the end of WWII

The little brown-haired girl was tightly huddled in her clothes, her big eyes were staring at the two people in front of her in fear, and she was holding a dirty rabbit doll in her hand.

Allen looked at her in surprise, his heart that was raised high slowly relaxed.He put the gun on his back, bent down, and tried to make a gentle expression, "Son, who are you? Why are you here?"

The little girl didn't say a word, she bit her lip tightly, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes.

"We won't hurt you, really." Allen raised his hands to her to show that he was unarmed, and then he glanced at his comrade, who also put the gun down.

"You...don't kill me?" the little girl asked in a trembling voice.

"How could we..." Alan couldn't say the word "kill" to the little girl, "We will never hurt you." He had no choice but to say.

"But you look a lot like them, Mom said, you...they'll kill us, let me avoid them."

"Who are 'they'?" Allen said doubtfully.

The girl shook her head with tears in her eyes, "I don't know either. They broke into our house with guns and took away everyone in the house. I was the only one hiding..."

"The SS," whispered the comrade-in-arms, "the SS specializes in Jews."

"We are different from them. We won't do anything to you." Allen said softly, "Wouldn't it be uncomfortable for you to hide in the closet? We have food, maybe you would like to eat some."

The little girl's eyes lit up, but she turned to look at Alan in fear.It wasn't until Allen and the two coaxed and lied that the little girl was willing to come out of the closet.The two let the little girl sit on the bed, distributed the military rations to her, and chatted with her at the same time.

"What's your name?"

"Rebecca." The little girl hugged her bunny, chewing beef jerky, her voice was indistinct.She must have been hungry for a long time, her face was pale and thin, and the arms and wrists of her two small hands were thin.

"How old?"

"Nine years old."

The two were chatting with the little girl, and it was night without knowing it. They also liked the little girl very much, and they scrambled to give her the best rations they had.Rebecca looked at the two soldiers who were vying for favor with her, the fear in her big eyes was gone, replaced by curiosity and joy.

The little girl wanted two people to accompany her to read books, so Allen went to the bookcase to get them.His eyes stayed on the crystal ball for a while before he started looking for children's books.This scene was seen by the little girl.

At night, the two let the little girl sleep on the bed while they slept on the sofa or on the ground.The little girl got up quietly in the dark. She went to the bookcase and took down the crystal ball. She knelt down beside Allen and put the crystal ball beside his head.

"Brother Ellen," she called softly, as if afraid to disturb someone, "my dad brought me this crystal ball from New York. I'm giving it to you. Thank you for washing my bobby today ( her bunny doll)."

Allen tried his best to discern the outline of the little girl in the dark, and was taken aback when he heard this.He gave a smile neither of them could see. "Thank you, Rebecca."

The little girl is also very happy to help others fulfill their wishes.She bounced back to the bed and fell asleep soundly.It was the first night in over a week that she was free from nightmares.

Dawn broke in the east, Allen and his comrades got up early, and the little girl was still asleep on the bed.The two discussed in low voices what to do with the little girl, they were reluctant to leave her behind.

"Take her to Second Lieutenant Schneider, he will have a solution." Allen said, "Maybe he can send her to someone nearby as an adopted daughter."

Comrades agree.After they prepared a bit, Allen and his comrades woke up the little girl and gave her some breakfast, and Allen took her downstairs to find Schneider.The little girl was inseparable from her cleaned bunny, and she didn't forget to take it with her before she left.

After knocking on the door, Schneider opened the door. He seemed to have gotten up early, and the second lieutenant uniform on his body had been tidied up.Seeing that it was Allen, he smiled at him, "Good morning."

"Good morning, sir." Allen greeted with a smile, "Can we go in?"

After getting permission, Allen took the little girl's hand and walked into Schneider's room.The little girl held Alan's hand tightly, looking around in fear and curiosity.

Allen explained the situation of the little girl to Schneider, and sent a request to find a family to settle down with the little girl.The little girl hugged the little rabbit, and looked at the adults ignorantly.

Schneider looked at them, with a look of embarrassment on his face, "I'm afraid it will be difficult, you know, the SS..."

