Soul to the Rhine

Chapter 86 Quarrel
The soldiers took her out all the way. They met many soldiers and Jews on the way, and all of them looked at her intently.

She thought she would stop somewhere to be tortured or interrogated, but she didn't expect that the soldier walked straight ahead and took her directly out of the concentration camp, and stopped only when she was almost in a small town.

There was a dilapidated alley on the side of the road. Dick stood not far away and looked around. Heinrich was leaning against the wall, his legs inching and his hands were pulling the hair on his gloves out of boredom.

"Sir!" the soldier shouted.

Heinrich raised his head, without even looking at her, and just asked: "Is this the person who injured Elgar?"

"Yes, Dr. Joseph originally planned to use her for in vivo experiments today to test improved Zyklon B."

The soldier said it calmly, as if it was a normal thing, but Rosia shuddered involuntarily.

"Hmph, give it to me, I still have to settle the score with her."

"Yes!" The soldier let go and gave Heinrich a Nazi salute. Heinrich turned around in a dignified manner, and the soldier walked away with his gun.

Rosia felt sad, thinking about the terrifying Dr. Joseph, standing in front of him like a quail, bowing his head and saying nothing.

Heinrich didn't say anything, just lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall like a ghost.

Silence continued to spread between the two of them. Rosia felt dizzy and drowsy. Her mood only lasted for a short while. The magical power of standing asleep was automatically activated, and her consciousness began to disappear after a while.

"Humph!"

The familiar taunting made her tremble all over, trembled, and woke up again.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. You've become very patient!"

"Thank you for your compliment." Rosia is now a dead pig and is not afraid of boiling water.

"Do you know what you did?"

"He's not dead yet."

Heinrich seemed to be choked. He didn't speak, and looked a little inexplicably irritable. After standing for a while, he suddenly threw the cigarette out impatiently, pulled off his leather jacket, and said irritably: "Rosiya, what do you want?" Don’t tell me why you’re here today?”

"Team Skeleton, my hands can't reach that long. When Elgar wakes up, there is no need to go through a military court. He can shoot you directly."

This was the first time Rosia heard Heinrich's angry voice. The roar gave her a headache, but she couldn't answer. How could she explain that she shot impulsively because she didn't want to be hurt?

"A murderer, a spy, a Jewish dog, what else do you want to be?"

Rosia clenched her fists. The cold gave her a splitting headache, her consciousness was in a daze, and even her rationality had faded a lot. She didn't want to hear his voice and this unnecessary argument, so she turned around and left.

"You stop for me!"

Heinrich took a step forward, stood in front of her, stared at her and sneered: "Don't turn a deaf ear to my words, Rosia, I'm not warning you just once. I thought you were still a little self-aware before, but now you are becoming more and more aware of yourself." Now that you're capable, don't think that anyone should hang around you every day and let you do whatever you want."

Rosia paused, walked around him and continued on.

Heinrich suddenly became furious. He took another step and blocked her way. His face was terrifyingly dark: "Do you really think that I don't dare to touch you after being entrusted by Werner? I can protect you just as well. Kill you. You can leave if you want. Do you see clearly where this is? This is a concentration camp, and your life is still in my hands."

Dick from a distance came over and glanced at him worriedly: "Lieutenant Colonel, Miss Franti doesn't seem to be well!"

"No, ask her what she did?" Heinrich was suddenly furious, as if he had gone mad: "She chased a Jewish bastard who didn't know what to do, and shot the party with the bullets I gave her. Guards." A storm swirled in his icy blue eyes, and his shape was crazy: "Those bastards who don't know who they think they are, not everyone has Werner, everyone is a German citizen."

Dick was even more worried: "Lieutenant Colonel, you should calm down. Miss Franti was not responsible for what happened that day."

"Go away! Which side are you from!" Heinrich waved Dick away and roared: "She didn't do it? She did it all." He suddenly reached out and grabbed Rosia's shoulder: "You said , besides the Jewish dog in Warsaw Square, the woman killed in the bombing of the Munitions Office, and the bunch of bastards in the Paris hospital, who else is there? Is it the kid you adopted? Even that thing is Jewish?"

