Soul to the Rhine

Chapter 66 For War

Heinrich's fever has gone down and he is in good physical condition, so there is basically no danger.

Rosia was kicked out two or three times in a row, her own face was worn out, and Heinrich no longer had the strength to chase her away.

The two sat together in desperation to eat the leftover food at noon. When Heinrich got up, he had eaten most of it, and the rest was not worth heating.

After finishing her stomach, Heinrich only glanced at her a few times before going back to the room to sleep.Rosia was so happy that he ignored her. It was too dark to go back, so she just found an empty room and moved in there.

The next day, Rosia woke up early, before it was dark, and she made some food by herself.I didn’t dare to call Heinrich, so I just put it on the table in the living room.

Fortunately, he didn't sleep in and got up quickly. After a night's rest, he seemed to have recovered well, at least his face was not that ugly.

Heinrich sat down at the table, glanced at Rosia, and reached for something to eat.

Rosia carefully looked at his face and saw nothing wrong: "Um, sir, you seem to be fine, so I'll be leaving soon?"

"Ah."

Rosia glanced at him again: "What was that sneak attack the day before yesterday..."

Heinrich put down his knife and fork and glared over: "Is this something you should ask?"

"..."

It turns out that she almost accidentally "knew too much".

"Well, your guns are still with me. I'll get them." She stood up quickly, walked to the room, rummaged through the medicine box, and found two guns.

She looked at the black pistol that she had collected from the soldier on the way, shook it twice in her hand, and took it out.

Heinrich didn't look at his own one, but raised his eyebrows and looked at the other one: "Where did this come from?"

Speaking of this, Rosia felt a little proud. She pushed both guns in front of him and said proudly, "I met someone who blocked the way on the way, and I handed it over."

Heinrich squinted: "Did you kill him?"

"Well, it's not!"

"Humph." With the signature voice, he picked it up and looked at it casually, pulled on the safety, clicked a few times, and threw it in front of her.

"Walter PPK, it's quite suitable. Just take it and use it."

"Huh?" She was dumbfounded.

Heinrich put away his own one on the table and gave a rare explanation: "This is a transforming gun used by senior officials and secret criminal investigators. It has small recoil and is also used by women. Keep it for self-defense. Save it." One day I accidentally got killed."

Is this a mockery?
Rosia's hand hesitated, remembering the scene the day before yesterday, and hesitated twice, but still took it.

Heinrich lowered his head and felt around on his body, found a bullet holster, and threw it to her: "Twenty-two rounds. Practice it yourself. Don't be unable to hit anyone accurately."

It's true that she couldn't hit someone accurately, but she also hit someone.Rosia curled her lips and put away the bullets.

"Well, um, thank you, I still have the gun, and those documents..."

Heinrich waved his hand in a completely familiar gesture.

"Don't cause any trouble for me and just stay in your hospital. I won't be able to help you all the time."

"I know, I know." Rosia immediately stood up and packed her medical kit, "I'm getting out of here!"

She moved quickly and quickly stuffed everything in, then rushed out of the door like the wind.

Although Heinrich saved her life and gave her things, instinctively, she still didn't want to be alone with him. It was just an accident yesterday, just to ensure his safety.

Now that the weather is getting colder and colder, many German troops have also withdrawn their troops and stationed in Paris. German soldiers can often be seen on the streets. In some hotels or at banquets, German officers can often be seen hugging French beauties. People from the upper class Life is still so corrupt and peaceful.

When I was on vacation again, it was already snowing in Paris, and the streets were white with the laughter of many children.

Pino wanted to go out to play, so Rosia wrapped the two of them tightly, took him for a walk in the fourth district, built a few snow horses, and carved some ice flowers on the window.

The two played all morning and went home for dinner at noon. She wanted to try knitting a scarf again, so she went out alone to buy yarn on the street next door.

Opposite the yarn shop was a coffee shop. It was just afternoon and there were not many or few people inside. She only glanced at it casually and then looked away again.

There is an obvious six-pointed star painted on the door of the yarn shop, which turns out to be a Jewish shop.

