Journey to the Heavens with a Punch

Chapter 110 Preparing for a rainy day (12)

"They died, everyone died, that's all."

The young man walking in the woods said indifferently: "The reality is like this. Unlike the stories, all the bleakness always ends abruptly at the climax, and it is ironic and tragic..."

Hearing these words, the girl beside the man who was walking briskly with him suddenly stopped, looking at him with a worried and solemn expression: "I'm sorry..."

"It's nothing, you don't need to be sorry for it. Days will always go on. As the person involved, I have been able to face it calmly, and even...became one of them. You have seen it completely before."

The young man spread his hands, as if he had let go of the past he was talking about.

The girl knew him too well, she shook her head in disbelief and said, "This is not your original intention, Max (Max) [you can only change your name to prevent harmony]."

"Don't say any more." The tone of the young man called Max suddenly became a little irritable.

Moreover, his pace has also become much faster.

The girl followed closely, caught up with him and said, "Max, I know that feeling, and I have a deep understanding. We came from the same place and have the same experience. But, why should we bury the past..."

However, at the end of the words, the girl actually started to sob.

"I'm really sorry, Magda..." The young man turned around and hugged the girl tightly, his tears couldn't stop flowing, "I'm really sorry...I'm really, really sorry. I Can't do anything, do you know the despair and pain, that kind of..."

"I know, Max." The girl clung tightly to the young man's chest, "This is the meaning of our escape, we have to live, so that everything is possible."

however.

"Kakkaka."

Several loading sounds came from all around.

"Crack, snap, snap."

With applause, a middle-aged man came out from behind the soldiers holding their guns high.

He looked at the two people who were embracing each other, opened his arms and sighed mockingly and jokingly: "My God, let me see who this is, aren't these two cowards who escaped in the name of rioting?" ?! Hahaha, don’t you even want the lives of those comrades in the concentration camp?!”

"Or, did you originally pay the price of burying your companion's life in exchange for your own escape?"

"What nonsense!"

The young man protected the girl behind him, looked at the middle-aged man, gritted his teeth and said, "Klaus Schmidt..."

"Hey, hey, don't be so irritable." The middle-aged man raised his hand and pushed in the air, and smiled gracefully, "Before everything is over, I still want to say a few words to you."

"What?" Although Max didn't know why Schmidt gave him a chance to delay time, but with a dozen guns pointed at him, he could only follow the guy's words.

Perhaps, there is only a dead end, but he still has to fight desperately, like a moth to a flame.

I only hope that Magda can escape...

Schmidt seemed to see through Max's thoughts, and waved his hand, and the soldiers' guns were all pointed at Magda!
Then, under Max's icy eyes, he said slowly: "You know, this rebellion launched by the two of you actually made me happier."

"First of all, only you two guys who abandoned their companions escaped, and now I have caught them."

"Furthermore, I have long wanted to use an excuse to clean up more and more unnecessary repetitive garbage in the concentration camp."

"The existence of your race is to consume the world's food. I even think it's a waste of materials to use you for experiments..."

"It's a pity that you haven't noticed that many children or women have relieved expressions when they see you as a guard. These guys still have a little luck before they die tragically. It's all because of you It brings joy."

Max trembled.

Even before Schmidt finished speaking, the madness and anger in Max's eyes disappeared in an instant.

Instead, fear and self-blame.

"It turns out that I helped the evildoers and killed so many compatriots... It's not enough, do I want to kill more people..."

He felt that Magda in his arms was trembling just like him, and finally couldn't hold on anymore, as if his strength had been drained, he knelt down on the ground.

"Finally, let's give you two a ride. Since I helped me clean up the concentration camp, I won't bother you anymore. I'll give you two a good time."

Schmidt's language is elegant, but the words he uttered are extremely cold.

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and left directly.

"Um……"

Schmidt, who had just taken two steps and didn't look back, heard the sound of Max struggling frantically from behind. He sneered without a trace, turned around and raised his hand to stop the soldiers who were about to shoot: "Wait a minute."

"I still have to say a few words to this guy."

"........."

Max hugged Magda, and before he could fight back, he was knocked to the ground again by the soldier with the butt of his gun.

The soldier still wanted to make a move, but when he saw the person coming from behind, he immediately put away his weapon and stood up straight.

"You know what I'm trying to say, Max?"

"Why don't you give up?"

"Uh……"

Max, who was surrounded and beaten violently, suddenly felt something in his heart. Seeing Schmidt's back faintly exposed in the gaps between the soldiers, his brain seemed to be pulled hard by someone, and he was extremely painful.

