Dawn Redemption

Finn froze for a moment, there was no need for him to go up and try.It was evident that, not to mention just the two of them, there would be no way for twenty more men to move the pile of ruins and dig out the trap door below.

Needless to say, this road has been completely blocked.

Tom didn't seem to be able to react, and couldn't immediately accept what happened suddenly in front of him.Finn knew that nothing good would happen if he continued to stay here, and he didn't know when the next batch of bombs would strike.

As far as the current situation is concerned, the underground is the only safe place.

"Tom, come with me!" Finn said quickly, but found that Tom didn't respond at all, as if his soul had been taken away suddenly, and hadn't returned to him.His eyes were still staring down, looking through countless tiny gaps at the tightly sealed trapdoor.

Finn sighed.In fact, his heart is the same as Tom's, completely uncertain, but he seems to be calmer on the surface.He patted Tom on the shoulder lightly and said: "There is more than one entrance to the fortification, there is another one in the block over there, let's go there quickly!"

"Ah? Yes, yes, yes." Thom finally regained his senses, but he almost tripped when he took the first step out.But he quickly regained his footing and caught up with Finn who was walking ahead.

Finn walked briskly, knowing there was no time to waste.Surrounded by citizens fleeing in all directions, some of them had completely lost the strength to walk, knelt beside the ruins and howled miserably, their voices were creepy but they almost shed tears.

"By the way, did you see anyone else on the way here?"

Finn didn't even turn his head, and kept walking forward, so Thom knew that even shaking his head was useless, so he said, "No, not a single one."

"I hope they all hide first."

Thom couldn't see Finn's expression from behind, but he felt an inexplicable loneliness from his back.

"That...sir, I know where the entrance is, let me lead the way."

He swallowed, summoning all the courage in his body to say the words, though his voice was still trembling.Finn finally turned around now and gave him a surprised look.

Seeing Tom nodded firmly, Finn didn't insist anymore, and let him go ahead: "Try to stay close to the building, and take a look when you turn the corner."

"Okay, okay sir!"

He picked up his stride too, and the two of them hurried down the next block.The sound of bombing in the distance has not subsided, one after another, it is unknown when it will spread here.Moreover, the sounds of shelling and light and heavy machine guns seemed to be getting closer.

First a brisk walk, then a long stride.How long can the fortifications distributed in the streets resist?When will the enemy army go deep into the city, maybe in the next minute, maybe in the next second.

It is no longer possible to fight against a large number of enemy troops with one's own strength.The only way to survive is to hide before they find out.

Just based on their SS status, it is impossible to survive under the guns of the Soviets.

"Stop!" Finn suddenly lowered his voice and let out a cat-like hoarse voice, arching his back like a cat.

It was frightened and ready to fight.

Tom didn't stop, and almost fell out.But it was also at this moment that he also heard the silence brought by the sudden stop of footsteps, and heard another approaching footsteps.Not one person, nor two people like them.

It is the footsteps of many people, many, many, chaotic, with the joy of chasing after victory.Like the most intense movement, the most surging passage, the sound of shooting and strafing is interspersed with drumbeats, screaming and roaring are the most tense syllables in it.

But the louder the voice, the more chaotic and disturbing the moon.Even if I can barely tell which direction it is, I can't tell which street it is.

Thom nervously ran to the base of the wall with Finn, pressed his body against the wall as much as possible, and mouthed: "What's going on! What should we do now!"

Finn shook his head, closed his eyes and listened carefully, frowning.But at this tense moment, the sound of the heartbeat is enough to overwhelm all external sounds, and it is impossible to judge the other party's movements.

hateful.If Rolf is here at this time...

Hearing the screams, he couldn't calm down and think.Only a small part of those screaming with gunshots were soldiers, and most of them were unarmed and innocent citizens.

Here, is the real hell.The center of the black vortex, dragging everyone into the dark depths.

Finn swallowed, and carefully poked his head out from the corner, the street in front of him was still empty.

"Quick, keep up." Finn gestured to Thom, turned around with a short body, and hid in a shop.Although the crooked counter was rotten, it could still barely cover the squatting bodies of the two people.And almost at the moment when the two of them hid, the footsteps of a large group of people and the roar of armored vehicles passed by the street outside from far to near.

Finn pressed his finger to his lips, motioning for silence.In fact, even if you make a sound, it will be quickly buried in the hustle and bustle.

Tom held his head, almost buried in his knees.Finn understood how he felt. It was the first time he saw so many enemy soldiers back then, and his hand holding the gun was trembling. He couldn't hear any commands except for the roar, and his legs were so weak that he couldn't walk in the direction he wanted.It's only natural for Tom to have such a situation, not to mention that this fire that will burn everything to nothing is burning on his own homeland at this time.

