Soul to the Rhine

Chapter 85
"I'm sorry, I, I, I..." Rosia was suddenly incoherent, and even greater panic spread instantly.

Elgar had hit the back of his head on the floor, and despite the carpet and the gunshot wound, he was unconscious.

How to do?
Rosia was kneeling on the ground. There was a shocking pinch mark on her neck. Her throat was still burning, but she was completely covered.

Why did she do that just now? Why did she do that?
She wounded Elgar?
Rosia couldn't think at all. She couldn't remember what had just happened. She didn't know why such a change happened to what she had thought about before coming.

Elgar's abdomen was still bleeding, and Rosia subconsciously went to wrap it up with gauze on the bedside. Her hands were shaking like an old lady and she couldn't stop at all.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Lord Elgar, do you need to clean it up?"

Rosia was surrounded by a coldness.

……

"Go in."

There was no floor in the barracks, and it was all covered with dirt. The prisoners inside simply threw some straw and slept here.

Rosia hit the ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust.She was not the only one in the barracks. A middle-aged woman next to her heard the noise and immediately came over and knelt down to help her. She was a Jew.

"Poor child, how did you get in?" The woman patted the dirt on her body with a pitiful expression and touched her arm: "Why is it so cold? You don't wear too much. Are you sick?" Already?"

Rosia gently retracted her hand and just shook her head. Her arms and legs hurt from the fall, but she still couldn't escape from the nightmare just now.

There is a Jewish man behind the woman. This is not an ordinary barracks, but a place for detaining prisoners. Maybe the Germans will let them live for two more days if they are in a good mood. If they are in a bad mood, they can be pulled up and killed immediately.As for closing it first, it was only because the speed of the cremator could no longer keep up with the speed of killing people. Prisoners like them could be executed two days later.

"There is no medicine here either, just let her sleep for a while, maybe someone will bring water over later." The man seemed to be the husband of the Jewish woman, he was grinding an iron piece in the corner, making "sizzling" from time to time the sound of.

The Jewish woman touched her head again worriedly. She didn't have a fever, but it was very cold.

"Thank you, I'm fine." Rosia took her hand and moved her body weakly to the side.

"How can you come in at your age?" The Jewish woman continued to ask: "You should have children, you have to bear with everything, and the patience will pass. Maybe you can eat two more meals and live a few more days. What kind of suffering can last a lifetime? Sooner or later it will get better."

It's okay if she doesn't say it, but when she said it, Rosia's tears fell down.

The woman was startled and quickly sat down next to her. She reached out and patted her shoulder: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

The man who was sharpening the iron plate behind him couldn't stand it anymore: "Stop talking. Whoever comes in here has committed a crime. It's better to find her some water."

The woman immediately became silent and stretched out her hand to gently pat Rosia's shoulder. Rosia also knew that their life here was very painful and even drinking water was a problem, so she was unwilling to let them help too much.

It was evening, and sure enough, no one came over. The Jewish couple were used to being hungry, so they were worried that Rosia wouldn't be able to bear it. Fortunately, she could hold on, but she couldn't lift her spirits.

Until now, she was not particularly worried about Pino, because she had never told anyone except Elgar about the purpose of her coming to the concentration camp, and she did not tell Elgar who the child she wanted to buy was, from beginning to end. She was the only one in this case.

There are too many children imprisoned in the concentration camp. Not to mention that Elgar is still in a coma, even if he wakes up, it is impossible to kill them all.He also needed these children to contain the entire concentration camp Jewish population.

Although no one else should be affected for the time being, Rosia still couldn't rest assured. She couldn't figure out why she couldn't bear it. Looking back on the scene now, it was still shocking, but she just couldn't bear it. She couldn't bear to be such a person. It had nothing to do with it. Integrity and chastity may really be just a matter of one's concept. Just thinking about it makes her feel disgusted.

The night in the barracks was very difficult.

The weather was unbelievably cold. The roof of the barracks was just made of a few large wooden boards. Some of the gaps were wider than the palm of your hand. The wind kept blowing in at night, making it impossible to sleep.There was nothing else on the ground except two piles of straw.

