Dawn Redemption

Noah raised the coffee to his mouth, lowered his eyes, and was so preoccupied that he didn't drink it in the end.His knuckles tapped lightly on the table.

The battlefield on the Eastern Front was frequently rushed, and with the sudden change in the weather, the Don Army was unable to recover even though it repeatedly strengthened its firepower.According to recent intelligence, the Soviet army has turned to a counterattack in an all-round way, pointing at the entire Sixth Army.The encircled German army was suppressed by hunger and cold, waiting for their frozen bodies to be covered by heavy snow to the last inch.

This situation is too bad.Noah frowned and crossed his fingers, resting his chin on his hands.Although these battles on the front line did not have much impact on his interests as the commander of the concentration camp, in his heart, he will always be and only a glorious imperial soldier.If the battle situation requires him to rush to the battlefield quickly with guns and ammunition, he will not hesitate.

When chatting with other people, he always avoids commenting on this aggressive plan. After all, this is the country, and it is the decision of "that person" who represents the country.But at this moment, when he seemed to see the blood of his compatriots in the distance soaking the snow under his body, his eyes were no longer as calm as usual.

From the original Imperial Defense Force soldiers, step by step to today's position.What is displayed in front of others is only the example of unremitting work and the supreme glory.However, from being in the A group army, just leading the battle and fighting, to being in charge of the affairs of the concentration camp, even a series of numbers written down by hand will become the miserable screams of countless ghosts in the gas chamber, and finally be filled in. Into the river ditch, there are countless distorted bones that are inexhaustible in the crematorium.

He took a sip of coffee, very little creamer and sugar, very bitter, and the taste was hard to dissipate between his lips and teeth.He smiled self-deprecatingly.How could he not know that those people were innocent mortals?Some people, even when they were escorted to death, still looked confused and bewildered.They, even he, were victims of the great cause of the state, the fuel of all glory.However, it is precisely because of this belief that he will pour all his sympathy into the water. Even if he is rebellious, even if he bears the burden of the common people, no matter how much he cannot help himself, he will never regret it.

Some... can only be guilt.

Along the way, the debt owed may be difficult to repay even after reincarnation.For example, those who lost their lives, such as Greta, such as Ilsa, such as, and the person who was deeply trapped in the mud because of his impulsiveness.

Perhaps just thinking of this, Noah noticed a small noise in the upstairs guest room.He put down his undrinked coffee and walked upstairs.

In the past few days, Finn spent most of his time in a deep sleep, and his body recovered quickly without knowing it.When Noah opened the door, he saw that Finn had already put on his pants, shirt and sweater, and was about to get up to get the coat hanging on the hanger.Seeing Noah come in suddenly, his movements of getting up suddenly became stiff.After a while, he shifted his weight back to the bed.

Noah didn't think it was too embarrassing, but the person in front of him had a head of blond hair that was always neatly combed and was messed up by sleeping, and those beautiful blue eyes were always downcast, and he didn't even want to look at him.The lips that had just recovered their blood color were bitten and turned pale again.

"What did I say?" His voice was no longer hoarse, but as small as a gnat.

Noah kept looking at him: "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

Fein's body wrapped in the shirt trembled a little: "You heard that, right? I remember, when I was not sober, I said, I...you heard?"

"Hmm." I don't want to, or I feel that there is no need to lie to him at all.

It turned out that everything he did had such a deep impact on him.It turned out that he would also feel dependent on others because of this kind of thing.It must be because I thought of that incident again when I had a fever, so I said that without thinking.

"It's okay." Noah slowed down his tone, "I know you were uncomfortable at the time, but it's over now. After all, people can't control what nonsense they say when they are unconscious. I understand you. It's all right now."

Fein's body seemed to sink heavily, and he felt his soul was pulled out of his body, and he no longer had consciousness.When he returned to his own body, it seemed that he was just attached to an already cold corpse.

"Lieutenant Finn?" Noah sighed, "I said, I won't care."

"Don't!" He yelled loudly, reaching out his hand as if to grab the corner of Noah's clothes, but after hesitating for a long time, he finally clenched it tightly in the air. "Please," he whispered, like the sob of an aged saxophone, "please... forget about it."

A look of weeping was reflected in those light brown eyes.

Suddenly he felt a little heartache.

He unraveled Fein's heart knot by himself, but at the same time removed the shell that he could protect himself.

At this moment, I want to protect him and comfort him, but I don't know how to do it.Fein's expression covered by the shadow of his hair seems to make people feel his heart being torn like a knife.

So Noah chose not to speak, but just bowed down and gave him a hug.

He thought that this would give Finn a little comfort, but he felt a strange feeling the moment his body touched him.

The body of the person in his arms suddenly became stiff and motionless.

Noah raised his head slightly, only to find that Finn's eyes were wide open, his face full of astonishment.Immediately, he lowered his head, bit his pale lips tightly, and supported Noah's broad shoulders with both hands.

"You..." Before Noah could ask, the person in front of him suddenly burst out with strength and pushed him away!

Noah was unprepared, and he was forced to take a step back before standing still.Finn stood up from the bed, took a few steps away from him in shock, raised his hand tremblingly, and shouted:

"Why!...Why do you still do this!"

Slap.Drops of water splashed onto the floor.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't care? Why—are you pitying me? Hahaha, I don't need it! Noah von Seifert, listen up, I—don't—need—need !"

No longer thinking about the consequences, he broke free from all restraints, and unscrupulously yelled at the man in front of him, his chief, and the man he loved most to vent his grievances accumulated for a long time. By this time, tears had already flowed out of his eyes.

"Can you make me give up? You have been playing with me for so long! Why haven't I despaired! Since that night, no, since you came to this ghost place... Isn't it enough!!"

With a sad smile on his face, he turned around and tore off the coat on the hanger, opened the door heavily and rushed out without looking back.The sound of the leather boots hitting the stairs hit Noah's eardrum hard every time.

It wasn't until the sound completely faded away that everything returned to silence.

Noah kept looking at the direction where Fein's back disappeared, and it took him a long time to react. His hand was still slightly raised, as if he had kept the posture when the hug was broken.

He thought he could hold him like that all the time to comfort him.

mercy?

Noah's mind suddenly buzzed, and immediately all of Finn's abnormal actions, those inadvertently lonely expressions, and trembling words during this period of time turned into non-stop playing images and filed in without any hindrance.

It turned out that the insights he was proud of were nothing but ridiculous self-righteousness.

It's too ironic.

If it's just nonsense when you're not sober.

Why did he have to cry to let himself forget it!

Noah couldn't hold on to that steady air any longer, and suddenly turned around and walked out of the room quickly.Holding on to the railing with one hand, he hurried downstairs.He flashed back to Finn's last look at him.

Those eyes, which are even more desolate than those of a dying person, are like a deep pool of stagnant water.

Noah walked through the living room with a burning heart, only to realize that the cup of coffee on the dining table was already cold.