sufficient."

"Report to the Commander, these are two words, not one word." Captain Nobel said honestly.

"Captain Nobel, has anyone ever said you lack a sense of humor?" Chen Dao asked.

"No." Captain Nobel shook his head and said.

"Now that I have it, I'm the first one, and I'm very honored."

Chen Dao left with his hands behind his back, leaving only the messy areas in the backyard of the canteen.

Killing one hundred chickens. Chen Dao felt that the devil's impulse in his heart had been dissolved a lot.

Back at the office and sat on the chair behind the desk, Chen Dao saw the "People's Observer" Daily on the table at a glance.

Chen Dao's eyes fell on the newspaper cover and occupied a whole page of photos.

A German officer, looking at the epaulette, seemed to be a captain, handed a piece of chocolate to a little boy with a bandage around his head.

The little boy held chocolate in his hands, his eyes full of smiles and happiness in innocent ways.

Next to the two were two German soldiers, a man and a woman, two local natives, standing next to them. The four of them smiled and watched the warm scene between the German captain and the boy.

This photo gives people a very harmonious feeling, and you can feel it through the paper.

Chen Dao curiously turned to the back of the front page of the newspaper and saw a series of photos, which almost all contained the happy smiling faces of the little boy when eating chocolate.

The photos are filled with words, telling the tragic life of the little boy.

The boy's name is... Too long, skip... When the boy's mother was still pregnant, his father died due to an accident, leaving the orphan and widowed mother to live with the kind-hearted uncle Haji, and life was very difficult.

Three days ago, Uncle Haji drove a donkey cart to the market in Tikrit.

Tikrit? This place name seems familiar.

After thinking about it for a while, Chen Dao continued to read the content of the story without any impression.

The donkey cart on the way to the market was unfortunately encountered a vicious British reconnaissance plane. Inhumane, the British pilot drove the plane to dive over the donkey cart and made fun by scaring the donkey cart.

The donkey pulling the cart was frightened and ran wildly, throwing the family of three under the cart. The poor kid with too long name was the most injured. Not only did he have multiple scratches on his body, but he also hit a stone on his head when he fell from the donkey cart and was seriously injured.

The 37th Reconnaissance Battalion of the 7th Armored Division happened to pass by the scene of the incident, drove away the British reconnaissance plane, rescued the family of three, and took them to Ticret for treatment.

The poor kid with too long name received treatment from Doctor De. After being diagnosed with a concussion, it is likely to leave sequelae.

The German captain who handed the chocolate to the kid who had too long names was Captain Winter, the company commander of the 2nd Company of the 37th Reconnaissance Battalion.

Chen Dao felt a little suspicious after reading the story. Although the British army was the enemy of Germany, it has to be said that the British army, especially the military disciplines from the British mainland were quite strict, and no news of any disturbances to the people.

Perhaps the British pilot was a scum from a colonial area or a Commonwealth country, and he actually made fun of harassing civilians. It was shameless.

Chen Dao read the story several times and felt that the urge to kill in his heart had dissipated a lot. He couldn't help but sigh: "Whenever he saw the innocent smiling face of a child, I felt that there was still hope in this world full of chaos and killing.

The child's innocent smile and this positive energy incident, even the devil's impulse in the heart of this bandit was suppressed, which has to be said to be a typical healing story."

Captain Winter, and this person... Chen Dao's eyes turned to the boy's name again.

There is also this child Sadamu, Ben Hussein, Ben Majid, Al Tikrit, who are all meritorious ministers. I must...uh, Sadamu! Uh, Hussein! Uh, Tikrit!

The appearance of the three keywords instantly unfolded Chen Dao's long-sealed memories.

The God of Destiny is not playing with me, right? Could it be that Sa Damu? Chen Dao immediately became suspicious.

Chen Dao touched his chin and thought for a few minutes, and then took out the same long-clogged diary from the drawer. He first picked up his pen and wrote down the keywords of Sada Mu. Hussein, Captain Winter and Ticrete, and then wrote:

Without a bandit, the style of someone and a bald man will establish a "Greater Middle East Prosperity Circle" in the Middle East.

With this bandit, Germany will establish a harmonious society in the Middle East.

It is my unshirkable responsibility to spread positive energy!

Chen Dao put away his diary and looked through the calendar. He saw that it was December 22nd.

During Christmas, I will give Fatty Qiu a three-combo to love, and tomorrow is the day when the first strike is released.
Chapter completed!