Dawn Redemption

"Hit! Advance!"

After the non-commissioned officer who was the referee made the announcement, Finn put the shiny Luger gun back into the holster without haste.He nodded at the referee, turned around and walked towards his team members.It wasn't until he got close to them that a smile appeared on his frosty face.

"It's amazing! Did you see the expression on the corporal from the second team? It's like eating five pounds of shit!" Rolf and Finn clapped their hands together, completely forgetting what he missed just now, "like this Come on, we will have you, Jonas, and some lucky little guy in the finals!" After finishing speaking, he took a solid headbutt from Marcus, clutching his chest and grinning his teeth in pain .

The game was set up on a football field, with a row of empty bottles and cans set up on a table as targets, just like they used to do in one of their enemy movies.Jonas complained about the occupation of the football field for a long time. It is said that someone saw him complaining to the organizer angrily, but finally returned without success (because it is difficult to say which one is more difficult for him to give up, football or shooting) .At this time, a corner of the gray sky was dyed with imperceptible twilight, floating above the barbed wire.The faint sunset glow, which has nothing to do with the splendor, announces the coming of dusk.

Several people walked back through a row of factories.It was also the time when the prisoners were off duty, and countless jagged bald heads and dirty striped prison uniforms poured out of the gate, with an unbearable pungent smell.They were also rushing to grab dinner, even if it was just a spoonful of liquid that was no different from water and had no right to be called "soup".

Finn once happened to see them handing out soup.The pot was clearer than the river ditch filled with ashes and corpses in the camp, and there were scattered and unknown wild vegetables floating on the surface.In fact, there are messy cut potato pieces sinking at the bottom, but ordinary prisoners can only get the top part, and then hide aside like a treasure to gobble it up.If you finish your meal a little later than most people, you will be beaten and scolded by the prison guards.

Even fighting for such a pot of soup can involve countless interests.Excluding the guards like Fein and the others, and the Gestapo (that is, the secret police) who wander around from time to time to monitor their every move, the next level is the prisoner guards in the camp.

It's a bit funny to say.In Germany, criminals who committed ordinary theft were sent to the front line of the war, but these murderers and arsonists were able to dominate the concentration camps.

Since the prisoner guards are Germanic criminals from Germany, they will not be treated inhumanely like those "key detainees".On the contrary, their welfare is almost among the best in the entire camp. They obey the command of the SS and directly manage the prisoners, which means that they can also directly collect bribes from the prisoners. How much can you take.

In other words, they will not participate in dividing up the pot at all.They probably ate better than Finn.

The next level down is the Task Force.They were selected from among the inmates to perform some of the dirty work, or those with special skills, such as doctors, were brought in to assist the camp doctors.These people can wear their own clothes, are treated relatively well, and can pick up the layer of potatoes under the soup when they receive their meals.

But all members of the task force understand that from the moment they enter the task force, their life expectancy is only four months.After four months they would be grouped together and shot in the back of the neck with 6mm soft lead bullets.Then a new batch of task forces came to complete their first task on duty, carrying away the corpses of the ancestors and incinerating them.Repeatedly, always like this.

What's interesting is that even though they couldn't understand what would happen to them, they still did their assigned work without hesitation for the sake of a little more humane treatment during these four months.Four months may be too long for them.

Finn led the team, deliberately leaning against the wall to give way to the prisoners while avoiding being hit.But there's really no need for them to do so.Because the moment they appeared, with those uniforms as the axis, no one within a radius of three meters dared to approach them.The road was relatively narrow, so the prisoners walked close to the wall on the other side, so as not to cause any disaster, such as making them smell bad.

"Alas." Rolf sighed in some confusion.

Ever since that stupid system of "ineffective labor"—a gang of men digging a hole all morning and filling it back in the afternoon, or moving stones from place to place—was introduced by Noah After the compulsory order was abolished, those prisoners who were still "curable" were incorporated into the ranks of labor production and carried out production and processing activities in the factory, so the scale of the factory had to be expanded after that.

Finn walked forward mechanically, but his eyes were fixed on the group of people in front of him.As long as I was not careful at the beginning, I am now one of them.His hair was roughly pushed off, and he was doing perverted labor in dirty prison uniforms. If he didn't pay attention, he would be killed. There was no other way but death in front of him.

Could this be his original destiny?His original trajectory?

But such a fate should not belong to anyone.Now it actually happened, in some small corner of the world, in Europe, in Poland, in Warsaw, there was this group of people in blue and white stripes, and this group of people in military uniform.It was so discordant, but it was forced to be stuffed into one place again.Clearly, one side is oppressing the other, but if you take off your clothes, they will only be mixed together.

It's so convoluted and my head hurts.

Finn remembered what Noah had said to himself, and felt a lack of oxygen and powerless suffocation.

Suddenly he came back to his senses.It wasn't because of the uncomfortable feeling in his heart, but because of his subconscious glance, he found two familiar faces.

It was two men with pink triangles stitched on their chests, walking very close together, side by side.They just walked with their heads buried and didn't dare to stare, so they didn't notice that Finn was staring at them.

Fein didn't know either, maybe there were signs of fever and dizziness at that time, so in order to vent his anger, he suddenly stopped when he beat the man until he was almost half disabled.Pick up the man from the snow and turn around and leave.

When they passed through the factory area and reached the intersection, one of the men turned his head and saw Finn. Fear flashed in his eyes when their eyes met in mid-air, while Finn was a little embarrassed.He wanted to pretend he didn't see it, but another man also found him at this time.

Fein suddenly found that there was no hatred and anger in his eyes as he had expected, but a void, an endless void and a trace of ungraspable sadness in the depths.It was for their own sake, and in Finn's view, it seemed to be for him, for the sins he committed with his own hands in a daze.At that moment, the blue and white stripes surging around me seemed to turn into the boundless blue sky and sea, covered with white foam, and I was the prisoner in the jail, who could never escape this magnificent and luxurious shackle.

No matter under the axioms created by themselves or in the eyes of people outside this system, they are all guilty and should have received the punishment he should bear.

The doctrine of "salvation" exists in Christianity.Since he was a child, he was accustomed to hearing his family recite in Hebrew with the Bible and Gospel, and told him that this was the ultimate goal he was going to pursue in this life.Salvation, that is, the way Jesus Christ saves the world, is also a direct manifestation of "God loves the world", exchanging one's own blood and flesh for the "salvation" of human souls.

But how can a person like himself be favored by God.How could a god condescend to touch his body, which was covered in other people's blood and was shattered at the same time.

A sense of powerlessness welling up from his heart overwhelmed Finn.In the eyes of outsiders, he still has that expression that is obviously very delicate and handsome, but somewhat mechanical and inhuman.Almost insignificant, he nodded at the two men without being noticed by others, then turned his head, ignoring the momentary surprise in their eyes, and turned at the intersection with his companions in the opposite direction to the group of prisoners who were leaving work .

He thought of Noah's words again, every word seemed to be infused with alcohol, paralyzing himself.

For survival, that's all.