Dawn Redemption

There was a bang.

The trapdoor lid snapped off, blocking the light source.

In fact, there is no difference between here and outside.

There was no light outside.

Night engulfed the city.No amount of explosions, no amount of artillery fire could light it up.

Falling sparks, like stars falling from the sky.It was pitch black there.

The sound of the heel hitting the stairs was unexpectedly obvious, and the echo reverberated.Going down the stairs and through the corridor, he moved his body forward like a walking dead, not knowing who he was and why he was here.I don't know what else is waiting for him to do next.

"Fin!" He walked to the hall outside his room, among the crowded crowd, it was Richard who saw him first and squeezed his way over.

Finn hung his head and didn't answer. Richard came to him and frowned.In my impression, when Finn went out before, he was tidy and his hair was neatly combed.But now, in just a few hours, when Finn appeared in front of him again, Richard was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

His hair is no longer combed back as neatly as it once was.The originally beautiful blond hair was like dry straw, without any luster, and there were fine debris mixed in the middle.The face under the disheveled forehead is almost unrecognizable.His face was covered with dust, and his original fair complexion could not be seen. Those blue eyes, which were once so beautiful that people dare not look directly at them, are now just like dusty sapphires that have been neglected for a long time, as if they have been lost forever. look.

What was even more frightening was that his clothes, face and hands were all covered with blood.

Some have dried up and become dark, with slag falling, and some are still bright red, but you can feel the warmth just by looking at them.

It was as if he had just walked out of the pool of blood in the depths of hell.

However, there was no wave on his expression, as if he was used to it, but also as if he couldn't feel anything anymore.Lost all senses, can't hear, can't see.

"What's wrong with you?" Richard asked worriedly.

Finn raised his head with difficulty and glanced at him.His voice was terribly hoarse, as if a long-dead undead possessed his body, or in other words, as if something had shattered in his body, and countless pieces blocked his throat .

"Tom..." Finn said in a daze, "Tom..."

Finn's voice was choked, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't continue.Richard took a step back before barely standing still. There was no need for Finn to go on. He could already know Finn's state and the blood stains on his body.

Finn didn't comfort him, he didn't have any extra emotions, and he couldn't even calm down his emotions.

He moved his steps and passed by Richard, but he didn't stop when he was hit hard by someone's shoulder.

He just wanted to be alone.

Looking around in the hall, he found a place where there was no one and sat down against the wall, or rather, he just slid down against the wall and collapsed on the seat.

Is there anyone who can save him...

bloody, dark...

He can't hold on any longer...

Finn buried his face in the palm of his hand, the pain caused by everything he experienced just now, the loss of strength in his legs and feet, the loud noise of bombs and guns that made people almost deaf, and the disgusting but strong smell of blood that could not be vomited out. , the soreness of tears welling up in his eyes but not being able to flow out no matter what, the dull pain of suffocation as if his heart was pinched by hands, the moment when he was finally able to rest after strenuous exercise, it was as if a torrent flooded him in an instant .

He is so powerless.In this turbulent world, he couldn't even stand firmly.

There was a sound ringing in his ear, and Finn's brain could still judge that someone was approaching, but according to his subjective opinion, he didn't want to pay attention to it at all.

The man sat down beside him.Finn raised his face a little bit and saw the short gray hair of the person beside him who was as hard as iron nails. He understood the identity of the person coming, and lowered his head again to ignore it.

Mueller didn't look at him either, but just stared at his twisted hands hanging between his legs, thinking for a while, thinking about how to tell Finn this fact.

"What do you want to say?" Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Fein lost his patience at first.Likewise, he lost the patience to maintain his usual polite attitude towards people.

However, Mueller didn't care about this at all.Perhaps to him, this was nothing compared to what he was going to say next.He didn't answer right away, but continued to think for a while before slowly saying:

"The East Prussian campaign is over."

There should be a second half of this sentence, but Muller did not say it out of consideration.

Listen to what he said about Finn, but would rather he said it directly.

However, it doesn't matter.

The end of the Battle of East Prussia, there is no doubt that it ended with the defeat of the German army.

Participating in this battle is the Fourth Army.

