Soul to the Rhine

Chapter 84 Rebellion
In October 1941, Japanese fascism further expanded into Southeast Asia, and its policies seriously harmed the interests of Britain and the United States. The United States had to respond under such pressure.

However, Germany lost news in the Battle of Moscow, and the number of good news came less and less, gradually fading out of people's sight.

"Miss Rosia, what are you writing?"

Rosia raised her head and saw that Karl was already standing outside the door. She put her hand away and put away the newspapers and notebooks on the table.

"Nothing, why are you here? Is there something going on outside??"

Karl shook his head: "Several of your other colleagues arrived today and are now in Captain Elgar's living room. Aren't you going to meet them?"

Rosia froze and stopped in place, and the hand holding the notebook began to turn white.Things that she had been burying and ignoring all along surfaced, reminding her of that day's scene again.

As for whether the deal between the two has collapsed, she doesn't know, because Pino has not been released so far, and of course she has not been able to leave.

Karl still had a mission, so he just said something to her and left first.Rosia stood there for a while before regaining consciousness, stuffed the notebook into her bag, exited and closed the door.

Since he appeared again today, no matter what, it must be ended.

More than ten days ago, Elgaty's request made her so disgusting that she could not agree.But Elgar was also an indifferent person, and soon moved the child to the basement of the second camp.In the past ten days, she has learned that the so-called Second Camp is an extermination camp, with gas chambers, living laboratories, gallows, and various props that can kill people.Thirty-four thousand people died there every day, and the huge flames from the crematoria seemed to be burning her soul in her dreams.

Countless times she woke up from her dreams, and she seemed to hear Pino's cries, heartbreakingly begging her to save him. The torment every night made it difficult for her to feel at ease.

Many times she wanted to beat herself up. Damn it, if you can sleep without losing a piece of flesh, if you continue like this, you will die sooner or later. Everyone will die.

Rosia wrapped her clothes tightly and walked slowly on the withered road.The winter in Poland was very cold, and it was even colder in the concentration camp. There were not even rainproof barracks here, and her clothes could not survive the winter.Therefore, she was mentally prepared today, or in other words, prepared to face the worst outcome.

A few skeletal Jews, wearing only a piece of rag, were cleaning on the roadside. Their skinny limbs like firewood made people's hair stand on end.A long time ago, she would shed tears uncontrollably when seeing such a scene, or she couldn't bear to look at it.But now, after witnessing the crazy massacre in the Second Battalion, the most horrific scenes in the world had made her numb to everything here.

If there is a hell on earth, this is it.

If there really is a devil, everyone here is.

Including her.

Rosia slowly walked to the end, turned around and came back. She stood in front of the nightmarish villa for a minute before walking up with a heavy body.

The Jewish boy Zach died on this staircase. His bloodstains had long been wiped away, but Rosia still felt that the scene happened yesterday. Every step she took seemed to be stepping on the bones of countless Jews.As soon as I stepped onto the rooftop, the sound of music in the room was already flowing, gorgeous and cheerful, mixed with people's laughter.

The living room door was not closed, and Rosia saw the scene inside at a glance from the door.In the large living room, Elgar and another middle-aged officer with a mustache were talking about something. On the other side sat five medical staff wearing Red Cross armbands with forbearing expressions. In the center of the living room, a group of people were Dancing Jewish girl.

It seems that such a "banquet" is not suitable for her to appear.

Rosia was about to go down, but Elgar had already spotted her sharply, and the Jewish maid behind him came out with her head lowered and took her in.

"This one again?"

The woman who looked like the head nurse on the other side of the sofa frowned. She seemed to see that Rosia was not a Jew, but she couldn't tell what she was doing from her clothes.

Elgar pinched the cigarette in his hand, put it in the ashtray, and said casually: "Oh, this is your colleague, a doctor from the Fourth District Hospital in Paris. Currently..." He glanced at Rosia's tight body. His face and the corners of his mouth curved into a strange and cold arc: "We are doing health improvement work here."

His tone was both true and false, and no definite information could be heard.The head nurse opposite frowned and looked over, nodded to Rosia with difficulty, and then looked away.

Several Jewish girls in the field had been dancing for who knows how long before this. It was obvious that their thin bodies could no longer support such physical exhaustion. Their speed slowed down and their movements were no longer coordinated.