In winter, the demand for woolen yarn is great, there are many people inside, and the small shop is packed to the brim.She turned around and was thinking about whether to go to the cafe opposite and sit and wait for a while, when she heard a voice ringing in her ears.

"Sir, no, go a little to the right, it's here."

She looked back, and before she could see the figure clearly, she saw a German officer walking over blankly and brushing her shoulder. His cold breath brushed her cheeks, making her shiver from the cold.

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

A young officer behind the officer politely apologized to her and followed closely.

Normally when encountering this kind of situation, Rosia would definitely be able to avoid as far away as possible, but this time she was stunned for a moment, looked at the back in front of her, and subconsciously shouted: "Zo, Zobet?"

The officer stopped and turned around. It was really Zobet.

He tilted his head and suddenly smiled at Rosia, the sun was shining brightly: "Rosa? Long time no see!"

"Uh, yes, it's been a long time." Rosia thought he was a little weird, but she couldn't put it into words.

The young officer behind Zobet was a little nervous: "Captain, is this?"

"Ah, she's my friend, don't worry, Red." Zobet pointed across the street with a smile, and asked her: "By the way, can I buy you a cup of coffee?"

"...Okay." Can she refuse?

Zobet is still the same as before, with the appearance of a sunny boy, which makes people like him very much.On the other hand, the young officer behind him was very nervous and kept paying attention to Zobet's movements, staying close to him.

After entering the cafe, Zobet looked around and walked slowly to a corner. He helped Rosia pull out a chair very gentlemanly, and then turned to the young officer: "Red, you can go and sit next to me. Well, I don’t really want my friends to get nervous.”

Red hesitated, looked at him, then at Rosia, nodded, and went to sit in another corner.

"Life in Paris is so good," he chanted.

Rosia was silent for a moment, not knowing how to explain. Compared with soldiers fighting for their lives outside, life in Paris is certainly better, but in fact, it is not much better.

"Are you going to stay in Paris permanently?"

"No, I'm just following the commander to confer honors, and I'll leave soon." He shook his head.

"...Then, congratulations!"

"Xia, are you on vacation today? It seems that your work is usually quite strict." He asked again.

Rosia nodded: "Well, it was fine before, but there are quite a few patients this month."

Zobet seemed to have remembered something funny: "Speaking of this, when I was on the British border, there was a small hospital there. When I was injured, I made an emergency landing, so I pretended to be a British person for treatment. I was originally scheduled to go to I still have a long time, but maybe it’s because I’m too handsome, and those British nurses are actually vying to treat my injuries, haha, Sia, will this happen when your hospital has a lot of patients?”

"Ahem..." Rosia was a little embarrassed: "Maybe. Although I won't skip patients, generally speaking, those who are not handsome should be treated faster, and those who are handsome should be treated slowly."

"Haha!" Zobet smiled unkindly.

"Stop talking about me, what about you, do you have anything fun to do?"

"Well..." Zobet recalled: "That's a lot. When our team was on a mission, we once encountered the Italian Air Force over the UK. They were our friendly forces, but they were so stupid that they actually regarded the sandbank as a On the beach, the airborne troops were thrown into the sea. "

"..."The pig teammates are indeed pig teammates.

"Also, Fred was temporarily sent to Africa to assist the Italian army two months ago. At that time, there were very few British tanks, and there was almost no possibility of victory in charging the Italian anti-tank gun positions. As a result, the Italian army was less than 10 They surrendered within minutes. Their reason was that they had no crowbar to open the ammunition box, so they were forced to surrender. For this reason, Fred was so angry that he flew back directly. "

"..."Haha, what should I do if she seems to be laughing too?
Zobet shrugged: "I really don't understand why the head of state would form an alliance with a country with such low combat effectiveness. Is there really no army that can compete with us?"

Rosia suddenly felt that every German considered themselves superior, no matter what.

"However, the British are also really good." Zobet made a sudden turn, his voice lowered, and he stared at the steaming coffee cup in front of him. "We never took England and even lost a lot of brothers, including Fred."

Rosia was stunned.

His head slowly lowered, almost close to the cup: "That day, a mortar hit the tail of my plane. I parachuted down and found that I had landed in the British position. Fred also followed, and he Not far from me."

