— Fotze, move your legs, or else, damn you, I'll start shooting at them. —, The man's voice broke into a scream when König once again noticed how you were trying to stop to rest. You had no strength left, your knees were shaking from the strain, and your lungs were burning. Arguing and defending your rights was useless, you just had to run.

— I can't understand why I have to mess around with you here if you're going to die on your first sortie! —, König ran after you, urging you on again and again, not allowing you to stop. His eyes almost drilled into your body. They read anger and something else that you haven't had a chance to figure out yet. Anxiety.

— How did the thought of joining the army even come into your empty head at your age? How old are you, 18? —, The man suddenly stopped and grabbed you by the shoulder, forcing you to stop. Your knees clearly can't take it and you fall to the ground, — Oh, shit... —, The man hissed through his teeth, clearly unhappy with how you were sprawled at his feet. You put your hands forward and lean on them in an attempt to rise, but something heavy presses you into the ground. The man's foot does not let you rise.

— Answer, recruit. —

The soldier was angry and you did not understand why he was bursting with these feelings. Few could answer this question, and he himself would not admit that he was worried. König was not happy with the fact that children were eager to go to war at such a young age. He was not ready to lose those who could happily live their lives, which is why he treated each of them cruelly, if only they would run away as soon as possible. It was a working method, most simply couldn't take it anymore and left their ranks, and those who remained proved their readiness. König will continue to mock you until you prove that you are ready for a harsh life, otherwise he will throw you out somewhere in the forest and report you as a deserter.