Dawn Redemption

Finn followed the reputation.No, he didn't need hope at all.When he heard the first syllable, he felt as if struck by lightning, and his expression froze for a second or two.

But no one will notice anymore, everyone's eyes turned to another direction almost at the same time.He couldn't say anything, just looked at the man who was slowly approaching.

His military uniform was ironed neatly, and his shiny military boots made a sharp sound when they hit the ground.Brown eyes that look lighter in the sun but are as elusive as ever.

Especially, when he has no facial expressions at all.

He walked past the group of Jewish prisoners as if passing a clump of bushes, and stopped beside Finn, facing Friedrich.

Even Finn was almost overwhelmed by his indescribable aura.At the same time, he also noticed that even though the man was standing less than half a meter away from him, and the complex patterns on his shoulder straps were clearly visible, he had never looked at him since he appeared.

"Sir, why are you here?" Friedrich's question that broke the silence was exactly what Fern wanted to ask.

"This question," Noah paused, "is like I asked why you are in your back garden. Let me think about it." He pressed his curled fingers to his lips, as if he was thinking hard, His lowered eyes quickly glanced at Friedrich's collar patch, "Friedrich of D Battalion... sergeant major?"

Friedrich gritted his teeth and replied, "Yes, sir."

"Then you should know that when you see me, you have to salute." Noah said calmly.

It was already obvious which side the chief was on.Although I don't know why, the teammates behind Finn felt a little relieved, staring at Friedrich's somewhat tense face.Friedrich also knew that such a scene was difficult to deal with, and he was always scorched by everyone's eyes, so he still raised his arms and put his feet together: "Long live, Hitler!"

Noah raised his hand casually, stared at his face and said: "I thought I came so late, the game started early. Well, Sergeant Major, tell me what's going on."

Friedrich dared not speak out, but could only hold back his emotions and said: "Sir, I think you must not be willing to be classified as a 'Jewish sympathizer'. Moreover, I think I have the power to deal with the prisoners in the camps under my jurisdiction."

"No, you didn't." After patiently listening to Friedrich, Noah quickly answered.

Seeing the other party's astonishment and no intention of refuting, Noah continued to write lightly: "As for 'sympathy', I think you made a mistake. Before I finish my work, I don't have the energy to do that kind of thing. But when it comes to work "" He slowed down his tone again, "I do have a copy of the labor quota issued by the leaders of the country. It is obvious that the people you selected still have labor value, and they belong to the labor force category here. They could have participated in the It’s too extravagant for the people who produced it to be used as targets by you. Besides, everyone will have a hard time if the targets are not met. Can I understand that you are causing trouble for me?”

He didn't turn his head, but just glanced at Fern briefly: "As for you, don't act like you came here on the first day after you've been here for so long. If you can't control it, don't interfere indiscriminately, so as not to be confused by people. Hat. I don't know who is going to get out at that time."

"Yes." Fein replied with his head bowed, his voice a little dry, "Sir."

Noah looked at Friedrich levelly, as if his awkward silence was justified.A corporal behind him managed to find the boss under the steps, and he leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Boss, those prisoners..."

"Take it home," Friedrich said stiffly. "No need." Noah waved his hand, "It's a competition, a few more people are fine."

"Yes, sir." The vein on Friedrich's forehead twitched.Marcus and Jonas leaned sideways, covering their mouths and almost laughing.Maybe it was because the sound was too loud accidentally, Noah turned his head and glanced at them.

Jonas wasn't sure if he smiled.With him turning back: "By the way, when I came, I bumped into the referee. I told him that I don't mind helping a little. So, we can start."

When the gunshots rang out one after another, someone realized that it was not a good idea to keep those Jews.Even though they had been untied and were sitting side by side, they still had a great sense of fear of the gunshots.

Rolf, who was watching the battle, frowned and glanced at Friedrich with disgust.At this time, he regained that somewhat smug expression.Although his little trick failed, it could be seen that the previous events had no effect on Finn.His condition was obviously not as good as during practice, and his hands trembled slightly when he took the gun out of the holster.He closed his eyes and took two deep breaths before adjusting, and then dialed the safety.

Everyone held their breath as he took aim.

After the first round, all six hit the target.But looking at Finn's forehead that was almost dripping with sweat.Several comrades watching the battle were sweating.Cheering for him aloud would affect his mood even more, so he had to pray as fast as he rapped in his heart.

But obviously, God does not favor people because of prayers.

Fein missed in the second round.The whistling bullets brushed past the side of a can, bringing it to the ground without leaving a bullet hole.

Almost no one can hit ten out of ten.But a miss in the second serve was almost tantamount to saying goodbye to victory.Under such psychological pressure, it is very difficult to ensure that the last eight rounds are hit or only one round is missed, not to mention that Fein's state has been greatly reduced.

"Damn it!" Marcus spit on the ground, and he seemed to be rushing forward to fight with all his opponents. Thanks to Rolf, he stopped him, held him with his arms, and whispered solemnly: "You idiot, you Calm down! Don't burden him anymore!"

Marcus became quieter for a moment, but it could be seen that everyone on this side was sullen.Noah memorized the grades.In fact, he didn't need to remember at all. Everyone knew it in their hearts. From the beginning of the game, his expression didn't change much, even when Finn's shot missed.He hadn't looked at Finn, and Finn hadn't looked at him.It seems that even the relationship between the referee and the players is not, and there is no relationship at all.

