Dawn Redemption

Blizzard swept across the earth, buried the ruins, and covered death.Under the gray sky intertwined with white, only a looming silhouette remains.

Even if a large group of people marched on the snow, the messy footprints they stepped on were quickly covered.Looking back, I couldn't tell the direction they came from. I could only look forward, watching this endless group of people walking slowly in the wind and snow.

The largest number of prisoners in the queue were still wearing striped prison uniforms. Those rags could not resist the frenzied cold wind at all. Their skin had become pale and stiff. The queue was like a long tree. torn and dirty strips.

Dotted next to it are soldiers with guns, escorting the queue composed of prisoners who were once held in Auschwitz concentration camp.

The last SS soldier locked the gates of the wrecked Auschwitz in the early hours of the morning and left.They set off overnight, heading west.It is not so much a migration as an escape.

There was a sudden uproar in the middle of the team.The soldiers walking behind poked their heads out to see what was going on ahead, but they couldn't see anything.

The team stopped, and the noisy sound drifted indistinctly in the wind and snow.As if infected, the team behind also started to commotion. Even if the soldiers shouted to stop, they could only hold back for a while, and after a while, some people started whispering again.

Then, the gun went off.

Before he could react, he saw the body of a soldier in uniform lying on the side of the road.The blood under his body was soon stained red.The people at the end of the line couldn't see how twisted and terrifying his death was, they could only see that the gun had been taken away from him.

It was a well-built prisoner who took the gun.He fired another shot into the sky as if threatening, and then led more than a dozen prisoners to deviate from the direction of the procession and ran towards a forest by the roadside.

I don't know if they had been planning for a long time and planned to escape when the security of the transfer was relaxed, or they really couldn't bear such a long period of severe cold and hunger, so they were forced to make such a decision.

But the soldiers reacted quickly.In the uncontrollable turmoil, the sound of pulling the bolt of the gun came and went, followed by deafening gunshots.Among the fleeing crowd, the last few were shot and fell to the ground.Some people were so frightened by the gunshots that their legs became limp and fell to the ground, but they were also dealt with by the chasing soldiers with guns.

Suddenly this pure white snow scene became dirty and dirty.

But several of those who escaped avoided the bullets and rushed towards the woods without looking back.The few soldiers who caught up were about to chase, but they were stopped by the non-commissioned officer next to the team:

"No more chasing! Come back and form a team!"

They had to turn around and walk back to the team.In fact, they also understand in their hearts that it is not worth wasting too much energy for such a few people at the moment when food is scarce and the world is icy and snowy.Moreover, it is impossible for the few fugitives who just snatched weapons and still have no food to survive in this wilderness.

The soldiers made no effort.The prisoners who were still in the line quickly fell silent as they looked at the distorted corpses.After the line is lined up, move on.

It's like a migration without a goal when the severe cold came in ancient times.

Naturally, some of the remaining prisoners couldn't take it anymore, and some of them fell down from time to time.But the team simply doesn't stop there.All the people walked around the rapidly freezing body, and the body was quickly covered with a layer of white blankets by the falling snow.

"what--"

When the corpse was about to be left behind by the team, the soldier walking at the end of the team looked down and happened to meet the frozen corpse.He suddenly yelled hysterically, stumbled away from the team and ran sideways, and ran under a dead tree, holding on to the trunk and retching.

In fact, however, he didn't spit anything out.Like these prisoners, he hadn't eaten for a long time.

I can't remember the last time I ate bread. This place has basically been abandoned, and the lack of rations is even more illusory.The last order they received was to destroy the entire concentration camp.

In fact, during a large-scale riot two months ago, this ferocious monster had been severely injured and could only move with a limp.No. [-] crematorium was completely flattened, and No. [-] crematorium was so rotten that it could not be used.Now they set another fire, burned all the papers, and bombed another crematorium.

The Soviets had approached forty kilometers away.The army has also retreated to the west, and it is naturally impossible for them to stay there any longer.Since the Soviet army cannot be resisted, no resources can be left for them.

Auschwitz, the former hell on earth, the factory of death-no matter what the code name, it is now just a useless ruin.

The soldier clamped the gun in his arm, hugged the tree and retched frantically.His stomach convulsed, making it almost impossible for him to straighten up.

Not only because of that hideous looking corpse, it was too disgusting, everything that happened these days was too disgusting.

