Dawn Redemption

Finn asked Noah for leave in advance to go back to the dormitory to prepare.Almost all six people returned to the dormitory, and Rolf quickly checked the guns of the three people for the last time.After finishing the check-up, we walked to the playing field together.

Although everyone was still chatting and laughing along the way, and teased each other as usual, but it was the final after all, and Fein still felt a little nervous.

Passing through the middle of two neat rows of gray and white barracks, the building suddenly came to an end, and it suddenly became clear.The lawn of the football field has been neatly planted, "Although there has been no football game for a long time." - Jonas muttered.

Not only that, even the goals were removed, and the field was bare.It was a chilly spring, and it was still a bit cool under the gentle breeze blowing.Coupled with the fact that there was no one in the originally open space, it made the scene look like a semi-finished monotonous oil painting with only the base color and no time to add light and shadow in the future.

"Fuck, it's early." Jonas glanced at his watch, "It's only 25:[-]. I said it's too late to go back and catch up on sleep." Even so, he took off his watch and handed it to Card kindness.According to his own words, the vibration and noise when the hands of the watch rotate will affect his aiming.

Marcus looked up and looked around.It was the time of work and labor, and there was not even a single person on the road on several sides, let alone the team of D Battalion. "Come on, let's count it as ours, just wait. Maybe it will come soon."

It will take a long time to go back to rest, so standing here and waiting should be the best choice for now.It only rained a few days ago, and it was as long as a long solo of a harp, and it also drew a dull rest for the cold that was finally withdrawn.It was rare to see a sunny day today, the platinum-like sun was hanging in the sky, shining brightly.

After standing for less than 10 minutes, Jonas couldn't help but said: "Do you think it's some kind of conspiracy? Physical exertion tactics?" Kahn took his watch out of his pocket, looked at it, and put it back: " No way, it made us come early, and there is still nearly half an hour before the game starts."

Jonas pouted, but said nothing.

The time passed by every minute and every second, which seemed extremely long.It was Marcus who couldn't stand up and walked to the sidelines first, and sat down on his butt regardless of his cleanliness, whistling without saying a word.Finn turned his head, squinted one eye, and looked for a sense of aiming at a dead tree in the distance.

Such a long wait was not bad, at least it eased the faint tension that had been entrenched in his heart before.

Just like this, for many years, no matter the big or small things, he would silently pre-plan in his heart, and he would feel a little uneasy. Therefore, most people around him would say that he is a thoughtful and cautious person.

Hearing such words, Jiang always secretly laughed at himself, isn't he impulsive enough in his life?When I was a child, I rushed out of the house and never went back. When I was serving in the army, I got lost in a car and got lost and strayed into the enemy group. I narrowly escaped death and made a military exploit. Then I came to Auschwitz because the hatred of the family spread to all Jews. , repeatedly pulled the trigger and fired bullets without thinking about the brain and without hesitation... So many times, in retrospect, the brain at that time was simply a decoration with no aesthetic value, and someone said he was cautious?

He shifted the weight of standing from his left foot to his right foot, and put his hands in his clothes pockets.The last time I was confused was because of my physical condition I had to confess to Noah, right?But after being with Noah, the whole person seems to be much more awake.

The man who pays attention to proportion in every sentence he says is the one who is truly cautious.Being at the core of a confidential mission, it should have been at every step, but it still runs everything with ease.

Maybe two people have been together for a long time, and they will really be infected by each other unconsciously.

"Hey, hey, lads!" a cry brought Fern out of his thoughts.I wondered why Friedrich would call them so kindly, but I never expected to turn my head and see the pile of meat from Camp D.The bright red plaid shirt made Finn react quickly, and stepped forward to meet the oncoming person.

Paul came briskly and hugged his "dear little baby".Fein obviously didn't expect him to come, and there was a hint of surprise on his expressionless face: "Didn't you go to other small villages to gather folk songs?"

"I heard that there is no competition here. I took some pictures and came here." Paul smiled, showing an excited expression, "Fortunately, I arrived before the start."