The middle-aged officer next to Elgar was wearing a gray-green military uniform. This was the first time Rosia had seen him. He didn't have a flying eagle or swastika on his chest, making it unclear which country he was from.

As he watched, the middle-aged officer suddenly patted the table beside him in dissatisfaction: "Jump, why can't you jump?"

The tape behind them kept playing music, and several Jewish girls were sweating profusely. They reluctantly cheered up and danced again, but it slowed down again soon.Rosia and several other medical staff responded to such an occasion with a forbearing attitude, and no one said a word.But Elgar on the side suddenly stretched out his hand and threw a glass ashtray on the table to the ground.

With a "pop" sound, the ashtray broke into pieces and glass shards were scattered everywhere. The girls immediately screamed and hid, and their feet were immediately stained with bright red blood.

The middle-aged officer laughed loudly and even clapped his hands: "Yes, that's how you jump." As he said that, he also imitated Elgar and picked up the cup on the table and smashed it to the ground. Several girls screamed and jumped even more violently. .

The head nurse couldn't bear it anymore, stood up quickly, and said seriously: "Sir, they will get sick if they do this."

The music in the living room made her serious voice faint, and she could only hear the middle-aged officer casually saying: "Then kill them."

Several girls trembled in fear.

The head nurse looked like she was going crazy: "Sir, we are here to perform humanitarian work. You have violated the Geneva Convention and violated legal standards. Even if they are arrested, they are entitled to the treatment stipulated in international law." .”

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged officer's expression immediately changed, while Elgar looked at the head nurse with interest.

Rosia could only mourn in silence in her heart.

It seemed that this immature head nurse had not really understood how Germany treats the Jews before she came here. The Geneva Convention had become ineffective after the war. How many countries still abide by it? She made it clear that she was Challenging the Germans' bottom line, or she has now forgotten that she is in a concentration camp.

The Red Cross has certain protected rights in all countries around the world. The Germans will naturally not kill her, but some of the rights and conveniences she wants are probably gone.

The middle-aged officer's face was serious, and he looked like he was about to be tempted to shoot and kill. The other medical staff who were still sitting had their hands trembling nervously.

Elgar watched for a while and saw that the two were still confronting each other, then said: "Then, I will leave this living room to you to discuss... humanitarian work."

He lit another cigarette, took two puffs, stood up, left the sofa, and entered a room. Rosia was considering whether to leave, but was patted on the shoulder by the Jewish maid.

The maid pointed to the room where Elgar had just entered.

Rosia instantly felt hot and embarrassed all over her body, as if she had been stabbed with a knife. Her whole body was indescribably uncomfortable.

No one noticed her, the medical staff were arguing with the middle-aged officer, and the loud music in the living room distracted everyone.

She paused for a moment, thinking about Pino who was still in the basement of the second camp, gritted her teeth, and went in.

Elgar was standing in front of the window smoking the remaining half of a cigarette. The cold air blew in from the window, blowing the curtains like waves. If this person was not Elgar, not this devil's skeleton team, Maybe the picture will be more beautiful.

"Click." The maid closed the door behind her, and they were the only ones left in the room.

Elgar didn't move until he smoked the entire cigarette and then placed it in the ashtray nearby.When Rosia saw this, he would think of the one he threw in the living room just now. He had to treat it lightly, but what he did was so horrifying.

From the bottom of her heart, even before she started, Rosia felt deeply afraid, more afraid than Heinrich, because there was almost no life in this man's eyes.

There was always an inexplicable curve at the corner of Elgar's mouth, making it difficult for people to understand what he was thinking. Rosia leaned against the cold door and her voice began to tremble: "When will you let him go?"

"Who, the Jewish kid?"

Rosia said nothing.

"Didn't you say you wanted to buy him?" Elgar came over funny, the sound of his long military boots walking on the floor was very crisp, and his tone was more like a cat teasing a mouse.

Rosia was anxious: "So, how much did you say?"

"Didn't you say that last time?" He leaned over, and the breath of his words was cold and cold on his neck. A hand suddenly placed on her back. Rosia felt like she had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and a feeling of fear quickly spread throughout her body.

She wanted to just go over there as stiff as a piece of wood, but found that she could concentrate better this way. She felt the cold hands on her body, and her nausea and panic became even stronger.