Rosia suddenly had a bad feeling.

"We hid in the jungle for a whole day. At night, when we were about to escape, I realized that I had lost something."

"I asked Fred to leave and go back to look for me, but he refused and insisted on following me. Finally, the British found us. When we were escaping, three grenades were thrown at us. He pushed me away, but he died inside."

Zobet's eyes were pointed directly at the hot coffee cup, and all the white heat poured into his eyes, but he felt nothing, unblinking, like a lifeless thing.

Rosia felt colder and colder, and the weird feeling when she first met him came back.

"Fred was my roommate in Berlin. At that time, he and I, Werner, Heinrich and Eric were the best friends. After leaving the military school, Eric and Heinrich After joining the party and Werner joining the Army, only Fred remained with me. We fought side by side in Warsaw, Mezières and Dunkirk, and later in London, except for his trip to Africa. That month, we fought side by side almost all the time."

"And he is a better pilot than me... I told him that I liked Bettina and wanted to let him be our witness when I retired from the army. I also told him that I was saved by Werner's sister when I was injured. "Yeah, that's a beautiful girl too. I want to wait for the battle to end and let him come to see you..." Zobet's voice became deeper and deeper, as if a boulder was pressing on the top of his head. He held his head and grabbed it. The broken hair beside the ear.

Rosia was a little afraid of such an atmosphere. She hesitantly stretched out her hand and waved it in front of him, but Zobet felt nothing.

"We have all been injured. Although we won, so many people died. Even you will be affected by the war. We just want to gain living space for Germany... But I don't know if what we gain can be more valuable than what we lost. Many times I dream about dying on the battlefield. What is the meaning of this war, to make the German people live a better life?" Zobet's expression was painful and confused, as if he was trapped in something that could not be solved. He was stubborn, but his blue eyes were still straight, making people feel an inexplicable chill.

An incredible guess appeared in Rosia's mind. She opened her eyes wide and looked closely at Zobet. She stretched out her hand again with slight trembling and waved it in front of him.

Zobet was still unaware, still staring straight ahead.

"Your...your eyes?" She was shocked.

Zobet was stunned for a moment, then slowly lost his expression in front of the coffee cup that was almost cold. After a long time, he smiled bitterly: "You discovered it."

"What, what's going on?"

Rosia was a little unbelievable. In her impression, Zobet had always been smiling, and his eyes could curve into the shape of a crescent when he smiled. Although he was a German soldier, it was difficult for people to feel disgusted. She even I have never been afraid of him, and I have no sense of fear when I receive his gift, and I almost regard him as a friend subconsciously.But now, it was hard for her to accept such a result.

Zobet smiled indifferently. His eyes were not bent, and he looked a little dull: "He is just blind."

"I was blind when I escaped from the British position. If it weren't for Fred, I might have died without losing just one pair of eyes." Zobet patted his left heart with one hand: "I'm here Wondering if I hadn’t gone back to pick things up, maybe Fred wouldn’t have died.”

Rosia took a sip of coffee, and hearing what he said, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in her lungs.

"No, probably not. Fred may still die, and so will I. We will fight for the Third Reich until the end." Zobet suddenly lowered his hand like an oath and whispered softly: "My honor is loyalty. .”

"..."

Rosia looked at his firm face again, and suddenly felt a strong sadness from the bottom of her heart.These German youths, who can even be called children in modern times, have to bear such heavy pressure in this era.

She had already felt Zobet's doubts about the war when he briefly lost control of his emotions. Even his comrades died because of him and his eyes went blind. He might have given up for a moment, but he soon returned. Overwhelmed by the so-called responsibilities that have been instilled by those in power, I once again strengthened my previous vows and beliefs.

Rosia suddenly discovered that those greedy people in power were so abominable. Just for their own selfish desires, they not only plunged the people of the world into trouble, but also sacrificed all the vitality of their own country, taking the bodies and blood of these young people who should have lived a peaceful life. Youth and heart were all buried in the war.

　After two days of fun, I’m going to start the main plot. Children’s shoes who like to throw themselves over will wait patiently~ Gaga~ Haha~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)