Soul to the Rhine

Chapter 33 Shooting
Dill and the others had their arms tied behind their backs, six of them in a row, standing silently in the square.Opposite are countless gun muzzles.

Soon, another group of Poles was brought out and stood behind Dill's row. Rosia didn't recognize them, but she could easily guess that these were Polish rebels.

For Warsaw, for Poland, and for the entire nation, they used their blood to forge the pace of historical progress.

More and more rebels were brought to the square. Rosia could no longer distinguish the joy and sorrow from the faces of the soldiers who were executed. She also had no way of guessing how they felt with their hands full of blood on Christmas Day. Like these dying Poles.

There seemed to be a radio broadcast outside. Rosia opened the door and walked out in a daze. The sound of the radio immediately became clear.The announcer spoke very fast in German, but the meaning was very clear. These rebels would be shot on Christmas Day and go to meet God with their blood.

The repeated broadcasts were like bad news in spring, spreading rapidly in the main district of Warsaw, and more and more Polish civilians came to Orle Square.

Like black ribbons, they surround the entire square.

A German officer stood on the roof of a military vehicle with a loudspeaker and shouted to the resisters who were about to be shot: "I will give you one last chance to name the mastermind of the sneak attack."

Everyone was silent.

They used their last dignity to resist the Nazi coercion, and silence spread like a bomb in the square.

"Very good. You have made your choice." The German officer seemed to have known the result for a long time. He pulled out his pistol from his waist.

The rebels in the front row quietly closed their eyes.

They are willing to stain the boots of the enemy with their own blood, so that they will never have peace in their nightmares.

The German officer standing on the military vehicle slowly raised his pistol, and a strange arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh!"

A figure fell down with the sound of gunfire, and a heart-rending cry suddenly broke out from the crowd: "Brother!"

The rebels opened their eyes and sadly discovered that the target of the German officers was not them at all, but the Polish civilians standing outside the square.Compared to dying yourself, watching innocent people die because of you, this kind of torture is simply easier to break down than the torture in prison.

"He gave you a new chance with his life, tell me."

The blood on the ground slowly began to spread around, deeply stinging the eyes of the resisters, but they still did not say anything.

"Bang!" There was another gunshot, and someone in the crowd fell down again, and some people could not bear it and cried.

The cry gradually spread in the square like an infection, surrounding the two fallen bodies.The rebels in the center of the square could no longer control their emotions and turned pale.Snow was falling in the sky, and the entire square was gradually covered with white mist.

"Well, it seems you are not as aware of current affairs as I thought, then..." He raised his gun again and aimed at a middle-aged man in the crowd.

Rosia covered her mouth tightly, she was afraid that she would scream next moment.

In this situation, she was left powerless. Facing the invaders and the innocent people, she could do nothing, couldn't help, and could only watch them die.

Every resister stared at the German officer with the most vicious eyes, as if they were knives dipped in poison, which made people's hearts run cold.

The German officer didn't seem to feel any discomfort. Instead, he looked at them with interest, his expression eager to try, as if he was expecting these resisters to make some move.

After a while, the rebels fell silent again, and the German officer put on a sneering smile, and then raised the horn in the other hand: "The great planner, since you have the courage to deal with the third Empire, why don't you take the initiative to stand up and save these poor people standing outside on a snowy day, what a cold day!"

Still no one made a sound, and the entire square seemed to have been suddenly equipped with a silencer, becoming eerily quiet.The German officer looked slightly startled and slowly narrowed his eyes.

Only then did Rosia realize that a burst of light music had replaced all the noise in the square. The music appeared very suddenly, giving people a very strong feeling. Each note jumped into it like an elf, and the heavy snow in the sky became The most beautiful accompaniment.

Everyone heard the music and turned towards the musical instrument store in a daze.

As soon as the music turned, the two streams of sound merged and rushed forward, like thousands of troops and horses, and the clear and bright music seemed to turn into a horn to charge into battle, blowing the anger in the heart, declaring the full anger, and tensely. Then it turned into pride, perseverance and strength, creating a spirit that will never fall.

Rosia listened, her eyes blurred, as if she saw a figure playing the piano in the fire, extremely desperate but powerful.

This is...Chopin! ?

Poland’s strongest spiritual pillar, Chopin!

