The Nameless Soldier

“Weapons in war can be guns and cannons, resources, public opinion, or food. But the most terrifying weapon is hatred. When hatred is used as a weapon against a nation, the war will never end. Our leader doesn’t have any special abilities like Lord Petra. He simply knows how to wield this weapon. I want to tell you about a group of people. On the eastern front, a battlefield that was pure hell, their lives were filthy, brutal, and short. Most of them never made it home. No one knows their names. Their gravestones are simple crosses with battered M35 helmets hanging from them. They appeared in Mogilev, the Yelnya salient, the Bryansk Forest, the outskirts of Moscow, Vyazma-Rzhev, Kursk, Orsha, and on every inch of ground crossed by the Imperial German Army’s 78th Assault Division. I was one of them. Back then, I never imagined I would end up like this. All anyone thought about was who would live to see the next sunrise... Sigh, are you listening to me?” “Ha! Oh, come on, enough with the humblebragging. ‘Unremarkable’? If I didn’t know your name was Erika Chokan, I might believe you.” “You’re such a buzzkill, Miss Bronikowski!” (Note: No System, not based on actual history, three transmigrators, none from this world.)