Soul to the Rhine

Chapter 125 Evacuation
The next day, Rosia packed up her things at home and rushed to the medical point, only to find that several non-commissioned officers in the ward were already awake, including the officer Major Adrian MacArthur in the corner.

Ilana was taking notes in front of the hospital bed, while Catherine was feeding MacArthur a bowl of porridge, one bite at a time. The scene was quite ambiguous.

"How are the wounds? Are they infected?" Rosia asked.

"No." Ilana shook her head, "This time the situation is good."

Several non-commissioned officers were leaning on the bed, talking and laughing, and seemed to be in a good state of mind.Rosia looked around, passed over MacArthur, and was about to turn around and go to the ward next door when she heard the joking sergeants talking about the battlefield.

"The Second Army withdrew, and they were actually dragged to the Western Front. Oh, if I had known I would have put myself under their control, so that I could get out of this hellish place."

"That's not bad for you. You can at least cultivate here for a while."

"makes sense."

Rosia turned around and walked out the door alone.Hitler's plan for the Kursk Battle in the Soviet Union was called Operation "Fortress". If the Second Army was withdrawn from the Soviet-German battlefield and transferred to the Western Front at this time, its purpose would only be to fight the Allied landings on the Italian Peninsula.

However, the United States and Britain have already landed in Sicily. If the German army goes there now, wouldn't it mean fighting with the American and British Allied Forces?

It seems that the United States and Britain treated German prisoners of war relatively well, and very few soldiers died in prisoner-of-war camps.On the contrary, the Soviet Union had a deep hatred for Germany. All German prisoners of war were imprisoned for more than ten years before returning. Many people were tortured to death in prisoner-of-war camps.

What if Heinrich could be transferred to the Western Front?Will the chance of survival be greater?

Her heartbeat involuntarily accelerated a little, and the thoughts in her mind became longer and longer, but when she thought that he belonged to the Fourth Armored Group, she couldn't help but despair.

Heinrich didn't know history and was arrogant. How could he have such foresight? Besides, she was still in the Soviet Union, so the possibility was almost completely gone.

For several days in a row, she could get some scraps of information from these recuperating non-commissioned officers. These fragmentary information may be of no use to others, but for her who knows the history, she can almost deduce what will happen next. .

And she knew that the Battle of Kursk would be over in another month at most.It would end with Germany's defeat, and then her and Heinrich's fate would also be decided.

Major MacArthur and her guess were correct. He was the son of a Wehrmacht lieutenant general, but he became an SS officer after joining the Hitler Youth.

Now on the battlefield, many sons of noble families have come out to fight, including even the eldest son of the German Foreign Minister Ribbentrop's family.But absolutely no one lived as leisurely as MacArthur.

Because he has a father who is a general who loves his son very much, he almost never actually goes to the battlefield. He always talks about war on paper in the command room.Even though I came out to "recuperate" this time, I still flirted and interacted with the little beauty Catherine, and my life was enjoyable.

Rosia didn't like to see him very much. Even though his concussion had healed and he could move his right hand, he pretended to be dying in front of Catherine and spoke glibly, a typical playboy type.

"The beautiful Dr. Luo is here again. Come on, get out of the way and let her check me out." As soon as MacArthur saw the figure at the door, he immediately told Ilana to go away. Rosia came in with a cold face, and when she saw his face, she I feel uncomfortable all over.

"I see that you are recovering well, so there is no need to check."

"No, my head hurts. I guess there's bleeding on the back of my head. Let me take a look." After saying that, this guy pretended to hold his forehead with his hand, looking like he was in terrible pain, as if he had been stabbed by a needle.

Rosia really wanted to leave, but after looking at his military rank, she resisted. She put her hands on the back of his head and clasped a part of his head: "Does it hurt here?"

MacArthur looked satisfied: "It hurts, but your hands are so beautiful."

Rosia's hand was heavy, and she slapped it directly, making a muffled sound: "It's time for your blood to be slapped back, take good care of it."

She pulled her hand away, but he grabbed her wrist.

"You're a woman here, it's cold to live alone at night, right?"