The sound faded away, and the street outside returned to calm, but the shelling in the distance was still louder and louder.

To be on the safe side, Finn waited a little longer before poking his head out to see the situation outside.After confirming that the danger has passed, stand up and help Tom stand up by the way.

He grabbed Tom's sleeve: "Let's go, let's hurry up." There was no time to dawdle, and he started to run when he stood firm.Sure enough, the power brought by people's desire to survive is infinite. Even after crossing several streets, running sorely, the pain in the lower abdomen became more and more obvious, and the pace did not slow down at all.

Not to mention Finn, Thom, whose physique is far inferior to his, has been closely following Finn without falling behind.Of course, it may also be because he is too scared to dawdle.

A corner, a street.The hard soles of the boots knocked out on the road made it even more difficult to calm down. The broken bricks and stones all over the ground were kicked away and rolled aside. The pain on the soles of the feet seemed to exist in another world, and it would not stop their progress at all.

"Horse, we'll be there soon—" Thom said to Finn next to him, he was already struggling to speak, mixed with heavy panting.Finn glanced at him, and found that his face was flushed red, his physical strength had been exhausted, and he was about to be unable to keep up, but he was still clenching his teeth and persevering.

Just as Finn was about to say something, a hoarse scream suddenly came from the building next to him!

Finn subconsciously looked along the source of the sound. It was a nearby building whose corner had been blown away.He was about to ignore it and continue running, but the scream came again.

Although the sound of cannons in the distance was even more frightening, the successive screams were so sharp that it sent chills down the spine.Finn and Tom hesitated, and finally stopped.

It was a woman's voice, screaming for help while screaming in despair.

The place has been ransacked by the Soviets, and other residents have either fled long ago, or they may have been killed at gunpoint.It stands to reason that no one will hear her cry for help, except the two of them.

If you ignore her, no one will notice her again.

They looked at each other, both of them were hesitating and asking for each other's opinions, so the staring was meaningless.In the end, the two turned their heads and walked towards the building at the same time.

Moreover, the pace is getting faster and faster.

Finn gritted his teeth and ran up the stairs following the source of the sound.Inside the house, outside sounds were slightly filtered out, but the woman's voice sounded even more stern and terrifying.At this moment, Finn also heard a man's voice mixed with her cry.

"This way!" Finn stopped Tom, who was about to continue running upstairs, and pointed to the corridor.But when Tom was about to rush into the corridor, Finn blocked him with his arm and said, "You go behind me."

Although Tom is much older than Finn in terms of age, Finn is superior to him in terms of wartime experience and official position.At this time, it is natural to subconsciously go ahead.

At this time, it was too late to deliberately suppress the sound of footsteps.The two walked through the corridor one after the other. At this time, the woman's voice had begun to become hoarse and weak, and gradually sank.

Walking to the right door, Fern took another look at Tom.The man's voice continued, and Finn already knew what was going on inside, and he was more or less mentally prepared, but Tom didn't meet his eyes this time, but just stared nervously at the door.

"Be careful." Finn whispered, Tom's absent-minded promise made him a little worried, but before it was too late, he took a deep breath and pushed the door open with his shoulder.

There was no light in the room, the light was gloomy, and all the furniture was in a mess.The floor was strewn with messy, muddy footprints.

Finn only looked around, frowned and walked directly to the inner room, those voices disturbed him.The door of the bedroom was not closed. Standing at the door, two people could clearly see what was going on inside.

The woman whose clothes were too tattered to cover her body was still crying for help weakly, unable to break free no matter what.On top of her was a Soviet soldier.

His gun was put aside, but his body armor was still on, and he hadn't taken it off.The flushed and broad face that looked like excessive drinking was full of undisguised desire, and the high bridge of the nose leaned intoxicatedly on the woman's neck.

"Fuck you—"

A figure flashed in front of him.Finn was still in a daze thinking about countermeasures, but he had already seen Tom rushing over with a roar.

He didn't even have time to stop it, his fingertips could no longer reach the corner of Thom's clothes.This was also what he had never expected, Tom's furious look.

He rushed straight up and grabbed the soldier's clothes and tried to rip him off, but the man swore rudely and waved Tom away without showing any sign of stopping.

Thom staggered a step, then rushed forward and grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back hard.His face was also flushed, and he didn't know if it was because he hadn't recovered after running for a long time before, or because his blood was surging due to anger.