Rosia looked up at him and suddenly remembered the conversation with Werner in Paris last year.The Jews were Heinrich's enemy. Maybe something bad happened to him as a child because of the Jews, or maybe Hitler's brainwashing in the SS was too successful. No matter what, he hated the Jews and had the right to arrest them, but Now, he's crazy!

"Lieutenant Colonel Heinrich..."

"How does it feel to kill someone? You were beaten? Imprisoned? With the Jews? Rosia, hand over that kid, who is he? If you don't want to die here, just hand him over! Otherwise I can't protect you!"

Heinrich's eyes were sinister, and his hands were always clamping her shoulders. Rosia looked at his crazy eyes, thinking about Pino who was still locked up in a dark corner of the concentration camp, and she only felt that she still had what was left of her. The slightest bit of consciousness, the tiniest bit of reason, was burned out with his anger at this moment. She didn't know where the strength and courage came from, and she broke away from his hand, raised her right hand and waved it towards that crazy face.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The three of them were stunned at the same time!

Time seemed to stand still. After a while, Dick trembled: "This, Lieutenant Colonel Heinrich...Miss Franti..."

Heinrich kept his head tilted for a long time. After a long time, he slowly turned around and stared directly at Rosia with his cold eyes.

Rosia was still looking directly at Heinrich, but in fact, her entire arm was numb and she almost lost consciousness.Under Heinrich's gloomy gaze, her heart, liver, and lungs trembled.However, she still had to persist. If she didn't resolve the matter now, she would die under his gun sooner or later.

The atmosphere was stiff and weird, and even more creepy in the context of the concentration camp. Dick looked around and wanted to cry: "Lieutenant colonel?"

Heinrich didn't move, his gaze penetrated everything, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking, but the force seemed to be able to kill Rosia.

"Miss Franti?"

Rosia didn't move either. In fact, she didn't dare to move.

She was very scared now, wanted to die, especially...wanted to cut off this disobedient hand.

Heinrich continued to stare at her, a sneer gradually formed on the corner of his mouth, but nothing could be seen in his icy blue eyes, as if a clear black hole had formed.

Rosia also looked at him without blinking, even though the hairs on her body stood on end.Dick was caught between the two, not knowing what to do.

After a long time, Heinrich looked away with a gloomy look, sneered, raised his hand and touched his face with five fingerprints on it, moved the corners of his mouth, turned around and strode away.

Dick was about to cry, so he hurriedly followed, took two steps, turned around, dug twice in his pocket, took out a stack of marks and stuffed it into her hand: "Miss Franti, are you okay?"

"I...maybe, it's okay." Rosia mechanically took the stack of money.Looking at Heinrich's back, she didn't know if she was okay.

Dick comforted him: "It's okay. The Lieutenant Colonel's mission two days ago was not completed because of the Jews. He is in a bad mood now. He can just go back and have a big meal. Don't worry, go to the station and leave here first."

Rosia shook her head: "No, Pino, it's still inside."

Dick was shocked: "Is everything the lieutenant colonel said true?"

Then his expression also changed, but not like Heinrich's. His tone was just a little serious: "Miss Franti, I hope you won't mention this matter again in the future. To be honest, Lord Elgar's military rank is not He is a lieutenant colonel, but he is in charge of this concentration camp."

Rosia was silent for a moment: "I know, but Pino must be rescued."

Dick was stunned, and then looked a little frustrated: "Okay, I will go back and take a look. Miss Franti should hurry back to Paris." He turned around, rushed out of the alley, and ran towards the concentration camp. .

Rosia stood there for a while, and the remaining bloody sunset appeared little by little in the west of the sky, illuminating the entire concentration camp in the distance like a bath of blood, like a devil's hell, with its bloody mouth open and waiting for people to walk in.

She shuddered all over, looked down at the money in her hand, and suddenly smiled bitterly when she remembered what she had done in the past few days.

Yes, it's useless for her to stay here. She can only cause trouble. She can't save Pino.

Rosia looked back at the road where Heinrich disappeared, turned and walked towards the town.The right hand that hit the person was still aching, making her feel a little dazed and unreal. She couldn't believe that one day she actually hit a Nazi. It was Heinrich, that Nazi, who was really possessed by Silly Daring.

In the future, she will have to tell future generations about this.

The shops in the town are not closed yet, but the curfew is coming soon, and many shopkeepers are packing up and preparing to close.