Rosia had long experience in dealing with him. She raised her hand and squeezed his wrist. The guy immediately threw away his hand with a whimper. She sneered at him pretending: "It's summer now, it's not cold at all."

MacArthur rubbed his wrists, with an aggrieved face, and looked at her with blinking eyes: "So how lonely is it to live alone? Have you ever considered having a boyfriend?"

Rosia continued to sneer: "Sorry, I'm already married."

MacArthur turned his head and glanced at her finger. It was bare and there was nothing on it. He continued to pester with obvious disbelief: "You can have a lover even if you are married!"

"Then you can go into heat here by yourself." Rosia didn't want to talk to him anymore, so she pulled back her hand and turned around to leave.

It was like this after every examination, and Rosia would be so angry that his lungs would grow bigger.He walked out the door with a cold face. The medical point was already at the outermost edge of the villa. There were several large military trucks parked not far away, which were used to carry German soldiers out to fight.

At this time, there were a few Soviet youths under the car getting in and out. Rosia walked over, and those Soviet youths waved their wrenches to greet her: "Doctor Luo!"

Rosia was still not very happy about what happened just now, so she nodded when she saw someone greet her, stood there for a while and went back when she saw that they were repairing the car.She had something on her mind, so she didn't pay attention to the surrounding area.

It was quiet until the evening. Rosia walked around the ward twice for the last time and was ready to go home after seeing that nothing serious happened.It's summer now. Wounds recover relatively quickly if they are not infected. It is estimated that such frequent inspections will not be needed in two days.

The medical point was a few minutes away from the house where she lived. The night wind was very cool, so she walked slower. Occasionally she would pull off a few leaves from the trees on both sides of the road and play with them.

When she was about to reach the door of her house, her steps suddenly stopped.

There are several coniferous pine trees planted opposite the house. I don’t know how many years they have been planted, but they have now grown into towering trees.At this time, a tall figure was standing under the tree, wearing a military uniform, with his head lowered and his back to the house, and his toes were grinding the pine needles under the tree bit by bit.

At that moment, Rosia's heart almost stopped. She held her breath and subconsciously took a few steps forward.The man under the tree also turned around at this time, and the two looked at each other. Rosia was the first to turn cold.

"What are you doing here?" She frowned and looked at the smiling person opposite.

MacArthur walked over in a few steps. He was smiling just now, but when he came forward, his face suddenly wrinkled, looking very painful: "I feel very uncomfortable, so I asked you to come and take a look at me."

Another trick, Rosia didn't even want to give him a cold look, turned around and left: "I'm already off work. If you have any questions, just go to Dr. Kafur."

"Don't leave yet." MacArthur took two steps at once and stood in front of her: "I felt even more uncomfortable when I saw him, so why don't you check him out for me! How about it, it'll be fine in a few minutes?"

Rosia has long been impatient with this way of getting along. Since he has come here today, he simply makes it clear once and for all: "Sir, I think you should be very clear about your condition. I don't understand that you are like this." What’s the reason that keeps bothering me, but I’m sorry, I’m really married.”

It was rare for her face to become calm instead of sneering, but MacArthur didn't feel happy at all. His eyes couldn't help but glance at her fingers again. Rosia noticed it and raised her hand directly: "I don't think there are only People who wear rings will get married, in fact, you should know that you can't keep any property here, and there are many married people in this villa who don't wear rings."

MacArthur's eyes were like a lake undergoing heavy rain, with circles of ripples on it.Rosia stared at his eyes and could better distinguish the difference between him and Heinrich. Although the color was the same, Heinrich's eyes were more like the frozen sea. Sometimes there were some deep holes. When he wanted to eat, it was like waves rolling up inside, unlike MacArthur, who was a pure person who had never experienced hardship at first glance.

She felt that what she had said was almost clear, so she took a deep breath, retracted her hand and left.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved, MacArthur had already grabbed her hand. He frowned for the first time in so many days and asked her: "Which company is that person in?"

Rosia also frowned and tried to pull back, but couldn't do anything: "How would I know? Don't you know better about the situation in your army?"

"What if he is already dead?" MacArthur held her hand, but looked at the medical station not far away, frowning: "There has been no news for so long, what if he is already dead, and you are still so insistent? ?”