"Bastard! Let her go! Let her go!!"

Now the soldier couldn't breathe and had to stop and stand up.His bloodshot eyes glared fiercely at Tom, and he punched him in the face.

Blood gushes out almost at the same time as the sound of bones shattering, and that red color is almost the brightest color here.

Even Finn was shocked by Thom's behavior, and slowly stretched his right hand toward his waist, but he never found the right timing.

Standing outside the door, the angle is also very limited.

Tom stumbled to his feet, clutching his face that was almost deformed by the beating, and saw the soldier spitting down on the bed, and straightened up to pull up his pants.He snarled again and charged, hitting him on the nose.Even Thom was taken aback, when the man grabbed him by the wrist and fell hard to the ground.

This time Tom didn't have the strength to get to his feet at once.The blood on his face gushed out and splattered on the ground, but the hands that had exhausted their strength were still stubbornly supporting the ground, trying again and again to push his body up.

Hearing what the Soviet soldier said cursingly, he had already put on his pants, and looked down at Thom, who couldn't stand up at all, with contemptuous and playful eyes, as if he was looking at a poor-quality toy.

He didn't look at the woman again, picked up the machine gun that was thrown aside, looked at Tom's raised bloody face, those eyes that were soaked in blood like evil spirits, shivered artificially, Tilting his head, a torrential rain of bullets came out of his chamber.

Blood spurted out and splashed in the small room.Under the terrifying noise of the machine gun running, Thom gritted his teeth, his body twitched, almost bounced off the floor, but there was no sound from his mouth.

That's Tom.Tom is timid and shy, and even trembles when talking to unfamiliar people.

He was completely motionless, his broken body lying on the ground.

Hot blood gushed out from the dense bullet holes, mouth, ears, and nose, carrying fragments of internal organs, and soon surrounded the corpse in a pool of blood.The soldier didn't stop his hand as if venting, and it took a while to remove his finger from the trigger.

Then there was a deathly silence.

Tom's unclosed eyes were still staring at him with anger and resentment.

Only then did the soldier raise his head, as if he only saw Finn standing outside the door at this moment.With a surprised expression on his face, he hastily raised the muzzle of his gun.

But this surprise was also his last expression.

Finn's hands were shaking, he could barely hold the gun.

But his bursts are still accurate.

Very precise.The first headshot sent brains and blood splattering the wall behind him.The pair of blue eyes behind the muzzle were devoid of hatred, killing intent, or even any emotion, as indifferent as an ancient glacier.

With the second shot, the entire face was smashed.

Third shot.

Fourth shot.

When all the bullets were fired, Finn's hands were still shaking.Trembling, he put the gun back in its holster.

From the corner of the eye, I saw the woman quickly wrapped the quilt around her body, huddled in a corner, and was so frightened that she was dazed.Finn also ignored her, and walked to Tom's body and squatted down.

He stretched out his hand but didn't know what to do, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

The palm slowly covered his face, and the palm was covered with blood at that moment.The blood was warm, but it seemed to be burning his palm.Finn slowly moved his hand down and closed his eyes.

"Sorry……"

The messy hair hung down to cover the eyes, and the expression in those blue eyes could not be seen at the moment.His lips moved, slowly uttering these words.

His voice was low and steady, without the slightest tremor.He squatted next to Tom's body, the tears on his cheeks streaked across, the traces were fleeting, and the water dripped from his chin into the pool of blood, and there was no way to dilute the suffocating smell of blood.

"I'm sorry... I... couldn't save you..."

Finn squatted there, his legs were numb and aching, and he didn't want to stand up.He also didn't brush away the obstructive hair in front of his eyes, as if they were a barrier that could temporarily block him from the real world with peace of mind.

Just like that, how nice... He almost couldn't hold on anymore...

There was the sound of walking in his ears.The woman walked over slowly. She covered her body with a thin quilt and stood beside him.However, Fein no longer had the extra thought to pay attention to her, and he didn't even raise his head to look at her.

She glanced at Finn, and asked cautiously, "What...is his name?"

"...Thom Coother." Finn said the name.Or rather, chant the name softly.

He tried to use this name to call the person who fell in front of him, although he would never get up again.

Never again.

"He's a hero."

"……Um."

The woman turned her head and looked at Fein's side face. The line of tears had already dried up, but the marks that washed away the dust were still there: "You too."

"Maybe." Finn said.

At this time, what Fein thought of was not the picture of them chatting, not the picture of him bravely rushing up just now, not the picture of them running wildly together on the scarred street.

His memory is just a small snack box exuding the aroma of gingerbread.