Rosia went into a pharmacy and bought some cold medicine and anti-inflammatory medicine.I asked for a cup of hot water and ate it in the store.

Dick gave her a lot of money, but she didn't really want to spend the Nazi money. She didn't buy anything except medicine, so she just lay down in a small village next to the town for the night.

At this age, she was not good at anything else, except her ability to sleep anywhere.

The next day, she ran back to the alley where she was yesterday. Perhaps it was because Elgar was shot in the concentration camp. Now the concentration camp was under martial law. Although it was usually under martial law, this time the blockade was obviously more severe. , there are too many soldiers outside to count.

As an attempted murderer, Rosia didn't dare to go in. She would probably be shot into a sieve as soon as she showed up.And she didn't dare to go to Heinrich. When she thought of what Dick said, she realized that she had no other choice but to go back to Paris.

Rosia wandered outside for a long time before she was spotted by the concentration camp guards, who kept pointing their guns at her.Rosia had no choice but to get on the train back to Paris before she was caught.

On the road, looking at the ever-changing scenery and recalling the thrilling and bloody journey, she just felt like crying and nothing else. The sad feeling kept lingering around her and she couldn't get rid of it.

She put in a lot of effort and tried her best, but in the end she was at the end of her rope.No matter where she is, she is just an ordinary person, unable to achieve any great achievements.In fact, she couldn't even save a child she wanted to protect.

Thinking of Bello and Henry who left very early, she could only apologize with tears all the way.

Poland was divided into two halves by Germany and the Soviet Union, each occupying half. It was very troublesome when trains were passing through. They stopped and checked many times on the road. Sometimes, the Gestapo or Skeleton Squad would come to search for Jews.

It was delayed for more than two days, and the situation did not improve until we entered France.Four days have passed since the train arrived in Paris.

After Rosia got off the bus, she saw many French couples hugging each other passionately on the platform and happily talking about love to each other. The scene was very warm.This made her afraid to think about the scene at the train station in the small town of Auschwitz.

She first went to the Fourth District Hospital. Before leaving, she entrusted Aunt Mesha to the care of the Mori family next door. It has been a month now. I don’t know how Aunt Mesha’s condition is and whether she has recovered. .

The hospital has been raided by the French police and SS one after another, and now it feels a bit smoky. Nurses from all walks of life were sent to various places by the Red Cross to carry out humanitarian work, and many died on the battlefield.The people who are left in the hospital are either the authorities of various departments or the young intern nurses who have just entered the hospital and do not have sufficient medical qualifications.

When Rosia came back, many people thought she had just completed her mission and congratulated her and expressed sympathy for her mental and physical state.But no one knew that she had gone to the largest murder den in Poland.

The nurse who managed the ward registration in the internal medicine department still remembered her and was surprised to see her coming: "Dr. Luo, have you just come back?"

Rosia nodded: "The lady in Ward 203, how is she doing now?"

The little nurse didn't even look up the medical records and replied directly: "She was discharged from the hospital. She recovered very well and was discharged a week ago. By the way, she asked me about you before she left. I only said that you were going out for a hospital. Mission accomplished.”

"Then, thank you!"

"No, you are too polite."

Rosia nodded to her, turned around and left the ward.

She only hurriedly applied for a leave from Dr. Jim before she left. Now that she came back, she should cancel the leave. However, she didn't have any energy or mood to go to work, so she simply left.

When she returned to the Eighth District and entered Dante Street, she looked at the familiar streets, shops, and every brick she passed. She felt like crying. She was even more timid when she was close to home and didn't dare to ask anyone.

The late autumn sky gradually began to rain, not heavy, very thin, and a bit cool.Step by step, she stepped on the thick sycamore leaves on the ground and walked through the familiar alley. She felt that her trip to Poland was like a passing cloud.

When I walked to the door of my house, the door was still closed. There was a letter stuffed in the mailbox at the door. I don't know how long it had been there, and the protruding corner was already broken.

Rosia reached out and took it out and looked at the cover. The letter was written by Vitti. The address was in a mountainous area in France. The postmark on it had become blurry.

She held the letter in her hand, stretched out her left hand and knocked on the door.After a while, a familiar and crisp voice came from inside.

"wait!"

Rosia's hands froze in the air, and her whole body froze.

(End of this chapter)