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Rosia suddenly became angry, and angrily shook off his hand, and was about to point at his nose and curse a few words, but heard a loud and clear sound of emergency assembly behind him.

MacArthur frowned and walked in front of her, looking in the direction of the medical station.

Not far from the medical station is the temporary German military garrison. Strictly speaking, the garrison is not in this villa, but it is still close to it. The reason for the urgent gathering at this time is because the Soviets have attacked the hilltop in front of them again.

A month ago, Kharkov was attacked by the Germans for the third time. The Battle of Kursk broke out immediately. Now most of the Soviet troops have been pulled to the Kursk front. At this time, the famous Soviet troops are attacking the hill. of guerrillas.

During the war, guerrillas everywhere are like small insurgents who cannot be killed. They are small in number, have small targets, and are easy to move. Although they cannot cause large-scale attacks and losses to the enemy at once, they are like disturbing rats. Always causing trouble at critical moments.

But the guerrillas were also very unpopular in the eyes of the regular army. At this time, a large wave of German troops poured out from the garrison, everyone carrying weapons, and one by one boarded the large trucks parked not far from the medical station.

They rested for a long time, and their condition was relatively good now. They were still in high spirits before getting on the bus, ready to kill all the guerrillas.

Rosia didn't understand why her heartbeat suddenly became a little faster. She also took two steps forward, but saw that MacArthur's face had become very bad. He frowned tightly, without his usual playful smile, and looked ahead. There was still some confusion in his eyes, as if something was bothering him.

After being immersed in the battlefield for a long time, some intuitions will be particularly accurate when facing danger.

When a big explosion occurred in several large trucks, almost at the same time, Rosia held her head and was about to squat down, but MacArthur reacted faster and took her into his arms and rolled her into the woods behind him.

A huge noise erupted from the truck, and huge flames spewed out from the bottom. In an instant, the truck and the countless soldiers on the truck were submerged. No one nearby realized what happened, but they only saw the high-spirited people on the truck. The soldier, before he even had time to scream, was torn into pieces by the huge explosion. The broken flesh and body parts were thrown into the sky by the flames. It was like a rain of blood fell around him.

This scene was so tragic that even these soldiers who were used to seeing fighting on the battlefield were stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the burning truck and unable to react.At this time, MacArthur finally understood what he felt just now. He frowned and moved the wrist on Rosia's back, but he only felt a heartbreaking pain and it was broken again.

Rosia lay half-lying in the grass and understood why her heartbeat had become faster just now.

The scene from this morning suddenly flashed into her mind, where a few Soviet youths were repairing cars under a truck.She didn't even notice it at the time, but now that she thought about it, how could there be any completely healthy young people in this village? The men had long been drafted into the war.Moreover, those young men looked relatively unfamiliar. No wonder they greeted her so naturally and familiarly that she immediately relaxed her guard.

They hid under the truck openly and tied a bomb to the bottom of the car. They couldn't find anything unusual when it was parked there. Once the car started, the bomb was detonated and no one in the car could escape.

Rosia's thoughts were confused at this time, and she felt like she had walked into a trap, a big trap.

There are spies in this villa, or some of the villagers here are undercover agents.

MacArthur got up from the ground and was about to move forward when he saw countless stray bullets flying around him. He had to get down quickly.There were constant sounds of being hit on the tree poles overhead, and some branches were knocked down entirely.

It seems that things are different from the initial intelligence of the German army. If the people who attacked the mountain are true, then there is not just one guerrilla group, but two, or more.

They set up a trap on the car from the beginning. The people on the hilltop were responsible for attracting the attention of the German army, causing the German army to lose a large number of soldiers before they started taking action. Now they took advantage of the people being caught off guard and started attacking in the dark.Using the cover of night to strike first can achieve better results.

This sneak attack plan of using less to defeat more was simply brilliant. The German army was defeated because they lost their vigilance towards the people in this villa.Staying here for more than half a year, the Soviets were simple and honest, and their defenses were worn away little by little over time.Until now, I was hit in the head with a stick.