Elgar has a good appearance and is very handsome, but his actions and his devil-like character make it impossible to have any good impression of him.He stretched out a hand and slowly pulled Rosia's face. The cold fingers made her shiver and her body trembled.Cheeks touching each other were as cold as stone.

Suddenly, his arm led him to the corner of the bed.

The silver buttons on the black uniform shone with an icy cold light and were unbuttoned one by one. The white shirt he wore underneath revealed his delicate collarbones and fair skin.

The body then turned over.

"No!" Rosia couldn't bear it any longer and pushed him away. It was as if a string in her mind had broken and she had to hide aside subconsciously.The panic in her heart was overwhelming. She pushed the person away frantically and turned around to run away.

She was going crazy, and all the psychological construction she had done before was completely wiped out. The theory was one thing, and the reality was another. Even though she had accepted some ideas in modern times that life-saving was the most important, and rape was the most important thing to enjoy first, she could really experience it. Only to find that it is not that simple.It was a kind of fear from the heart, which made it impossible to calm down, and the whole soul seemed to be destroyed.She can guarantee that the person who said that must have never experienced what it feels like.

Elgar was caught off guard and pushed against the bedside table by her. His extremely sharp reaction as a soldier made him immediately reach out and press Rosia on the bed in a grabbing position.

"Go away, let me go."

Rosia's limbs struggled wildly. Her strength was not small, but she still couldn't match Elgar's strength.In her panic, she saw a terrifying whirlpool brewing in Elgar's blue eyes, as if a big storm was coming.

Elgar held down half of her body with one hand. He frowned and looked at her from above. He was about to open his mouth to say something, but an ashtray that came suddenly hit his forehead and made a "bang" sound. There was a muffled sound.

Rosia was stunned immediately. The ashtray fell from her hand and rolled to the ground.She had overreacted just now and had entered into uncontrollable self-resistance. The moment Elgar paused, she actually wanted to stop, but her hands no longer obeyed her.

A small amount of cigarette ash was scattered all over her, but she could clearly see blood oozing from Elgar's forehead below, and then his face really became as scary as a devil.

"Snapped!"

Rosia felt a sharp pain in her cheek, and her whole face was turned to one side. Her teeth were blunt, and a bloody smell spread in the corners of her mouth.

From the time she was born until now, in two lifetimes, she had tasted being slapped in the face for the first time, and her whole brain was confused.

Then she felt Elgar grab her collar and pull open a few buttons of her coat.

Maybe he had planned to let her go before, but now he was filled with anger, and his cold breath rushed over overwhelmingly.

Rosia was so frightened that she clutched her clothes tightly. Her upper body was completely suppressed and she could not move except for her hands.Elgar was as cold as anyone else, like a snake when she got close, leaving a shiver on her skin.

Rosia struggled again. She raised her right leg and desperately touched the pistol in her boot.

But Elgar's hands were so strong that they grabbed her neck, and the air was sucked away instantly. Rosia only had time to let out a muffled groan, and then she felt as if her throat had been strangled. Her trembling fingers finally I felt the handle of the gun.

He didn't want her to do anything.

He wants her dead.

Rosia stared wide-eyed, with protruding eyeballs, and her eyes were full of Elgar's fierce and crazy expression, as well as the pleasure of killing...and a bloodthirsty smile.

"boom!"

A shot went off.

She finally touched the gun. She had already pulled the safety before she came. The gun was pressed against Elgar's abdomen. He was caught off guard and his whole body twitched. He covered the bleeding part with one hand while the other quickly pulled it out. He took out the gun from his waist.

Rosia sat up desperately and rushed over. Elgar was knocked off the bed by her, and the gun in her hand hit the edge of the bed and flew out.

　I didn't want to add an update at first because I ran out of articles, but with my hand I went to check out the comments. When I saw Mu Xia's children's shoes looking cute and waiting for an update, my heart moved and I felt soft-hearted, so I posted it...

　　It’s been four days since the National Day extra update, and my piles of homework haven’t been touched at all, so I won’t be able to add extra updates starting tomorrow.For this article, I am writing official history, so I have to check a lot of information in each chapter, and the writing is very laborious. If I blindly draw pictures quickly, I cannot guarantee the quality.I don’t want to be unable to give you some things I want to express because of the large volume. As for the addition, all festivals will have additions, and there should be additions on weekends. This book is already half written, and it is almost over. I love you , ok~
　　
　
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