1232 Memories of the War (1/2)

The voice that broke the mystery was that of a soldier on Peter Lee's team.

”Wehrmacht?”

”Afrika Korps?”

The two foreign names didn't ring any bells, and they tried to recall any similarly-named modern German troops.

The Soldier added, ”The Desert Fox Rommel.”

Anyone who'd been exposed to World War II videos, novels, or shooting games, even if they weren't military fanatics, would be able to recall this legendary name.

”That can't be. Why would the Nazis' symbol be here?”

Everyone was naturally confused.

The Scholar used a dagger to pick up the few shredded pieces of cloth lying in between the bones. The color and material of the cloth looked military-issue.

The question was answered, but the answer was an unbelievable one.

The group used the foldable shovel to reveal more of the bone and cloth, picking them up from the remains. One of them even still had the golden diamond insignia sewn on it, but the color had faded so much that it would be easy to overlook.

The Soldier's eyebrows shot up. ”It's the insignia of the 90th Light Infantry Division of the Afrika Korps.”

He pointed to the sand below the man's corpse. ”If we continue digging, we might even dig out the VW82 used in World War II called the 'Boat of the Desert,' or even the Horch 901—of course, it would be nothing short of a miracle. Maybe they're even still in working condition.” The Soldier rolled up his sleeves, enthusiastic, as though he really wanted to try and dig it up.

Even if there really was a car from WWII underneath all of this sand, it would be a huge operation to unearth it completely. They didn't have any amazing people from Bluefly anyway, and the rest of them were too lazy to work. There was no guarantee that there would be a car down there, either.

”Looks like this corpse should belong to a German soldier from the World War II period that is buried here for unknown reasons,” the Scholar summarized using their clues on hand.

No one contradicted that.

They didn't know where the Detective had procured a toothbrush from, but she started to brush the light sand away from the bones, observing them carefully. ”There's no obvious injury on the skeleton,” she said.

Due to the unique climate and geographical conditions of the desert, the corpse was preserved relatively well, almost as well as the skeletal specimens in medical schools. The body hadn't been discovered by big scavenger animals after its death, and the skin and muscles had been eaten clean by bugs, leaving behind a clean skeleton.

Seeing that no one was responding to his request to dig up the car, the Soldier felt a pinch of regret. ”It's normal. The Afrika Korps were not accustomed to the horrid environment, and disease and illnesses spread within the camps. They had a bad case of soldiers dying of nonviolent causes.”

”Why did he die here?” someone asked.

”It's not weird. In World War II, the Allies and Axis countries had a few large-scale operations on Egypt and Libya's borders. Mersa Matruh used to be the command center for Rommel. There's even a Rommel museum built in one of the caves.” When it came to war, the Soldier was right in his element.

”But would it be this far south?” another person asked.