Soul to the Rhine

Chapter 81
In Warsaw, no one dared to board the death train to Auschwitz, but when you actually arrived in the town of Auschwitz, you would find that the train station platform was filled with trains from all over Europe.

As if in a movie, Rosia saw countless Jews getting out of their cars and forming a long queue under the guard of Nazi soldiers and wolf dogs.

Such a scene meant that she didn't have to worry about finding the location of the concentration camp.

These Jews, old and young, came down from different carriages and soon filled the entire platform. Some young children held their mothers' hands tightly and looked at the unfamiliar place with fear.

Outside the car were Nazi soldiers, each holding a ferocious wolfdog. The muzzle of the submachine gun in his hand was always aimed at everyone who got out of the car. Behind him, an officer was shouting: "Quiet, quiet! The man is standing beside me." On the left, women stand on the right, and those over 60 years old stand on the left of the woman.”

Many of these Jews had families. The wives and husbands did not want to be separated, and they protested loudly. As a result, some Nazi soldiers would rush up and give the men butts, forcing them to stand in different teams.

Soon there was a chaos near the platform, and all kinds of noises, noises, and cries covered the officer's voice.He shouted twice more, but only a few people in front stood in line as required.Rosia stood on the outside, separated from the Jews by a wire. From her perspective, she could clearly see the officer's expression change instantly.

Her heart skipped a beat, but before she could figure out why, she saw the officer taking out his pistol and pointing it at a woman in the crowd.

With a "bang", blood splashed everywhere, and the figure fell to the ground.

In fact, it was getting dark now. She didn't see where the woman was beaten at all. She only saw the people around her with blood spots all over their bodies and dull expressions. Dead silence came like a tide. The platform that was noisy just now was silent for an instant. silent.

The officer withdrew his gun expressionlessly, looked around, and continued to shout what he had just said. These Jews were frightened and no longer dared to resist like before. Even if they were unwilling, they could only line up honestly.

Three long queues soon appeared on the platform. The officer said something to the soldiers next to him. With a wave of his hand, soldiers immediately took the children away from their mothers.

"No, let go, where are you taking my child?" A Jewish mother hugged half of her child tightly.

"Just let them go first and pick the best barracks." The soldier replied impatiently.

"No, my child wants to be with me, you can't take him away."

"Let go."

The two sides started arguing, and soon there was crying again. Several children struggled from the soldiers' hands and ran outside the platform without anyone noticing.The waist-high wire was useless. The children just lowered their heads and ran out. The soldiers behind them immediately chased after them with shouts.

Rosia was still standing relatively far away, and no one would notice her at all. Unexpectedly, one of the children with sharp eyes saw her position at a glance, and ran towards her with open legs.

The platform began to be commotion again, with all kinds of incomprehensible and incomprehensible languages ​​mixed together. Rosia's mind was still covered, but the child had already run behind her and hid in the ropeway.

The soldier quickly caught up and caught the boy in the ropeway without any effort. When he turned around, he stopped again and said with a serious expression: "Madam, what are you looking at here?"

Rosia had never expected to encounter such a scene in the next car. She was a little at a loss for a moment, and happened to meet the Jewish boy's brown eyes again. The color was the same as Pino's eyes, and she was instantly stuck. She hesitated and said Speechless.

"Are you a spy for the Polish remnant party?" the soldier shouted again.

"No, no, no, I'm from Paris," Rosia waved her hands quickly and said in German: "I just got off the car, it just happened..."

She didn't look like a spy. The soldier looked at her carefully and said, "Paris? Are you a member of the Red Cross who will come to the concentration camp to do health work this time? So, where is your work permit?" "

Rosia was a little confused, but subconsciously took out her work ID and Red Cross card.

The soldier took it and looked through it one by one. In this short time, she had barely figured out what was going on.

It was estimated that someone from the Red Cross would come over to do some work during this period, and then the soldier regarded her as a staff member of the Red Cross. Although, although she was indeed a Red Cross worker, he really didn’t expect that... things would turn out What a coincidence, so lucky!