Where Noah is, the Fourth Army.

Why did Mueller go out of his way to tell him this?He knew where Noah was and his relationship with Noah?

These are no longer important.

Coupled with the "never surrender" order issued by the head of state, all troops must fight to the end until they exchange their lives for their absolute loyalty to this country.

The so-called ending didn't require him to imagine too much.

Just now he thought that he was just unsteady, and that fragmented world collapsed.

Fein's reaction was much calmer than Muller expected.No, to be precise, he didn't react at all, as if... like a corpse.

His skin was so pale that there was no color in it, and there was no light in his eyes.Even his usual preoccupied expression was gone.

Mueller turned his head away and sighed softly, and didn't say anything to Finn, because he didn't know how to comfort him.

All have been driven to a dead end.

The sound of explosions from above the ground became more and more louder.This fortification embedded in the ground is like a floating coffin abandoned on the windy and stormy sea, ups and downs in the surging waves, and at some point it will be shattered by a high tide and become countless fragments.

The body no longer knows how tired it is, and it can't even successfully convey the signal about wanting to sleep.Only the brain that is constantly running and receiving various stimuli can still feel tired.I don't have the strength to drag my body to the bed and go to sleep. Just sitting here, I can sit like a stone statue forever without saying a word.

Even time infected the insensitivity of those who were sitting and became slow.The air that can be used to breathe is also slowly being consumed, as if this big iron box buried deep in the soil is their burial place, waiting for the moment when the oxygen is exhausted to kill them inside.

There are still people watching the situation above the ground.Those who crowded in it spread the word that the city center had fallen and the streets had been taken over by the Soviets.

All sentences, at this moment, are just sentences.

What else would it be?The real scene in your mind?But in fact, they have no way to imagine the scene on the street at the moment.

Mueller did not have another word with Fein.So even though there was a lot of commotion in the fortifications, the small corner by the wall remained quiet, and the sound of someone approaching was clearly captured.

Finn no longer has any desire to communicate with others.Muller looked up and saw that it was Bohr, a member of his department, and he was the only one.

Muller asked: "How is it just you? Who are you with? Benjamin, Bischoff and Bill?"

Boer's incoherent voice fluctuated nervously: "They, they went out... they went out with guns, and each of them fired a bullet..."

The shock was plain on Mueller's face.He stared at Pole to hear what he had to say, but Pole kept silent.There was no explanation, not even a hint of sadness on his face about the death of a colleague he had worked with for a long time.

But it took a moment for Mueller to figure it out.At this time, in addition to being starved to death after running out of supplies, what is in front of him is being captured by the Soviets.No matter which one it is, it means long-term torture. Compared with these, it may be the best choice for them to quickly leave this hell-like world after a loud bang.

It can also be considered that they can use their last withered flesh and blood to bury the great empire that they once swore allegiance to and once glorious.

"Mr. Muller." Pohl's voice calmed down now, he bent down and whispered to Mueller, "I got something, maybe it will be useful..."

He quietly spread out his hands, and in his palm were a few capsule-like things, which looked like small vials of medicine for injection, but they were only the size of a pill.In the thin glass shell, there is a colorless liquid, and there are still tiny spots of light under the weak light of the chandelier.

"Huh?" Mueller looked at the vials in his hand for a while, then raised his head and looked at Pohl with puzzled eyes.Bohr said in a low voice:

"Sir, this is a potassium cyanide capsule... put it in your mouth and crush it, it will be fine in a while... it won't be very painful..."

As he spoke, he sent the thing in his open palm up, but Mu Le blocked his hand and pushed it away.

"Bohr, listen to me..." Mueller's mind was also a little messed up, trying to stop this crazy thing.In other words, although everything that is happening seems reasonable, he feels that there must be madness behind these things.

But before he could finish his words, they were cut off abruptly in his throat.Even his expression was fixed on his face.

Before Bohr could retract the hand that was pushed away by him, someone next to him stretched out his hand, took a piece of poison from his palm, and held it in his hand.

"Thank you."

Finn Yannick raised his dull eyes and glanced at Pohl, his voice hoarse and authentic.