[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

Look: "But he really doesn't smile much. I don't think I've ever seen him laugh."

Suddenly there was a violent knock on the door.

There was an instant silence at the low table.Folk and Helga looked at each other silently.Inger brushed her hair up impatiently, stood up and walked towards the door.Folk stood up hurriedly, straddled Goser's slender legs, and opened the door ahead of Inge.

"It's you." The young man standing at the door narrowed his eyes, "Hayo Foko."

The person who came was dressed in a pitch-black uniform, wearing a silver metal officer's cap with a slip edge, and had a red swastika armband on his left arm.

"It's you." Foco said dryly, "Ymir."

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"In the majestic capital of the empire, what kind of music are you playing?" the man snapped.He pushed Foco away and walked straight to the gramophone inside the house.Inge, who was standing behind Foco, froze in place, and quickly reached out to take off the officer's cap on his head.

The music stopped abruptly.The man took the vinyl record in his hand and walked towards the door.Two men in the same uniform were peering in by the door.

"I took this record with me." The man said without turning his head, "Stop playing such obscene music from now on!"

"Ymir!" Foko stepped forward to block him, then stepped back a little, hesitatingly said, "Ymir, this record was given to me by my father..."

The man looked at Foko and didn't speak.

"You know my parents are divorced," Folk said earnestly. "I rarely see my father. I promise I won't play it again. You keep the record."

"Business." The man stared at Foko and replied bluntly.

"Ymir!" Helga, who was originally sitting on the sofa chair, also stood up, hesitated for a moment, but did not come over, "Everyone is a classmate, so you can do it conveniently!"

"No!" The man turned around and replied.He then looked at Foko again: "I already knew that you have bad conduct and a loose style." He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Foco, "I came to stop you because of my old classmates! Otherwise, if you don’t care about trivial matters, who knows what you will become in the future? If you mess with me again, I will directly report today’s incident! As an officer of the National Defense Forces, you dare to hold an illegal assembly openly, you should know what the consequences will be!”

After he finished speaking, he pushed Foco away in front of him, turned around and walked quickly towards the door.

"lay down."

Ge Ze got up from the sofa at some point and was standing in the middle of the hall.He put his hands in his trouser pockets, facing the direction of the door.

The man's body froze.He turned around and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

"lay down."

Ge Ze repeated expressionlessly.He speaks clearly, slowly and firmly, and his deep sea-like eyes are fixed on the man, which makes people shudder.

"Horst," the man whispered incredulously, "you're hanging out with Haryo Foko."

Ge Ze didn't answer, just looked at him quietly without moving.

"It's not okay if you come here." The man shook his head. "This is a matter of principle. I didn't expect you to return to Berlin... It's been a long time since we saw each other. Why don't we pick a day to get together." He said, as if attracted Ge Ze stared at him with uncomfortable eyes, and hurriedly turned and fled to the door, "I still have to patrol, let's talk about it another day."

"Put it down!" Ge Ze shouted suddenly.All the voices in the room seemed to be cut off in an instant, and all eyes were focused on his hands.He had quickly drawn out his pistol, and the crisp sound of the safety bolt being pushed away echoed in the silence.

The man didn't know whether he was infected by the dead silence in the room, or he turned around stiffly after seeing the astonished expressions of the two companions in front of him.

Ge Ze held a black Luger pistol in his right hand, and suddenly took a step forward with his right foot.The man shuddered in shock.Ge Ze leaned towards the man, took a standard one-handed shooting posture, and said again to the man who was only a few steps away from him: "Put that record down."

His voice was still calm, like a stream that hadn't been disturbed for a long time.

"Horst," the man stared blankly at Goze, and said as if he had made up his mind, "You will be severely punished for such a serious violation of the rules."

"I don't care what it is," Ge Ze's mouth curled into a small smile, "If you don't put down this record today, it has nothing to do with you, and you won't even know."

The two people standing outside the door reached out to touch the guns around their waists at the same time, but Ge Ze stopped him: "Don't move!" He said, pointing the black muzzle of the gun in his right hand to the man's left chest, "Who dares to pull it out?" Gun, today your boss died because of you! Which one of you dares to take this responsibility?"

For a moment, both of them stood still at the door.

"Horst," the man seemed to muster up his courage again, glaring at Goser, "Don't think you are an SS, you can point a gun at the Gestapo at will!"

