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Schenk tried to lead us into the prisoner's car, but I headed straight for the passenger car.

Ernst and I searched from both ends of a passenger car to the middle.

These are SS recruits shipped to Nuremberg. They are all young and immature. When I check under the stools and the luggage racks, they all stand up and move out of the way, afraid that they are not doing enough or responding enough. Quickly.If I were in normal times, I would sigh in my heart for these blond children. They used their passion and blood in the wrong place. When their youth is gone, will they regret it?Will they resent?But today, I have no time to worry about these things, I only have one thought, to find Zhao as soon as possible.Zhao, where are you?

Ernst and I collided very quickly in the middle.No!

"How? I said no! Lieutenant, now it's up to you!"

"Wait, there's still this section." Before Shenk could speak, Ernst and I had already stepped into the dining car and another passenger car.

I checked from one end of the bus to the other, no!I didn't give up, I came back and checked again, still nothing!What's going on, has Schenk already done it?My back was chilled, my head was sweating, and the bright lights in the car pierced my eyes.

Just when I was feeling dizzy, I suddenly heard someone say: "Hey! You said the second lieutenant is true. It's fine to drag those horses at the back of the car, but put them in front."

"Isn't that placed in the back, close to us, and smells bad?"

"What does it stink? It's a horse, not a pig. He's the only one who has a lot to do. When we arrive in Nuremberg, we have to put down that carriage. We just need to unhook it, but now it's fine, and we have to go back and forth again."

"What's the fuss? When we arrived at Nuremberg Railway Station, the front of the train was supposed to be changed. The horse carriage is in the first section, so it's very convenient to put it down."

horse?Horse carriage?I suddenly remembered, and quickly took out the prisoner transfer plan that Ernst got.Yes, there are only five prisoner cars plus a dining car and a passenger car in the plan, but I just saw that there are six closed freight cars for prisoners.In fact, the first quarter was not for transporting prisoners, but for transporting horses.I looked at the two talking, and looked at the others, my God, although I didn't really know each other, I didn't speak or deal with them, but I can be sure that they are all guards in the concentration camp?Why am I so confused, blindly staring at the place where people can hide, I didn't see all the big living people around me.That is to say: in Munich it was a coach for recruits and a wagon for horses.

My heart almost jumped out of excitement.I jumped out of the car and ran towards the front of the car along the rails. When I met Ernst, I shouted, "It's a horse carriage! It must be there!"

The soldiers broke the chains and opened the doors to both sides.I couldn't wait for them to set up the gangplank, so I pressed my hands on the chest-high floor of the car, and suddenly felt a long, smooth thing in my left hand.

"Bring the lamp," I called.

After receiving the flashlight, I saw the Montblanc gold pen lying in the gap between the floor of the carriage and the chute of the door.

"Zhao is here! He has been here! He must still be here!" I exclaimed.Ecstasy, nervousness, fear, my voice changed, I trembled, my fingers trembled, and it took a lot of effort to pick out the pen.

The reflection on the black pen barrel is uneven, it seems to be stained, and it feels a little sticky, could it be...

I gripped the pen tightly, put it in my pocket, gritted my teeth, and jumped into the car.

There was no light in the carriage, and the light outside was too weak. I looked around with a flashlight, and almost immediately found the target: among the dozen or so army horses in the carriage, one was lying on the ground.

This is very unusual. The horse should be on high alert when the train is moving, stopping, and opening the door when the horse is in the carriage. How could it be possible to lie down?

I slapped the horse out of the way and headed straight for the corner where the horse was lying.

I got the horse up, let it go, and searched carefully where it had lain.Under the floor is the roadbed, which should not be able to hide people. It is impossible for one of the two walls to be a thin carriage body. In the end, there is only the wall panel that divides the carriage in two.

On the other side of this wall, I turned and looked, was a storage compartment.It was so full of unloaded saddles, feed-bags, buckets, and luggage that there was not even room to set foot.

I went back to the original corner of the wall and looked carefully at the wall panel. The wall panel was not completely airtight, there was a little gap, but it was dark behind it, and I couldn't see anything.I shone the flashlight in, but still couldn't see anything.I knocked on the wall, put my ears on it, and held my breath. I really heard it, it was the sound of breathing, it was the moaning in my throat...

Ernst and I removed all the contents of the cubicle until there was a box bench, and it was locked.I pried open the lock, turned up the stool... Zhao!

Although he was mentally prepared, his stomach twitched a few times when he saw the scene in front of him.Zhao was stuffed sideways in the box, his hands were tied behind his back, and his feet were also tied. Because the box was too small, he was curled up with his knees on his chest, but his head was lifted up in an unnatural position. , he should be able to lift his head up and compress the space occupied by the rest of his body, while his mouth is stuffed full, in order to prevent him from spitting out the things in his mouth, he also used The strips were tied tightly.

Akira was facing the wall, so I could only hear his breathing and his very slight moan just now.

With trembling hands, I untied the cloth strip tied around his mouth, and pulled out the stuff in his mouth.I wish I could see his reaction, but no.

The box was so small that it was difficult not to hurt him.I gritted my teeth, and together with Ernst, I carried him out.

A low moan and severe pain finally awakened Zhao's consciousness.

"Zhao!"

Zhao's mouth opened, but no sound came out, only the corners of his mouth hooked upwards.

"Zhao, are you okay?"

"Okay..." Zhao's voice was soft and vague, "Are you here?"

"You made the horse lie down?"

Zhao reluctantly moved his head.

"You are amazing, how did you do it?" Ernst said half admiringly, half jokingly.In fact, I am also curious, but not in a hurry.I know that Zhao has great horse training skills. Now that Zhao is free, we have plenty of time.