Soul to the Rhine

Chapter 118 Day
Rosia knew the outcome of this war early on. She had viewed Germany and these soldiers from a very pessimistic perspective from the beginning, so she had no feeling at all about the outcome. The only thing was that it confirmed the history in her mind. That's all.

Heinrich has fought so many battles and served as a commander. With his strategic vision, he has already seen the end of this war, but he is a member of the authorities. It is his motherland that is defeated and the country that is destroyed. It is inevitable for his comrades to feel uncomfortable.

As the weather warmed, his gunshot wounds gradually improved and he often ran outside.Leaving Rostov also required physical strength and food. During this period, they had to store supplies as much as possible.

Day after day, on February 2, the refugee camp suddenly became lively. From morning to night, everyone's face was beaming with joy. The Soviet troops stationed around seemed to have taken a holiday, and the area in the middle of the camp was A large space was cleared, tables were set up, and there were even some musical instruments.

Rosia ran out and asked Aunt Anglia, only to find out that today is Soviet Red Army Day. This tradition has been around since 14 to commemorate the victory of the war and the bravery of the Soviet army.

As evening approached, the entire refugee camp was brightly lit, and noisy singing and dancing could be heard outside.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Rosia opened the door and found the Soviet boy Kaif standing outside. He stretched out his hand to greet her with a bright smile: "Franci, there are many programs tonight, do you want to come out and watch?" ?”

In order to avoid being discovered by others, Rosia usually doesn't go out. She slumped her shoulders and looked embarrassed: "Really? This is really a good day, but my head seems to be hurting a bit, so it's not convenient to go ."

The smile on Kraft's face suddenly turned into regret, and he was still a little disappointed and helpless. He was about to say that he should let her rest at home, when he heard another loud voice coming from next to him. Aunt Anglia's voice was very penetrating. She floated into the house with great energy: "Oh, you young people like to hide in the house and don't come out to walk around. How can you not get a headache? Come out quickly Franti, I guarantee that you will finish dancing tonight." It'll be fine immediately after one dance."

Before Rosia could say her refusal, Aunt Anglia came up, grabbed her arm and pulled her out. She looked into the room and said, "Your husband doesn't go out to play either. Isn’t it? Isn’t his injury healed?”

As soon as he finished speaking, someone walked out of the room. Heinrich looked cold and difficult to get along with again, with the usual sarcasm on his lips. He only glanced at Kraft, and Kraft couldn't help but retreat. step.

"Let's go." He said, holding his hands behind his back, he took the lead and strode towards the center of the camp.

Aunt Anglia and Kraft looked at each other from behind. After a while, she stretched out her hand and quietly tugged on Rosia's sleeve: "Hey, why is your husband so scary?"

"...Uh, well, maybe he's hungry." Rosia said vaguely.

In fact, since she came to the refugee camp, she has gotten along quite well with many people, and more than one person has said this to her.These people generally mentioned Heinrich in the refugee camp. In addition to saying that he was good-looking, they also commented on him as scary, scary, and making people panic and want to run away.

Rosia thought about the days when she was particularly afraid of him, and suddenly felt that she was not too embarrassed. Anyway, she was not the only one who was afraid.

The space vacated in the camp is very large, and it seems to be for these people to dance carnivally. There are long rows of drum stands and other musical instruments on both sides. There are also butter cakes and milk on the tables in the middle. On the outermost edge is a large A bonfire surrounded the entire venue, which looked very grand.

In Rosia's vague impression, it seems that the dance of the Soviet nation is also very powerful, and it is very famous throughout Europe and Asia, but this is only limited to the impression. For a doctor, he is also immersed in the laboratory and In the herbarium, there is no time to learn these artistic things, so she has been sitting dryly since she arrived, watching other people dance around the fire holding hands.

Several tall, slender and good-looking Soviet women were wearing long cotton skirts and large knitted shawls. They danced in the field. Their charming looks and enchanting movements were very eye-catching, attracting everyone around them to stare at them and cheer loudly.

Today is indeed a very grand festival, and many soldiers who are not on duty also came over to celebrate.There were dozens of bottles of liquor on the table. After some people poured it out and drank a few glasses, they became enthusiastic. They got up and walked into the venue, holding hands with others and singing and dancing loudly.