A large part of Poland's long-lasting soul depends on this famous patriotic pianist, because his music came into the world's attention in later generations.In the war years, any comfort is not as good as a piece of Chopin's music.

Rosia didn't know much about Chopin. She had only listened to a few pieces by accident, and she couldn't even remember the names. Only when she heard this voice did she vaguely think of Chopin.

Playing Chopin at this time is not only a provocation, but also an indirect recognition.

The German officer squinted and looked towards Rosia, then an officer walked out from the other side of the military vehicle, said a few words to the man standing in the vehicle, and then walked towards the musical instrument store.

Rosia's heartbeat suddenly stopped. She stared closely at the officer's steps. She seemed to have thought of something and turned back to look into the store.

Henry was playing the piano inside, as if he didn't notice the scene outside. Rosia stared at his dancing fingers, and suddenly saw the loudspeaker connected to the piano.

Rosia's face suddenly turned pale. She wanted to rush over to stop her, but the officer had already walked up to her. He was the officer who captured her on the day of the sneak attack.

The officer gave Rosia a cold look, then entered the store, and then pulled Henry up from the stool, and the sound of the piano outside suddenly stopped.

Henry's expression was very calm, as if what he was about to face was not a violent storm, but something beautiful like flowing water on a small bridge.The officer put his gun to Henry's head, grabbed his collar with one hand and dragged him roughly out of the store.The old owner of the store had already put down his cello and looked at everything in front of him with a numb expression.

"Henry!" Rosia grabbed Henry's arm and burst into tears: "You are not the planner, why are you doing this? Did you know it a long time ago?"

"Sia, don't cry." Henry smiled helplessly: "Remember to buy the piano and give it to Pino. I tried it and the sound quality is very good."

Before he could finish his last sentence, he was pulled away by the officer, his voice dragged far away, snowflakes floated on his golden hair, and soon disappeared, but the ones on his sweater were like cotton.When Rosia remembered the scene, she was still dressed in cotton, but the path she took was completely different.

Henry was really calm and collected. Even though a gun was pressed against his head, he walked as if he was strolling.Rosia was convinced that he was not the mastermind. He was just trying to save the people in the square, and he just didn't want anyone to die anymore.

For this, all he could pay was his own life.

Rosia couldn't bear it anymore and cried bitterly.

Not only for the cruelty of war, but also for the ruthlessness of history, and especially for these tough Poles and kind-hearted Henry.

Henry was pulled to the center of the square and stood in front of the rebels. He calmly looked at the German officer.

"Oh, this is actually a Jew, it really is national hatred." The German officer looked at Henry sarcastically, "Perhaps you should think of your wife when you are planning how to attack us, you see how sad she is crying now. "

Henry stared straight ahead: "She is not my wife."

"Well, I hope so." The German officer did not insist. He spread his hands, got out of the car, opened the door and got in.The officer outside waved his hand, and immediately a row of soldiers pointed their guns at Henry.

Henry smiled at the row of black muzzles, still unbelievably calm.

"Poland will not perish as long as we live."

Bang bang bang gunfire sounded continuously, Henry fell slowly with an eternal smile on his face.

"Henry!"

Rosia's distant voice merged with the nearby voices of Dill and the others. She slumped on the ground, and the snow-paved ground was icy cold, making the previous wound ache.

The soldiers did not stop, but faced the resisters in the back row again. This was a Nazi demonstration and a deliberately created fate for the resisters.

Once the anger bursts, no coercion can stop the torrent. All the resisters roared loudly and made a final oath to the snowy sky: "As long as we have one breath left, Poland will not perish."

"Bang bang bang..."

Rows of people screamed out their final vows and fell down. All the civilians in the square hugged their heads and cried. Many women couldn't bear to see such a scene on Christmas and collapsed on the ground.

The snow was accumulating gradually, and the faces of the people on the ground could not be seen clearly. Rosia walked over slowly step by step.

The heavy snow is falling more and more fiercely, as if it wants to bury all the love and hate.

　I've been watching a lot of movies about war recently and found that the details in them are better than I thought, so I used the ones from the movies directly!World War II is a fixed journey. No matter how it is written, the process is the same, and it will inevitably be similar to what everyone has seen before.I would like to say that any similarities are purely coincidental. I will try my best to handle the details differently to make the war less heavy. If there are mistakes, you can point them out. I am not trying to leave a message! ^O^
　　
　
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