Several other people had never met Paul before, and they seemed a little wary when they saw strange faces. Marcus also stood up from the ground and patted the dust on his pants.Sensing this atmosphere, Fein walked back among them quickly: "Uh, I forgot to introduce. This is Mr. Paul Schneider, an old friend of Lieutenant Colonel Von Seifert," he paused, " Come today to help take some photos of the game, don't be nervous."

Then he turned to Paul and introduced the members of the team one by one.Fortunately, none of the people were particularly xenophobic, so they chatted together after a short exchange of pleasantries.

Now Finn was squeezed aside, he was not as talkative as those few people.He stood on the periphery of the circle, listening to their chat without saying a word, while looking up at the figure who would appear on the road at some time.

We waited until five past four, and even the chatter became impatient, and a group of people appeared at the end of the horizon. The leader was Sergeant Major Friedrich from Battalion D just by looking at the width.When the figure completely floated into his field of vision like a fish tide coming with the current, Fein's face changed suddenly, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gloom.

"What's going on?" Kahn quickly noticed Finn's ugly face and asked in a low voice.

Finn clenched his fists and wiped off the sweat from his palms on the hem of his clothes: "Damn, we're in trouble."

Hearing his words, everyone looked up one after another, their hearts sank at the same time.Behind a group of sergeants wearing the same military uniform as them, followed a group of people who seemed reasonable but shouldn't be here.

Even from a long distance, Finn seemed to be able to see the deep despair in those gray eyes.The light in the pupils was as broken as the ragged striped prison uniforms on their bodies.

"Big trouble." Finn repeated, took a deep breath, and walked into the center of the field facing his opponent's dark smile.

"Be safe, Mr. Lieutenant."

"You too." Fein's expression was calm and cold, and his whole body wrapped in a straight military uniform was like a precision machine running at high speed, with unpredictable aggression lurking.But his peripheral vision still couldn't help but glance at the group of Jews. Their hands were tied with thorny wires, and their bony wrists covered with only a layer of skin were covered with thick blood scabs.

He turned his head away, deliberately avoiding the fear on their faces, and held his words in his mind. "It's the finals, it seems that your interest," he looked down at his watch, "it's not high."

Friedrich sneered, and the flesh on his cheekbones shrugged and squeezed together.The sneer made Fein feel an indescribable disgust, and he knew that the other party had understood the accusation in his words.

"To give us some fun, we delayed a bit, sir, don't take offense." Friedrich said, "Our interest is no lower than yours, and as you said, since it is the final, who is interested in playing those bottles? Bottles and jars?"

Finn, who had already guessed seven or eight points, clenched his fists calmly when he heard what he said.Compared with those Jews who expected their end, they couldn't keep calm. Some tried to retreat, but were pushed back by other soldiers of D Battalion.

"That's great." Finn hooked the corners of his mouth and pretended to be smiling, his mind was running fast, "These people are..."

"Jews." Friedrich answered quickly, "We are under the jurisdiction of Battalion D." He bit these words very hard.

"Oh?" Fein raised his head, his blue eyes were like a calm but bottomless lake, "But in this case, what are you going to do with the lack of files?" "I'll let the people below handle everything." Okay. I'm not a little boy who plays games with my position."

Facing Finn's questioning, Friedrich appeared very calm.At the same time, Fein also realized that the mind of this man with well-developed limbs does not seem to be that simple.He underestimated the enemy.

And the rustling voices among the group of prisoners disturbed him even more.If a year ago, or even half a year ago, he saw that he was racking his brains to save the lives of a few Jews, he would definitely have the urge to slap him twice to wake himself up.

He really wanted to yell that you don't f*cking shake, I'm thinking of a way.

"It's interesting. But you know, it's against the rules." Finn tried to sound relaxed.Unexpectedly, Friedrich did not retreat at all, but stepped forward and stood face to face with him, less than a foot away.Finn didn't want to be in the face of that fleshy face, especially after seeing the two rows of smoke-yellow teeth after his mouth opened.

