Soul to the Rhine

Chapter 29 Conspiracy
Rosia wanted to stand up quickly, but the young man on her back stretched out a hand to hold her head when she was dying. A bullet flew out and hit the young man's throat, and a stream of sticky blood spurted out. , splashed all over Rosia’s head and face.

Her vision was blurred, and it was all red. Rosia couldn't see the scene in the cafe at all, but the people behind her kept falling.

The blood kept flowing like she didn't want money, Rosia felt that she was going to go crazy in such a place, a huge invisible hand was holding her heart tightly all the time, as if she would want her at any time Life.

Death, fear!
It was like a net covering her head.

Gradually, the gunfire subsided, and Rosia pushed the dead young man away. The cafe was beyond recognition, with all the items in tatters and bullet holes everywhere.The sofa and the table were on fire.

Rosia didn't know if anyone was alive inside. These Poles were all dead.She resisted the urge to ignore the broken glass on her knees, stood up unsteadily, turned around and ran to the west.

There was a sound from behind, and someone yelled: "Stop!"

But Rosia didn't stop and was still running forward subconsciously.

"Oh!"

A bullet shot into the ground at Rosia's feet, and like a holding spell, Rosia stopped in place with her knees bent, breathing heavily, and slowly, raising her hands full of blood.

An officer ran up from behind, grabbed her arm, and put his gun to her temple.

Rosia's eyes happened to hit the medal on his chest, and the cold feeling instantly flowed into her blood with the harsh winter breath, stiffening, and spreading inch by inch on her legs.

"Say, who is it?"

Rosia felt like her teeth were chattering. She didn't know where she got the courage to run away just now. She just understood that she was so scared that she couldn't move at all. Even if she was allowed to leave at this moment, she would not be able to go back.

"Lo, Rosia Franti."

"I ask you who planned the sneak attack, you damn Polish dog! Say it quickly!" The pistol was pushed forward hard, and Rosia's temple was painfully painful. Tears instantly fell down. She shook her head desperately and said in German: "I don't know, I don't know..."

Perhaps it was her German that made the angry German officer calm down. He loosened his grip on the pistol a little. Then he glanced at the corpses on the ground in front of the cafe and fiercely dragged Rosia to the dozen or so officers who were still alive. middle.

The pain in her knees made Rosia wake up a little. She tried to calm herself down and stop her legs from shaking.But her teeth were still trembling disobediently, and even her breath was intermittent.

From the corner of her eye, Rosia glanced at the ruined cafe. There were still many corpses buried in the smoke. The situation of the SS was not much better. All the people gathering here were officers. Their value was much higher than that of ordinary soldiers. No matter how you calculate it, this sneak attack by the Poles was a success.

However, what is even more sad is that more innocent Polish civilians will bear the wrath of the Nazis, and Warsaw will further go to hell.

Rosia was taken away by German soldiers who came to the rescue later.

She didn't resist at all, and followed the German soldiers all the way straight. After arriving at the German military base in Warsaw, she was locked in a dark hut. The iron door was slammed shut, and there was only a trace of A faint light.

Rosia bent over and stood numbly behind the door for a while, then slowly walked towards the small corner with light.

Cold, thirst, blood, pain... everything in this cramped and dark place was paralyzing her spirit, making her feel like she was dead.

Rosia sat down against the wall and accidentally touched her knee with her hand. The sharp pain made her retract her hand immediately.

Many glass fragments have been embedded in the flesh, the blood on the surface has solidified, and the cold air makes the wound feel cold and painful.

Rosia stared blankly at her knees, and the scene in the cafe reappeared in her mind, with the flames of war burning and blood splattering, becoming a small microcosm of this war.

The body seemed to have been hollowed out, and it was difficult to even move a finger.Rosia's head rested on the cold wall, her tears sliding down little by little, stained with blood red color.At this moment, she wanted to go home so much and return to her original peaceful and peaceful life.

There had never been a moment when she wanted to go home so much.

……

After an unknown amount of time, when Rosia's body was about to stiffen into a corpse, the small iron door opened.Rosia looked up dumbly and saw a soldier.

"Hey, get up, I'll take you out."

The sunshine outside was very dazzling, and there were tall and tall soldiers everywhere. Rosia, covered in blood, walked among them in a very embarrassed manner, like a disastrous clown.

Walking out of the heavy iron gate, the soldier stopped.

"I can only send you here. Also, Lieutenant Eric asked me to tell you not to get involved in the Polish underground party next time."

The soldier looked at the dried blood all over Rosia's body and her lost look, and kindly reminded her: "As soon as Major Bolton was transferred to Warsaw, the Poles launched a despicable sneak attack. This is really shameless. Don't feel bad, Major Bolton." He was injured, so his adjutant should be angry, but fortunately he didn't shoot you."

The soldier himself spoke nonsense, and Rosia couldn't understand it at all, but she knew that this time she was released because Eric played a role in it, and the soldier mistook her for a German. He said a "friendly reminder".

Rosia nodded: "Thank you!"

The soldier waved his hands again and again: "Go back quickly."

The German military base in Warsaw was very far from the hospital. Although Rosia knew the way, if she had to walk all the way back, her legs would probably be useless before she even got to the hospital.

But this is an important place, and no one comes here easily, so she still has to walk on her own two legs.

Dusk is falling, and the curfew is about to begin at six o'clock. At this moment, the Jews have not been completely driven into the quarantine area, and the management on the streets is relatively strict.

Rosia looked at the shadow on the ground and felt like a stooped old lady in her 80s or [-]s. Looking at her body again, she felt like a low-quality robot with severe wear and tear and broken joints. Anyway, nothing could get better.

Step by step, she walked slowly. The pain in her legs made her give up the idea of ​​moving forward several times. She even thought of sleeping on the street.However, she didn't know whether it was because she was holding her breath in her heart, but she persisted all the way and walked for almost an hour and a half to reach Feig Street.

The sky has completely darkened, and a sneak attack with heavy casualties occurred on Feig Street today. Soldiers have already cordoned off the area, and there is no one on the street.The dim street lamps were shining overhead like will-o'-the-wisps, but Rosia no longer felt any fear.

Perhaps compared to stories of ghosts and ghosts, the hell-like scenes during the day are the scariest inner demons.

Slowly turning into the main street, Rosia was getting closer and closer to the hospital. Finally, she couldn't help asking herself, why did Dill do this?
After the battle during the day, she had clearly seen that this was a sneak attack on Nazi officers by the Polish underground party composed of students from the University of Warsaw.The news that Major Bolton was transferred to Warsaw and that most of the officers were gathering in a cafe must have been leaked to the Polish rebels by someone with an intention or a spy, so such an assassination was carefully planned.

But she was clearly implicated, this was an obvious conspiracy, someone wanted her dead!

Dill, dill.

Rosia recited this name silently in her heart. She didn't want to believe that it was Dier who wanted to kill her!
(End of this chapter)