The kind-hearted Jewish couple gave her a little of the straw under their bodies, but it did nothing to keep her warm.Rosia felt the coldness of a person again after walking alone at night.

When he woke up the next day, the Jewish man was sharpening iron pieces again, while the Jewish woman was already knitting something. It was wool removed from her old shawl. Judging from the shape, it seemed to be knitting gloves.

"You're awake!" The woman raised her head and smiled at her: "There is porridge next to it. Take a sip first. You will definitely not get used to it when you come here for the first time. Don't get sick again."

Rosia lowered her head and saw that there was indeed a bowl next to the straw. The so-called porridge was just how many grains of rice were put in the water. You could clearly count them one by one.She picked it up and took a sip. It was already cold.Cold water flowed into the throat, bringing out a series of stinging pains.

Rosia stretched out her hand and touched her neck, feeling that the deep purple mark must still be there. She subconsciously looked up at the woman. The Jewish woman's expression was very kind. Like most Jews, she was very kind, which made people want to cry.

Rosia lowered her head and looked around. There were only two bowls in the whole room, and she understood that the porridge she was drinking was left for her by this kind-hearted Jewish woman.Thinking about it, she was a murderer. Although Elgar did not die, he was the person in charge of the entire concentration camp. Such an identity was enough for her to die ten thousand times. How could he still give her water?

Rosia drank half the bowl and then put it down. She moved her body. Except for the slight pain in her feet and neck, and her face being swollen, she didn't feel much else.But she no longer dared to think about her future.

When she couldn't sleep last night, she also thought about whether someone would come to save her. As a time-travelling clan, would she die so worthlessly?
She recalled in her mind what Dean Fritz once said:

Only then did I forget the indescribable fatigue and burnout, as well as the incredible, mediocre and boring life.

Think back to your previous life and this life, and compare them to understand which one is mediocrity.

She lives in fear of the future here every day. During the war, she longs for peace and is afraid of losing her life.But she would also be involved, treating wounded soldiers, and her daily workload would be four to five times that of modern times, sometimes even eight or ten times.But it is undeniable that those days are really fulfilling and make people feel that there is something to do and that the world needs you.

And in times of peace, sometimes she also wonders why the war hasn't come yet, and if it passes sooner, she also plans for the future earlier.Usually, she didn't dare to think too far, just like now, she never thought that one day, she would die in a concentration camp for murder.

Rosia leaned against the wall of the barracks and carefully recalled the years when the Jews were massacred.

If there was no accident, she might not survive that time.The war ended in 1945, and there had to be a turning point in the middle. Then in 1943, Germany should have shown signs of defeat.If we push forward a little further, the massacre should occur in the second half of 1942 at the earliest.

There is still some time before now. If Pino can survive until then, Werner should go home after the war. Maybe he will have a way to save people.

Rosia went back and forth, thought about it many times, and finally let go.She was a little dizzy and leaned against the wall and slowly fell asleep again.

Vaguely, she seemed to see her previous life, going to work on time every day, getting off work on time, staying up late at night playing on the computer, going shopping on weekends, day after day, year after year... Slowly, she became what she is now. He shuttled back and forth in the flames of war, treated wounded soldiers, charged into battle, and was at the forefront...

Finally, she heard Heinrich's voice——

"Is Birkenau built?"

"Yes, not long after it was built, we tried 'Zyklon B' again."

"What's the effect?"

"It's very good. It's designed like a bathroom, so there are a lot of vents. It can kill 15 people in about 600 minutes."

"Hmph, Elgar is quite powerful. These are your business and I have nothing to do with them. What about others?"

"Master Elgar was attacked yesterday and is still in a coma. Dr. Joseph just took out the bullet yesterday. It seems that the wound is a little infected."

The conversation continued in a trance, but when Rosia heard the familiar "hum" sound, her body trembled instinctively and she still woke up.

Her arms were full of straw she had grabbed while sleeping. Now she woke up and found that her body was cold, especially her hands and feet. The blood circulation was not smooth, and she was almost numb and unable to move.