The German army's response was not slow. As soon as gunshots appeared in the surrounding area, the soldiers on the periphery of the station quickly set up their guns and swept in the direction of the bullets.After a while, the fire went out in the darkness.I don't know if it was hit or if it moved.

The number of German troops was not small, and they kept firing at the surrounding area. The roofs of many houses had been smashed, and the haystacks in front of some doors were scattered to the ground.Many civilians who had already eaten at home opened the door in doubt and horror, looking around.They are all acquaintances. Almost every Rosia knows each other.
All said hello.

And among these people, there are undercover agents.

Rosia didn't feel betrayed. She was not a soldier, and she didn't have the sense of responsibility and honor of the Germans. What's more, her soul came from the Far East, and she had nothing to do with this place.But now, she was extremely worried.

Worry about these people because, innocent or not, they will not escape a terrible revenge.

Revenge from the Germans.

The firefight ceased, and the Germans were outraged.Anyone who looks at the flesh and blood mutilations in that place, even if they are hostile, will feel unbearable, let alone their compatriots.

Soon, the German army quickly launched a manhunt, and they also realized that there were undercover agents or guerrillas lurking in the villa.The anger couldn't stop when they thought about a guerrilla bastard living under their noses.

The civilians in the entire villa were quickly driven out and gathered around several exploding trucks.Most of the people in this villa were Soviet women. When they saw the tragic situation on the ground, their faces turned pale and pale.Some even fainted on the spot.

The scene soon erupted with bursts of low sobbing, children's cries, and old people's prayers.

But these German soldiers were no longer as friendly as usual. They couldn't understand why people who had been with them for more than half a year suddenly became cold-blooded and ruthless in just a moment.They helped feed their horses and received tips from them. Sometimes, they even sat and ate together.

But everything has changed now. These soldiers drove them out of the house with a cold face, showing no mercy and unwilling to talk to them again.

It didn't take long for all these civilians to gather together. A group of soldiers kicked open the doors of the houses in the village one by one, walked in, rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and searched and inspected, even Rosia's house was no exception.

The village was said to be small but not much bigger. This group of people acted quickly and quickly turned the villa upside down.The result was as expected, nothing was found.

The person in charge of this station was an SS captain. He stood in front of the several trucks that had been burned into scrap metal with his hands behind his back. His face was cold and his eyes were flashing with flames.

After a long time, a kind of frightened silence gradually filled the crowd, and then he walked to the front step by step with his hands behind his back, beating the whip in his hand, like a magic sound hitting the hearts of these fearful people.

Although MacArthur is an SS major, he does not belong to this company and has no right to intervene in some order matters. At this moment, he and Rosia are watching behind the group.

The crowd trembled, and the SS captain finally spoke, his voice gloomy but with a hint of fatal elegance: "Today, we were attacked by Ivan. What you are standing under are our innocent sacrificed soldiers. You are stepping on them." Yes, it's their blood...Originally, this kind of thing should not happen. We have always been friendly to each other. But what happened today means that there are hateful guerrillas hidden among you people. I hope that he can be with us Before special measures are taken, just like what he did himself, stand up bravely, so that our friends can go back to rest as soon as possible."

When his voice fell, there was an uproar in the crowd. Many people's expressions were blank and panicked, and the children could not understand what he meant.Most of these people were old, young, women and children, and everyone was familiar with them. They had lived together for so long, and no one knew who the guerrillas were, so they could only look at each other helplessly.

After a while, the SS captain's patience ran out. He picked up a gun from the soldier next to him and pointed it at a Soviet girl in the crowd. With a "bang", the girl was not there yet. When he reacted, he was already lying in a pool of blood.

There were screams one after another, and Rosia took a step back involuntarily. MacArthur glanced at her, but turned back calmly.

Obviously, this approach is correct in his perception.

"Now, do you admit it yourself or tell who this person is, otherwise..." The SS captain did not continue, but everyone knew what he was going to say next, because the muzzle was right in everyone's face Wandering around, bullets will be fired at any time.

There were sobs, but still no one spoke.

The captain shot another one.

How familiar this scene is, Rosia's eyes are blood red, as if returning to the square in Warsaw, the day Henry died.