"It's not your turn to say this, Lieutenant Yannick," he said softly in a low voice, "after all, everyone has seen it."

Finn's body trembled uncontrollably!The fake smiling face of Friedrich in front of him seemed to really let out a ferocious laugh, tearing out the fragments scattered deep in his memory, dripping with blood.That face turned into corpses with distorted death features, and the blood gushing out from the bullet holes in his skull submerged him viscously.

Stop laughing and shut up!

He wanted to growl, but no sound came out.The laughter gradually became indifferent, without any emotion at all.It was as if a stuck gear was still being driven by the axis, scraping involuntarily, harsher and colder than metal.

He suddenly understood why the laughter couldn't be stopped.

Because it was clearly his own voice.

After the misty gunpowder smoke and pitch-black gun muzzles, before the shrill screams and shattered corpses.

No matter what, I can't escape, it's all my own voice, and it's all my own face.

Since, if you can't escape.

Finn slowly raised his head, looking back at the blond man who was laughing resolutely through Friedrich's face.

"It's all over... Now, I can stop you. I can."

he murmured under his breath.For a moment Friedrich was overwhelmed by his gaze.It is no longer the ruthless and ruthless as before, but it is like a dark cloud covering the sun, slowly suppressing it, making people suffocate.And those were clearly just a pair of clear light blue eyes.It almost made him lose his footing and back away.

"I dare to take on what happened in the past, do you dare?" Finn said clearly, "Since I dare, it's my turn to do it."

The corners of Friedrich's eyes faltered for a moment: "Why? The famous killer among us is going to become a Jewish sympathizer?"

"I don't sympathize with them." Fein's voice still lacked frustration, "I sympathize with those who have no capital but want to show off."

"Anyway, they are just a bunch of dirty things that are not as good as pigs and dogs! How to deal with it is up to my preference!" Friedrich couldn't hold back the original yin and yang tone in his tone, his voice became louder, and he raised his finger Looking at the front of Fein's chest, "Do you feel terrible after being promoted, and forget the glory of the empire when you can overwhelm others? It is your responsibility to destroy these bastards. Don't tell me you don't know. Who really put these Treat things as people?"

"You have gone too far!" Paul took a step forward filled with righteous indignation, and was glared at by Friedrich: "When will it be the turn of outsiders to intervene in Auschwitz, huh?"

Paul was so angry that he gritted his teeth. Rolf, who was standing beside him, stretched out his hand to pull him back, but Finn turned his head halfway, and said softly, "Okay, Paul, don't worry about it." Looking directly into Friedrich's eyes with a little evasion, "I have never forgotten the glory of the empire. If you want to dedicate the empire so much, I can help you write an application immediately and let you go to the Eastern Front within three days Go, for a soldier, there is nothing more glorious than dying in battle." He raised his hand and straightened the clothes that Friedrich had not touched, and the ribbon of the medal he had won on the French battlefield was hung neatly on the second buttonhole.Ribbon of the Iron Cross.

"It's not about hiding in the back and talking about the honor of the empire with the lives of unarmed people!"

His voice is not loud.But for a moment, only the lingering sound of Finn's words remained in the entire venue, echoing silently.

Finn's expression was very calm. No one would know that the shirt on his back was soaked with sweat, and it was all stuck to his skin, and it would feel cool when the breeze blew.

The moment the other party said "Jewish sympathizers," he felt a chill run down his spine.That feeling came back, the horror of living in the shadows, afraid of being discovered by others.

However, this is no longer the case.The inexplicable impulse that surged up from his heart allowed him to stand in front of others without fear.

Seeing Friedrich's shaken expression, Finn also breathed a sigh of relief.

This confrontation counts as his victory, right?Anyway, there will be a game later.

Friedrich suddenly raised his head, and glanced at the group of prisoners with a smirk: "But, I took these guys out today, and I never thought of putting them back! Besides, I've been with them a long time ago. The organizers have applied, and they have already approved!"

"Oh. Did I say I agreed?"