The Jewish woman was still knitting, and turned around and asked her, "Have you had a nightmare?"

Rosia shook her head: "No."

She always felt that the scene in her dream was very real, but it certainly couldn't be true that she was still in the barracks.

The Jewish woman pushed the straw around her closer, and the straw still carried her body temperature, making it warm.Rosia was silent for a moment, then stood up and walked to a small window at the entrance of the barracks.

This is a small barracks for prisoners, and the windows can only be opened for people to show one face, and it is absolutely impossible to escape.

Rosia originally just stood up to take a look casually, but she didn't expect that an SS officer and a Skeleton Corps non-commissioned officer walked right in front of the barracks.

The SS officer faced the sun, his face seemed to be plated with gold, and a few strands of platinum hair fell from his hat. From Rosia's angle, he could see his ice-blue eyes and pointed chin. There was an all-too-familiar look of arrogance, a dust-free expression on Zhang's face, and the usual sarcastic corner of his mouth.

Rosia was stunned immediately.

Heinrich!

It’s really Heinrich!
Why is he here?
Heinrich was walking this way. He was wearing a black leather coat, with an inverted triangle figure perfectly displayed. He had leather gloves on his hands and a gun on his waist. He was dressed differently from Elgar. After a while, Rosia looked at it and suddenly became frightened. She quickly retracted her head, but hit the wooden board with a "thud" sound.

The Jewish woman quickly dropped what she was holding and ran over: "Let me see if you hit the nail."

The movement here alerted the two officers who came here. Heinrich raised his chin and glanced over casually like an aristocrat.

When he met Rosia's gaze, a look of disbelief suddenly appeared in his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost, and his footsteps stopped.

The non-commissioned officer beside him immediately asked, "What's the matter with you, sir?"

Heinrich squinted his eyes and glanced at the barracks again. At that time, no one could be seen there. He stood there with an inexplicable expression for a while, then waved his hand: "It's okay, let's go."

"Poor kid, don't be careful. There are nails on the boards here, you can see they are broken..."

Rosia scratched her hair and smiled awkwardly. She looked through the small window again. There was no one outside. The scene she just encountered was like an illusion.

Is Heinrich really here?
If you think about it more carefully, the field SS is also part of the SS. It is normal for him to come to the concentration camp. Moreover, Ya is still a staunch anti-Semite.

After Rosia figured it out, the surprise, surprise, excitement, and other messy emotions she felt when seeing an acquaintance disappeared.The ultimate reason was that she couldn't be sure that Heinrich would save her.If the person who comes is Werner, the answer is yes, but this bastard man who has always disliked him, Rosia wonders if he will ask for an advance after learning that Elga was shot and injured by her. Execute her.

There were no disinfection tools in the barracks, not even clean water or cloth. The Jewish women were afraid that she would be infected, and they did not dare to treat her wounds directly with their hands. Fortunately, it was only a little bloodshot, and it was not serious.It's just that there are cold bacteria on the nails, and no one can say whether they will be infected in the end.

The day passed quickly.

The next day, no one brought food or water to Rosia. The Jewish couple received so little food that she was too embarrassed to share it.

After a difficult morning, Rosia began to feel a headache, and the punctured area yesterday felt a little suppurative. Nowhere in this concentration camp was clean. She had been living a life worse than death for the past two days, so the wound naturally became worse. Treat her well.

Two days without water and rice, coupled with the suffering and torture during this period, are enough to make people who are used to a comfortable life become haggard.After the wound, she started to catch a cold. She had no water to drink or water to wash her hands and face. Soon, she felt that just a small cold might kill her.

In the afternoon, she began to feel sleepy. The Jewish woman was extremely anxious, but there was nothing she could do.

In a daze, she heard the sound of the barracks door opening, and a soldier walked in.

"Who is Rosia Fronti?"

Rosia barely opened her eyes and raised a hand weakly.

"Come out, there's a commander looking for you outside."

　I chatted with other authors today, and they said that my articles were either not read by anyone, or I had die-hard fans, I think so, I suffer the most when I comment every day~ but these children don’t like to talk, let me I can't even feel it exists~
　　
　
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