Heinrich, like Rosia, was sitting alone in the corner, drinking in silence. Many girls glanced at him from the corners of their eyes, wanting to extend an invitation, but seeing his cold and noble face, they had no choice but to shrug and walk away. .

After about half an hour, everyone in the field became active, ran to the field, danced a lot, and then came back dripping with sweat.Although Rosia didn't jump in, it didn't stop her from enjoying it. As she looked at it, she burst out laughing at the interesting stories told by some soldiers on duty.

The firelight dancing around her reflected her face, and the constantly flashing light made her face hazy and bright, and her smile seemed to fly with the dance.Kraft was dancing in the field, and when he accidentally caught a glimpse of this smile, he couldn't help but feel a little stunned.After a few dance steps were accidentally distorted, he helplessly wiped the sweat from his forehead, let go of his companion's hand, and walked towards Rosia.

Heinrich was sitting not far from her. He had been holding a wine bottle and looking at Kraft all night. When he saw this kid coming over, he threw the almost empty wine bottle into the fire. Here, stand up.

The wine bottle made a muffled sound, and the alcohol exploded and burned in the fire. The entire fire suddenly lit up, illuminating his silhouette that was exceptionally long.

"Beautiful Franti, can I ask you to dance?" Kraft bent down in front of Rosia and extended his hand in a gentlemanly manner.

The smile on Rosia's face hadn't faded yet. Her eyes were full of fire, which was so bright against the black pupils that it was hard to open her eyes. She moved her lips and was about to speak, but she didn't want the other side to suddenly stretch out a With one hand, he pulled her up without saying a word. The force was so strong that she stumbled forward before losing her balance and ran into someone's arms.

Heinrich directly grabbed her hand with his other hand and put it on his shoulder. He put his hand around her waist and forced Rosia and Kraft to leave before they could react. Entered the dance floor in the venue.

"Do you like dancing?" Heinrich lowered his head and asked expressionlessly.

Rosia was still confused at the moment, and she couldn't understand why she was sitting on the ground listening to the soldiers telling stories just now, and why she came here to dance in the blink of an eye.

"...I can't dance."

"I see."

As an excellent officer, Heinrich also studied art in Berlin. Although he was a bitch like him and couldn't do art at all, he was still very good at dancing the waltz. He dragged Rosia around the field several times, Rosia, who turned around, became even more dizzy, then raised her head and raised her eyebrows at Kraft, who was stunned outside the court.

Everyone around him was dancing Soviet folk dances. He was the only one doing the banquet dance in the refugee camp. It was too high-profile. After shaking for a few more times, he stopped unhappily, with a sneer on his lips. Sweeping over coldly.

The others were shocked by what he saw, and immediately jumped into their own ways.

Rosia finally reacted at this moment. She took a few quick breaths to relieve her physical discomfort, then leaned against Heinrich's neck and whispered: "Why are you still like this here? It will arouse suspicion. "

Heinrich looked indifferent: "I'm leaving soon."

Rosia was surprised: "You got in touch?"

"Yes." Heinrich took her a few steps outside: "When the time comes, you will follow the medical team back to Smolinsk first, and then back to Minsk. If you have the chance, return to Paris as soon as possible."

"how about you?"

Heinrich didn't speak, with a calm and indifferent look on his face, but Rosia seemed to feel something. She stopped moving first and bit her lower lip, but her eyes were very calm: "You said you would survive. ."

Her face was facing the fire, and the flames burning high behind her illuminated all her emotions. There was his figure and the burning fire in the dark pupils, as if he was standing in the fire.Heinrich lowered his head slightly, saw her biting her lip, and suddenly remembered a scene that was interrupted last month.He glanced around with his ice-blue eyes, then stretched out his hand to slightly lift Rosia's face.

"you……"

He lowered his head and moved closer.

Rosia was startled and subconsciously stepped back, but was grabbed by his hand on the back of her waist and moved forward a little further.