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, interrupting their conversation.Schneider asked the other party to come in, and Allen turned around, only to see the door was opened, and an officer in SS uniform walked in.

Alan's heart skipped a beat the moment he saw the iconic "SS" collar patch on his collar, and a strong sense of foreboding hit him.

"what--!!!"

The little girl saw who was coming, and suddenly screamed, and hid behind Allen.

"Why is there a little girl here?" The SS officer walked in with a smile, and didn't seem to care too much, "Second Lieutenant Schneider, my officer asked me to come to you, and I have something to tell you."

Schneider nodded, and he glanced at Allen, with warning and worry in his eyes.Immediately he turned away, followed the officer to the desk, and the two began to talk.

Allen turned around and glanced at the little girl, and saw that her face was pale, with cold sweat on her forehead, and she was holding on to the corner of her clothes.He realized that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he took the little girl's hand and prepared to leave to make other plans.

The officer glanced at Allen for some reason, and suddenly said to him: "You, the soldier at the door, wait a moment."

Allen didn't dare to disobey the order, and turned around nervously, "Yes, sir."

The officer stared at the little girl beside him, and squinted his eyes, "Is the kid next to you a Jew?"

Allen looked down at the little girl, who also looked up at her, with fear and begging in his eyes.Allen suddenly found that he didn't know how to answer. He knew very well that the little girl was a Jew, but he always had a hunch that if he told the truth, there would be very unacceptable consequences—he had faintly sensed it.

"I'm asking you something, soldier." The officer's voice grew impatient.

Schneider also turned his gaze away. He looked at the officer and then at Allen, frowning tightly.

"I...I don't know." Allen held the girl's hand, feeling his heart beating hard, "But, I think maybe she isn't."

The officer narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl carefully.Suddenly he stepped towards Allen, "I always think she is a Jew," he turned his head, "Second Lieutenant, please wait for me."

Schneider's eyes were heavy, and he didn't answer.

Seeing him approaching, the girl screamed again, and crazily dodged behind Allen.However, the officer came striding over, grabbed the girl's arm like a pair of pliers, and pulled her to him for a better look.

The girl was terribly frightened, crying and shedding tears. She flapped her arms desperately, turned her head to Allen, and threw him a desperate plea for help.Alan still didn't understand many things in it, he just felt very sad, he bit his lower lip, holding back the tears in his red eyes.

He thought that the little girl would have a chance to hold his finger again.Perhaps she had just been snatched by an SS eccentric for a closer look, and perhaps the eccentric just wanted to see her fair, beautiful face, or her soft, curly hair, and nothing else.

"This is an authentic Jew." The officer said flatly.

Afterwards, he held the little girl's neck, pulled out the pistol smoothly from his waist, pressed it against the girl's temple and pulled the trigger.Allen's eyes widened at that moment, and he didn't know whether to rush forward or back away.

boom!

There was a gunshot, and the officer's indifferent face was splashed with blood. He frowned disgustedly, threw the girl's body on the floor, and then inserted the dick back into his waist.The officer's set of movements came down smoothly, not more than five seconds, as if he had done it many times.

In the end, Allen stood still, his pupils constricted to the extreme, reflecting the blood and corpses on the ground.He saw the little girl's bunny doll dropped on the floor, which he washed clean yesterday, but now it was stained with blood again.

"Okay, second lieutenant, let's continue." The officer left the door nonchalantly and walked towards Schneider.

Schneider looked over and met Alan's blank gaze. He gave the latter a worried look, but Alan didn't respond.

Two SS adjutants with the officer outside the door came in. One of them dragged the girl's body away, while the other found a rag in the room and bent over to wipe the blood off the floor.His hand accidentally touched the doll rabbit, so he grabbed it and threw it casually into the kitchen clutter.

After a while, the door returned to its original appearance, as if nothing happened just now.Alan stood there blankly. He couldn't believe that he had stood here holding a little girl 5 minutes ago.

Chapter 7

Allen walked out of the gate of the apartment with a gun on his back. The sky was cloudy gray, and the eagle was still moving around quietly in the sky, looking at the umbrella with cold eyes.

Allen walked out of the gate of the apartment with a gun on his back. The sky was cloudy gray, and the eagle was still there.