"Don't think you're the Gestapo," Goser said slowly, "your superiors will take your life seriously."

The man's face became even paler.

"Horst..." Foko watched the two confront each other, and Goser's gun was right in front of his eyes.

"Shut up!" Ge Ze stared at the man intently, interrupting Foko without changing his expression.He looked at the man in front of him, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and snorted coldly: "If you dare to report today's incident, your boss will only be blamed by you for being incompetent, and even the matter of confiscating a record will not go smoothly! The Nazi Party The principle of leadership is that the subordinates are incompetent and the superiors all sit together. You say, let your boss be so shameless, will he bear the responsibility for you and be blamed by the superiors, or will he quietly send you out of Prince Ebericht Street What happened to number eight?"

The man looked at Ge Ze, and suddenly had nothing to say.

"My friend from the same class in Bad Totz," Goeser said, "is Himmler's adjutant. If you want, you might as well give it a try and see whether your boss will stand up for you or my friend Can speak for me!"

The man's expression froze, his eyes were fixed on Goze, and he stretched out his arm with one hand and raised the vinyl record to Foko.Foco turned his head and glanced at Ge Ze, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to take it.The man backed up to the door step by step silently, turned around suddenly and ran out, and the door slammed shut behind him.

Ge Ze's hand holding the gun never moved.

The room was still dead silent.With the record in his hand, Foko looked at Goser and said softly, "Put it down. He's gone."

Ge Ze lowered his head slightly, and just said: "You don't appreciate it at all. I think I'm troublesome, so I caused you trouble?"

"I..." Folk said.However, his words didn't have the slightest confidence, just uttered a word, as if it had been blown away by the imperceptible undercurrent in the air.

Ge Ze turned his face sideways and looked at Foco coldly.

"Horst," Foco whispered, "put the gun down first."

Ge Ze slammed his right arm to the left and pointed his gun at Foko: "Why, are you scared?"

Inge lowered his voice and let out an exclamation, which immediately disappeared into the heavy air.

Foco was taken aback.However, his expression relaxed again.As if the glaciers were thawing, the uneasiness around him was gradually replaced by the ease and casualness of the past. He even showed a frivolous smile and said lightly, "Put the gun down, Horst."

"Unexpectedly, you always seem to have no scruples and dare to think and do, but you are a worthless person in your bones." Ge Ze sneered, but the hand holding the gun seemed to tremble slightly.

"Put it down." Foco still said flatly, "There's a lady here."

"Did I scare them," Goze said slowly, with a mean smile on the corner of his mouth, "Or did I scare you, Haryo?"

Folk didn't answer.Ge Ze stared at him motionlessly, and suddenly the smile on his face faded, and he said expressionlessly: "Hayo, until now, you also think that I might shoot you."

He straightened his arms, held the gun in his hand steadily, stood with his legs shoulder-width apart, and stood facing Foko. The crazy look in his eyes disappeared without a trace, replaced by a dead silence, as if Far from the depths of the last lighthouse.His eyes seemed to no longer stay on Foko, but pierced him indifferently, leaving nothing but emptiness.

"The only close friend I have in the world doesn't believe me," Geser whispered, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was monologue to the whole world, "What's the point of my life?"

Foucault stepped forward suddenly, faced Goser's gun, grabbed his forearm, and pressed down the arm holding the gun: "I'm afraid you will accidentally shoot the gun! I don't know your aiming position yet. How bad is it? Aren’t you the one who keeps throwing chalk ends at the teacher with me every time and drags you down?”

His voice was still low and relaxed, but there was a hint of anger in his voice.

Ge Ze suddenly laughed: "Don't forget who the person who accidentally hit me with the pass note in class! If your aim is not bad, I would not know you!" While speaking, his left hand holding the gun had obeyed The ground hung down, and the tense atmosphere just now disappeared in an instant.

"Sorry, I scared you." Fokker turned and said to Inger, who covered his mouth with one hand.

Helga laughed suddenly, and said, "You two are stubborn, and you sing and chorus to scare people when you get the chance."

Foko smiled noncommittally, and then begged for mercy under the fist of Yingge who jumped over: "Oh, my good sister, can I be wrong?"

"You two scared me to death!" Inge thumped Foko's shoulder relentlessly, "