Marcus, who was full of anger, had already made a big taboo of shooting. In the third round, the bullet went out at an incredible angle.He took a sip, turned his head and said angrily in a low voice, "I want to shoot and kill a group of people on the other side."

Fortunately, there was a turning point later.Perhaps because of pride, in the next few rounds, Friedrich's two men each missed two shots, and he also missed one shot in the fifth round.His face was about to swell to the color of foie gras under the unabashed mocking gazes of several people.

"There is still a chance!" Marcus and Jonas clapped their hands together, just as Finn passed the fifth round.

In the eighth round, Jonas inevitably made a mistake.After stepping back, he sighed in annoyance, but his expression was not particularly sad.

In the ninth round, everyone was hit.

Tenth round.

Noah still stared intently at the row of jars on the wooden table in front of him, and raised his hand to indicate that it was time to start.

The breeze that had been blowing stopped at this moment.

Start with the D Battalion first, led by Captain Friedrich.The venue fell into a void-like silence, therefore, he stood still with his leather boots on the ground, opened the safety and loaded the bullet, and the sound of a series of movements could be clearly heard no matter how subtle.

"boom!"

Noah leaned over to take a look and shook his head.It is true that a good mental quality is required to take the lead in the last battle, and his shot did not miss very far, and it barely missed the edge of the caviar can.

Next came the two soldiers he led, both of which hit the target.But because he had lost two shots before, there was not much joy on his face.After all, judging from the overall score, each of them has only eight points, while the three on Fein's side are all nine points for the time being. Marcus was next after Battalion D shot.

"Fuck!" Jonas was next.

He stretched out his hand to pin the broken hair on his forehead behind his ears, and walked slowly to the center of the field.Pull out the gun like a cowboy in America, wrap it around your hand and hold it tight.This is not a deliberate show of skill, everyone on the same team knows that he has this habit, but in the eyes of his opponents, he is somewhat disdainful.

Load and raise the gun.Before aiming, he did a quick calculation.Even if that kid Marcus doesn't live up to his expectations, as long as one of him and Finn hits, the team will win the team, and the champion will be one of them.Otherwise, it will be dragged to overtime. Everyone has the same starting point, and the risk is even greater.

He moved his eyes away from the aiming baseline, first glanced at Noah who was expressionless, and then quickly looked at Finn to the side.He showed an extra restraint that he didn't usually have, as if he was overwhelmed.Maybe others won't find out, but he, Jonas, knows it all too well.

OK.that's all.

Jonas thought to himself, withdrew his gaze, and smiled slyly.

"boom!"

"Ah, death, death! How is it possible! I don't believe it! How could I miss it! Ah, I'm suffocated, I'm in shock, I'm going to faint." Jonas rolled his eyes and collapsed, being held by Marcus Grab it.

"Come on." Marcus whispered when Finn brushed shoulders with him and walked onto the field. "Yeah." Finn nodded slightly.

Walk to the place where everyone is staring, and step on the soft grassy ground.He squinted his eyes, took stock of the row of jars and regained his normal vision.He stared at the target, reached to his side to take out the gun, and raised his hand until the aiming baseline was fixed in the center of the field of vision.

He took a deep breath.At that moment, my mind went blank, and I even forgot the existence of that man.

And this is the moment when the bullet is ejected.

The wind howled.

Finn turned around and looked at his teammates with blank expressions on their faces.

They looked at each other for about five seconds, and everything was silent.

Then, five people gathered around like crazy, and in a sudden burst of uproar, they held Finn's two arms and two legs and lifted him up——

"I knew it! I knew it!" Jonas carefully protected his head from the fall, "Our team won! Finn is the champion!"

Fern was tossed and caught, his hat fell off and his hair was disheveled, but he didn't mind a rare smile.He was put on the ground, and everyone rushed up to hug him tightly.Such a rare moment, this is a moment that only belongs to him.He no longer wanted to care about Friedrich's stinky face, and he didn't want to care about whether the Jews still stayed on the sidelines honestly, letting the air in his lungs be squeezed out by over-enthusiastic teammates, and they didn't listen to a word in his ears. Unclear noise.

When everyone dispersed, the smile on his face slowly disappeared.It wasn't until the man clapped his hands and walked in front of him that he realized that his facial muscles would convulse even to maintain a normal expression.

"Congratulations, Lieutenant Finyanick, and your team members. You are all excellent." He smiled and held out his hand to Finn. Finn hesitated for a moment, as if deciding whether to run away, but in the end Reach out and hold.As he expected, after letting go of both hands, Noah still shook hands with Rolf and others beside him with that formulaic smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Commander." Hearing Rolf's voice, Finn recovered from his trance, and realized that the people from D Battalion also surrounded Noah's call, and stood reluctantly behind them. around.

"I declare—although it doesn't seem necessary—that the winners are Lieutenant Fern Yannick and his first team. As for the prizes, I will not award them. Everyone can disband on the spot—Excuse me, Mr. Sergeant Major, put the Take it back with your people, otherwise you will miss the roll call."

"Yes, sir." Friedrich looked like he was going to eat his own teeth raw.

"Let's go, celebration banquet!" Marcus waved his fist excitedly.Only Jonas remembered something, anxiously looking for Fern in a crowd of people.

Sure enough, when all the people were ecstatic or sighing and cursing, while no one was paying attention to him, Finn turned his head unabashedly, looking at the back of the commander leaving alone with lonely eyes.

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Crab and Crab, readers, little angels~ This is the end of the third act~ Bow to everyone

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Act.4