No one is willing to come forward, or they are too insistent, or they are all innocent, and the real guerrillas have already taken advantage of the chaos and escaped.But such considerations would never enter the captain's mind.

After he shot a few people, he put down the gun. Everyone looked at him in horror. They didn't think that things had changed, they just thought about what kind of horrible idea he had come up with.

As expected, the captain said something in the ear of a soldier. Behind him, a group of soldiers stood up with guns in their hands. They stood in a row and pointed their guns at the people in the first row of the crowd. Not even the children. exception.

"I say again, if this guerrilla who dares to do something he dares not to do is unwilling to stand up, then you will all pay with your lives for his stupid behavior."

Rosia trembled all over and subconsciously took a few steps back.Looking at the rows of civilians and familiar faces, a kind of fear appeared in her eyes.

He was going to be shot.

Kill them all!
There was a child in the first row who was only three years old. He didn't even recognize a gun. When he saw the thing pointed at his head, he took a step forward out of curiosity.

The mother holding the child's hand could hardly stand. She burst into tears and kept crying at the black muzzle of the gun.

"Bang bang bang!"

No one stood up, gunfire rang out, bullets were accurately delivered into the body, and a row of people fell to the ground.

The people in the back were all shrouded in fear of death. Among the people in the second row was Catherine. She was in tears at this moment, looking helplessly at the soldiers in front of her who were pointing guns at her indifferently. She called out the names of several people. They were people she had rescued and cared for, and they had all talked and laughed with her.

The soldier she called out showed a slight movement on his face, but the gun in his hand remained motionless, not even shaking his hand.

Catherine looked around helplessly, and finally cast her eyes on MacArthur. She said nothing, but her sad eyes and silent crying could break people's hearts.

She was not mistaken. The only person present who could save her was MacArthur. As long as he was willing to say a word, she could escape death and survive.

MacArthur looked at her quietly for a while, then suddenly stepped forward and took out the gun from the soldier who was pointing at her.

Catherine looked at him and let out a whimper: "MacArthur, I am innocent, we are all innocent, we don't know anything."

Everyone thought MacArthur was going to save her, even Rosia thought so, but they saw that he just raised his gun and fired a shot forward at lightning speed. With a bang, he didn't even think about it. Taking aim, Catherine had already fallen to the ground, with a bloody hole on her head.

Following his move, the soldiers next to him also moved, and a row of people fell down again.

The captain asked for the last time, but no one came forward. He was impatient with the rows of people killing people, so he just gathered people together and then fired a burst of fire.

The blood quickly covered the blood shed by the German soldiers before. The land in front of the medical station turned completely red, and a desperate death atmosphere filled the air here.

Rosia retreated step by step until she reached Elana's side, and the two were close together.

After this massacre, no life was left in the entire villa, and all of them died. Only the two women were left at the scene.

I thought this horrible night would be sleepless again, but I didn't expect that it was not over yet.

After the Germans massacred the entire people in the villa, not long after, another large-scale gun battle broke out in the village, and the original rear area instantly became the front line.

Only then did the German army discover that their sentries outside had been quietly killed, and the guerrillas attacking the hilltop had been replaced by Soviet troops far away in Kursk.

This series of circles within circles, traps within traps, the German army calculated to death, and even their remaining numbers were already in the hands of the Soviet army.They had no choice but to fight back for two hours, but were outnumbered and finally had no choice but to abandon the villa.

The two women Rosia and Elana, if they stay here, can only end in death.

Fortunately, the German army was very protective of their own people. They did not abandon them, but packed them into the team and retreated together.

MacArthur walked behind her, but there was no entanglement.Rosia thought that someone like him who had not been exposed to the battlefield would be uncomfortable with retreating at night, but she did not expect that he was unusually calm, as if this was his original life.

When she just walked out of the villa, Rosia subconsciously looked back at the empty place where she had lived for more than four months, but this time she turned pale.

I saw the corpse of a civilian hanging on each of the telephone poles on the roadside, with a sign around the corpse's neck.She couldn't read clearly what was written on it, but she already understood that it was a demonstration by the German army.

The night ahead is thick. Where will this battalion evacuate in a hurry?

　Two in one
　　
　
(End of this chapter)