Seeing Max with a painful face, Schmidt raised a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Max, you don't need to struggle, it's too painful. Your mother just gave up struggling and was sent to hell with a gun." Schmidt wiped the spattered Mike on his leg without changing his face. Si's blood, continued, "Just like you now, she was originally a stubborn person, which is impressive."

"You bastard, you damn it!!!" Max heard Schmidt's words, his eyes seemed to spew out flames, and he was struggling frantically to get up.

However, before he could get up, he was hit on the head by a soldier's elbow and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

"Oh, look how small and humble a person can be."

"And how great and respectable a person can be. I am a god who kills and destroys everything. My greatness is infinite!"

Schmidt turned his head and left, looking up to the sky and laughing.

However, his laugh was interrupted by someone.

"He is a great man in tragedy, and dominating others has become a pathological manifestation of his personality...The greatness of human beings is often accompanied by human pathologies."

Schmidt shook his head: "Moby Dick once impressed me. Gosh, if you think I'm just a sadistic and violent executioner, it's too sad, Max."

He sneered back.

however……

Max didn't speak at all. He was struggling on the ground by several soldiers, and he didn't have the strength to speak at all.

And Magda lying on the side is also impossible, but the voice just now was male...

He remembered the accents of the soldiers so well, it couldn't have been any of them.

Schmidt looked around and found nothing, and a drop of cold sweat could not help but flow from his temples.

Although it was midsummer, he suddenly felt a bit icy cold.

His hands were trembling, and he finally touched the gun at his waist...

Also, a hand on the gun! ! !

"Schmidt, a man from your greatest enemy country in the European battlefield once said: Everything that is true and great is simple and humble."

"And you didn't."

Chen Ye smiled and pulled out the gun from Schmidt's waist, and threw it into the distance.

Schmidt watched helplessly as the gun was thrown away, but he didn't dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

Because, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Ye took aim at the soldier's muzzle, grabbed Schmidt's arm lightly and said, "What do you think?"

Schmidt didn't answer, he suddenly jumped up, and at the cost of breaking his own joints, he broke free from Chen Ye's "clamp".

"Fire!"

He broke away and ordered immediately.

However, everything seemed to be still, whether it was the soldiers or the guns.

"Den."

A snap of fingers entered Schmidt's mind.

The voice came from Chen Ye.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust."

The soldiers turned to burning ashes with their guns in their hands.

"You are... you are, who are you!"

Facing Schmidt's yelling, Chen Ye just smiled slightly. He knew that the guy who had collapsed on the ground had lost the ability to resist, and the shouting at this moment was just to maintain a stable mentality.

So……

"Max Eisenhardt."

Chen Ye turned his head to look at Max who was about to stand up after breaking away from the soldiers' control, and said leisurely: "The tall and straight green firs should not bow their heads to the humble shrubs, but the low shrubs should wither under the green fir."

With Magda's support, Max barely maintained his body.He looked at Chen Ye, his body was extremely weak, but his eyes were extremely determined.

"Thank you for your rescue. Schmidt is a warlord of a concentration camp who committed all kinds of crimes. I..."

"I know everything about you, and that's why I'm here to save you. Max, you never realized that you were a genius and your future was limitless."

Chen Ye interrupted Max's words.

He threw Max a black metal ring: "Take it, you can contact me when I am free."

"Why give me this?"

"This world must always achieve a balance between good and evil. When evil people are rampant, I am a good person. As your guide, savior, and helper, you owe me three favors."

As Chen Ye said, he pointed at the last pair of chasing Japanese soldiers and flicked his finger out.

"call……"

The entire group of soldiers seemed to be shattered and dispersed with the wind.

"correct."

Before turning around to leave, Chen Ye saw Max wearing the ring on his middle finger, and said to Magda who was hiding beside Max, "Power is not just about terror and destruction, but when properly used, it is about vitality and hope."

"When the world and the surroundings are going to change you, never give up a glimmer of hope in your heart, because anyone can change the world."

"I hope you can understand this truth."

"Wait……"

"Shh..."

Before Max could speak, only he and Magda remained in the woods, as well as Schmidt, who fell to the ground and was powerless to resist.

"The power used properly is vitality and hope, and the complete talent is the greatest."

Max touched the ring on his hand, and with Magda's support, he picked up a long gun at his feet, pointed it at the terrified Schmidt, and pulled the trigger while talking to himself.

"Boom!"

　Thank you book friend [Invincible Gentleman] for your reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)