He felt as if he was being pressed down by something, and he couldn't breathe.He wanted to unbutton his heavy coat and take a deep breath to remove the dirt from his lungs.At this time, he was discovered by another soldier.

"Hey! Jonas!" He slung the gun and ran over. A cloud of snow dust was thrown up behind him. "Are you crazy? If you take off your clothes at this time, you will be frozen into a statue!"

Jonas waved his hand, raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Thank you." He re-buttoned the unbuttoned coat, then pulled the front of the clothes, but still firmly wrapped the tree trunk with his other hand Don't let go.

Marcus frowned, and asked a little worriedly: "What's the matter, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay." Jonas slowed down a little, "I just feel a little nauseous... I feel sick to my stomach..."

"If there's no big problem, just keep going, shall we?" Marcus looked up at the team that was getting further and further away.No one seemed to have noticed that these two people had left the team, and they had been left behind for a long time. The front half of the team had been obscured by the wind and snow, and it seemed that they would soon disappear from sight. "If we don't catch up, we will fall behind."

Jonas glanced at the receding team with some difficulty: "Oh, yes! Let's go—uh...vomit..." Before he finished speaking, he squatted down again clutching his stomach in pain, still nothing I couldn't spit out anything, but my back was curled up and trembling, looking very painful.

Marcus stood next to him, at a loss: "Hey, Jonas, are you really okay? Hold on a little bit, your stomach won't be able to bear it, I'll help you go, and find some hot food when we get there Something to eat, maybe there will be warm wine and soup."

After he finished speaking, his stomach twitched as if he felt the same way.

All the same, haven't eaten in a long time.

Although Marcus said this to comfort Jonas, he didn't know whether there would be anything for them to eat after arriving at the destination.He didn't even know how many people could really persist until they reached their destination.

"Hello!" The voice came, and it sounded even more distant through the boundless wind and snow, "Where are you doing!"

Marcus recognized the voice of Captain Rolf.He raised his arm and waved it twice: "Here, here! Jonas is not feeling well, you go first, he will be here soon!"

He wasn't sure if Rolf could hear what he said in its entirety, because the voice coming back was also indistinct, so he could only make a rough guess: "If you can support him, hurry up and follow him! This damn place It's not easy to find if you get lost!"

Marcus roared in agreement, turned around and continued to observe Jonas' situation.He seemed to be better, at least he could barely straighten up.Marcus knew in his heart that not eating for such a long time would definitely cause great damage to his body, and if he vomited again, he might even vomit stomach acid and bile.

But at critical moments, Jonas' willpower is still very reassuring.Although he was so weak that his lips were bloodless, he still waved his hand and told Marcus that he was fine.

The two of them were about to catch up with the team in front, when they suddenly heard Rolf's voice coming from there again: "Where are you two shouting nonsense! You are so energetic!"

"Shouting?..." Marcus and Jonas looked at each other, both of them had blank expressions on their faces.

At this time, they also heard shouts.

Not on Rolf's side, nor here, but on the side of the team, farther away.

After Rolf finished what he said just now, he reacted faster than them, and shouted loudly: "Be careful!"

Before the words were finished, louder shouts came from the side, getting closer.

The moment the gunshot rang out, Marcus finally heard it clearly.

That's Russian!

He didn't know which side fired first, but immediately afterwards, the sound of the exchange of fire from both sides sounded like an explosion between the pale sky and the snowflakes, intertwining into one.

What would be the outcome of a battle between a guard army that was escorting prisoners to retreat and a regular army that was victorious all the way?

Marcus didn't dare to think about this question at all.

He was about to lie down when he heard a hoarse scream from beside him. The pain was so extreme that his eardrums hurt.

Marcus' whole body was stiff, his neck was like a rusty machine that had not been lubricated for many years, and there was no way to turn it as he wanted.

Jonas fell backwards was reflected in his hollow blue eyes.That body, which seemed to store energy that would never be spent, collapsed to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

Jonas covered his face tightly with his hands, and blood gushed from his fingers.

Jonas he...

Marcus wanted to squat down and lift Jonas to take him away, but his movements were so slow that he couldn't control it.

He felt the bitter wind blowing, and belatedly realized that it was the air flow carried by bullets, with the smell of gunpowder.

"Hey!"

He followed the reputation and saw Rolf running towards him with a gun in his hand.

"Fool! Go away!"

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