After the soldier checked that everything was correct, his expression improved a lot. He raised his hand and pointed at a large truck not far away: "You came too late. There is no truck to go to. You can wait there first."

"Oh, okay." Rosia had never expected to take a car. It would be great if she could drive Route [-] safely.She never thought that she would be connected with the concentration camp in this way. She didn't know what kind of bad luck she had today.

She turned around and walked quickly towards the truck, wanting to get away from this place of right and wrong as soon as possible. After walking a few steps, she heard the soldier shouting from behind:

"and many more."

After a pause, Rosia turned around and said with a smile, "What's the matter, sir?"

The soldier looked at her suspiciously: "Didn't the Red Cross say five people were coming this time? Why are you the only one?"

"Ah, the head nurse just asked me to come over and take a look. They will be here soon."

"So, they brought the second batch of supplies you promised to donate?" the soldier asked again.

Rosia nodded: "Yes."

The soldier snorted, believed her words, and warned: "Madam, I advise you not to take your leader's orders too seriously. The concentration camp is not for you to look at casually. If it weren't for this batch of supplies, I believe the captain wouldn't I will agree to your terms."

Rosia didn't know what he was talking about, so he could only respond again: "Yes, I understand."

The soldier snorted again, put away his gun, and walked away with the little boy by the back collar.Rosia clearly saw the boy turning back, his big eyes looking at her through the soldier's arms.

Her little eyes are so similar to Pino's. Normally, she might have softened her heart and done something irrational, but now she can't protect herself. She's not the protagonist of the Virgin, so she really doesn't have the ability to help others.

The truck was parked on the roadside in the distance. When Rosia walked there, she could barely hear the sounds from the other side of the platform, but the lights and figures could still be seen.

There was no one in the truck, but two soldiers stood beside the truck. After questioning her, they asked her to wait here.

Not long after, batches of Jews were brought over. This truck was for female Jews. Rosia was alone and did not have that much power to have someone send her another truck, so she could only ride with these Jews. together.

But there were too many Jews, so she kept giving up her seat to the new ones. Little by little, the crowd soon became so crowded that she couldn't breathe. The tight air made everyone around her involuntarily open their mouths and take a deep breath. Dirty air makes people feel more uncomfortable and suffocated.

After a while, Rosia was so squeezed that she couldn't move and was stuck on the outside. Apart from barely being able to breathe some fresh air, she was almost turned into a human bun.

At this moment, she really wanted to get out of the car, she would rather drive all the way there.

A short while later, just when Rosia was about to faint, there was a sudden knock on the carriage wall, and a soldier's voice came from outside: "Lady from the Paris Red Cross, please get out of the car. .”

The car was quiet for a moment, and Rosia raised her hand with difficulty: "Please give way."

The crowd only gave way a little bit, and she wanted to push left and right, only to realize that these people had really tried their best, and the flesh on their bodies was twisted.As he squeezed past, he bumped into some arms, legs and heads sticking out from nowhere.

When she finally got out of the car, fresh air poured into her lungs like crazy, causing her to hold her throat and cough wildly.

The soldier outside the car was the one who had been standing here before. He looked at Rosia's face that was red from coughing with sympathy, and said apologetically: "Sorry, ma'am, I didn't expect that there would be so many female Jews this time. Now, you can Get in the passenger seat, it won't be so crowded there."

His attitude was considered very good. Although Rosia had inexplicably committed a crime, she did not dare to be angry with the German soldiers, so she could only nod and thank her.

The soldier, holding his gun, turned and went to their car.

There was a German driver sitting in the truck. His face was full of beard, but it was neatly repaired and he looked quite rugged and serious.When Rosia came up, he started the car and followed the police car in front.

The large truck was swaying and moving very slowly. Rosia thought about the crowds in the car and felt that it was a miracle that the truck could move at all. According to the load-bearing standards of the truck, it was completely overweight.

The train station seemed not far from the concentration camp, and the train stopped in about half an hour.