There was still a faint smell of alcohol in his mouth, which came all the way through his mouth, making Rosia, who had never drank alcohol, feel dizzy. Looking at the bright moon in the dark night above, the firelight kept jumping around the corner of his eyes, as if the entire Everyone is drunk.There was a faint whistle in her ears, but she seemed to hear nothing and see nothing. She only felt her heart beating in her chest.

She didn't know how long it took, but Rosia felt that she was about to get drunk or suffocate to death.Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew up and hit her neck without a scarf, making her shiver all over. She couldn't help but itch her nose and sneeze.

"Ah!"

"..."

Heinrich was forced to let go.

After Red Army Day, Rosia caught a cold.

Not only did I have a cold, but I also had a cough and a fever. After one night, I was so feverish that I couldn't get out of bed the next day.

Heinrich, who had never taken care of anyone before, had no choice but to work as a nanny. However, he had no experience in taking care of people. There were no medicines in Rosia's medical kit. She relied on her body to resist. It's impossible to get through it.

The so-called illness came like a mountain. She had lived in Stalingrad in fear for such a long time, and she had to carry the injured Heinrich on her back to fight for her life in the vast snowfield. She was suffering for survival, and she was already exhausted. She had reached the critical point. .The fact that her body has persisted for so long is only due to inertia and the fact that she has always been in good health.This time, because of the cold wind at night, she felt like she was peeling off a cocoon because of this opportunity. The body that she had been holding on to finally couldn't hold on, and she fell down.

Heinrich went to the garrison medical point and asked for cold medicine and anti-fever medicine, but after Rosia took it, it still didn't work. The high fever still didn't go away. Those doctors were too high-minded and unwilling to condescend to come to the refugee camp to give a doctor. He couldn't use force to subdue the refugees when they were seeing a doctor, so they were at a loss for the moment.

As for the night of Red Army Day, he only remembered that Anglia dragged Rosia to participate in this boring festival before going out, and then Rosia became so ill that Heinrich met him when he went out. She has no face at all.

Three or four days passed, and the condition still showed little improvement. However, under Rosia's medical guidance, Heinrich followed the instructions and did not get worse. He just lay in bed coughing every day, or fell asleep.Of course, this was much better than when Heinrich was injured. At least she was still conscious and could occasionally chat with him when she was awake.

But the high fever could not continue like this. Two days later, Rosia's condition still did not improve. If it continued, she would be burned out. Heinrich looked at her with very worried eyes.

As a last resort, he had to ask Aunt Anglia for help. People of the older generation had explored a lot in the difficult life, and there were always some unorthodox but useful methods.

"This won't work. We've been burning for so long and there's not enough warm water. Use some vodka to wipe it!" Aunt Anglia took a wet towel, poured wine, wiped her neck and arms, and then put the towel into a warm water basin nearby. Inside, he said to Heinrich: "The doctors at the medical centers always don't care whether we live or die, and taking their medicine is of no use. There is an old Chinese doctor in the house in the far east. He is Chinese. In the past, we always went to see him when we got sick. He saw it, I’m going to ask him if he’s home now!”

Heinrich said nothing, just looking at the door, as if thinking about something, but he always looked like this, and Aunt Anglia didn't pay attention. He glanced at the bed, sighed, and walked out.

The weather got a little colder at night, and Rosia had a dream. She was so confused that she couldn't remember what it was about. When she woke up, she was already sweating. It was dark outside, and a dim light was on in the room.

She turned her head and looked aside. Heinrich was cooking something. He held a small black Walther ppk pistol in his hand, and the sound of "click, click" came to mind from time to time.

Rosia didn't have the strength to move, her throat was dry and she couldn't make a sound, so she could only tilt her head and look at his side face.

She thought of the sudden details on the night of Red Army Day. Something seemed to have changed between the two of them, but it seemed that nothing had changed.

She sighed in her heart. Rationally, she was unwilling to have any entanglement with this guy. Even half a year ago, she was scared to death when she saw him and wanted to stay away from him. But now, after more than two months of life and death, Dependent and mutually dependent, some bonds become longer and deeper, more complex and impossible to distinguish.

Maybe it has nothing to do with feelings, but it's not easy to separate.

(End of this chapter)