A huge building appeared in front of me, covering a large area, but compared to Warsaw, it was very simple and was only built in the past two years.

The perimeter of the building is surrounded by a wall several meters high. You can't see what's inside at all. The fence is covered with dense iron nets, and even a bird cannot fly in.

The soldiers guarding the outside of the concentration camp opened the door, and the car slowly drove inside.

The space inside was very large. Rosia opened her eyes wide. This was the first time she saw the structure inside the concentration camp, what this real hell looked like.

Not far from the driveway were several lawns. Several people in shabby white clothes were squatting on the ground, weeding quickly.The moment Rosia saw them, she couldn't believe they were real people.How can people in the world be so thin? Their thin bodies are really skinny. If they weren't wrapped in a few pieces of cloth, they would be no different from the real skeleton.

The first scene she just saw didn't dare to let her go deeper. She leaned on the car seat, her hands shaking uncontrollably.

The bearded driver looked forward expressionlessly, but he uttered a warning or a reminder: "You'd better be careful. Every move you make here may be a reminder."

Rosia turned to look at him in horror, but he had already opened the car door and got out.

The Jews on the van also came down one after another. They looked around blankly, and when they saw those skinny people on the lawn, they covered their mouths in disbelief. Some of them had red eyes and whimpered.

The soldiers in the front car came over, and without giving them any time to feel sad, they shouted loudly:

"Listen, everyone, move quickly. You still have a lot to do next. Don't bring any belongings or finances. After you are assigned to the barracks, you have to go for a physical examination. If you still want to eat today's dinner, move quickly. point."

A Jewish woman asked: "If we don't finish these things today, will we have food to eat?"

The soldier sneered: "You can go to the cesspit to find food."

Several soldiers behind him laughed, and the woman pursed her lips and lowered her head.The Jews in the back showed various expressions of indignation, but no one dared to stand up.

The person was quickly led away, and a soldier who was left walked to Rosia: "Madam, please come with me. I may lead you in your work from now on. You can call me Karl."

Rosia still couldn't digest what she saw in the concentration camp. She always had a sense of trance that she couldn't believe. She couldn't believe that she was in a huge hell cage. It seemed that every step she took, the people under her feet were Jews. of corpses.

The soldier named Karl was a handsome Germanic young man. He was not a field SS soldier. Maybe it was because he had never been on the battlefield. He did not have the strong murderous aura or the bloody smell unique to the concentration camp, which made Rosia feel a little better. Click.

Maybe he was just an ordinary concentration camp guard, she thought to herself.

"Madam, you came here a bit unexpectedly. There is no good room here for you to stay in. Now I can only arrange a smaller room for you, okay?"

Rosia waved her hands repeatedly, feeling very uncomfortable: "Anything is fine. I'm not picky about where I live, as long as I can sleep."

The young man smiled: "This is what we soldiers said. A beautiful and elegant lady cannot be treated like this. But at least I can rest assured that you will accept that small room."

Rosia laughed dryly.

There is a north-south avenue in the concentration camp, and a row of saplings are planted on the side. There are many houses on the road, and there are small black houses similar to Studorf’s. She doesn’t know what it is for, but it always appears in the concentration camp. None of them are good.

Soon, Karl took her to an empty area where there were several white villas and a row of small houses next to the villas.

"This is right here." Karl pointed out: "This is the residence of the military doctors and non-commissioned officers in the battalion. Your room is at the east end."

Rosia took a few glances and then looked away. She is not a Red Cross employee who actually came to work. Her only purpose is to find Pino, and it doesn't matter where she lives.

"What about here? Who is this officer?" She pointed to the villa.

Karl glanced: "It's Chief Elgar."

　This chapter was difficult to write. I couldn’t find information on whether female members of the Red Cross could work in concentration camps, but the rest is true. It is said that the Red Cross donated a large amount of supplies during World War II in exchange for the right to enter the concentration camps. They saved many Jews during that time, although they were eventually killed by the Nazis.

　　This heavy plot will not last long. It will end in two chapters and leave Poland——

　　
　
(End of this chapter)