How did I become a villain

Richter was taken aback by the girl's casual words, and he said uncertainly, "Griffin, maybe you also..."

It turns out that you are also a guy who is not firm.I thought……

The girl nodded and looked at the boy beside her.He wasn't a perfect co-conspirator and lacked insight, but right now she had to choose him. "Richter, after these two days of fighting, the dream of a hero in your heart should have disappeared, right?"

She believed that when most of the trainees were first assigned to the battlefield, their hearts were full of enthusiasm, thinking of driving away the invaders.However, the thinking of most of them will always stop at this stage.

By now, the Third Reich would undoubtedly be defeated, and the surviving super soldiers should all know that no matter how hard they worked, no matter how much blood they had in their hearts, they would not be able to save the defeat.

Under such circumstances, they either continue to die under the enemy's guns with their original intentions, or they start thinking about changing and seeking a way out.

If you can't keep the country, you can only keep yourself first, and then seek other things.

Whether to be an obedient citizen or to fight against the new government at that time is a matter for the future.

"Where do I have any heroic dreams..." Richter's wry smile was dry and full of sobs.

He's just gradually waking up to reality.

He is not an omnipotent superman as advertised. Without Griffin's help, he can't even bring down a ruin.

"Richter, are you willing to believe me?"

"Why do you suddenly say such strange things?" The boy patted his chest and said, "Of course I believe you."

Before the 23rd, he would take Griffin's words as fart, but he has already witnessed with his own eyes how this burden in the training camp skillfully controls super powers to kill the enemy efficiently on the battlefield. When he first learned to use Hawkeye and bullet time, she had already developed and skillfully used the power of thought that even the instructors who guided their training were difficult to skillfully use.He will no longer doubt the girl's strength, out of the inertia of obeying the strong, he subconsciously chooses to trust her judgment.

"Then listen to me." Griffin patted the boy on the shoulder.The two looked at each other, and the girl said seriously: "Save yourself and live until after the war. We worked hard, but the outcome of Germany's defeat cannot be changed. We should survive, and then use our ability to build Germany after the ruins."

No matter how hard you fight now, it is nothing more than continuing the life of this crazy regime.Only by letting the leech-like Nazi government die can Germany be reborn.

She is a super soldier bred by the Nazi Hydra, an officially promoted orthodox Aryan superman, but such power should not only be used for destruction and killing, they are human beings, not killing machines without emotions.Super powers are not only used for destruction, but can also be used to rebuild homes.

Having provoked two world wars in a row and lost two consecutive wars, Germany has lost everything, post-war reconstruction, national self-confidence, and territory under the sun.The vision of other countries will make the future Germany tread on thin ice, for fear that if the voice is louder, it will attract unanimous hostility from around.

"If even we can't do it, who else can do it? Do you count on those victorious countries? Germany will need us after the war. It is our misfortune to be born in this era. We can't let future generations also live in the world of the apocalypse. A country ravaged by knights."

"You mean...we should be deserters?" Richter asked.

At this time, it is not impossible to be a deserter. There are no instructors behind the scenes to supervise the battle. The boats transporting refugees to and fro will leave when they are full. They can take off their military uniforms and venture into it...

Did you remember being a deserter when you co-authored it?Can't you have a little bit of macroscopic cognition?

"If it's necessary." Griffin faced up to the question that she didn't dare to say before, she let go of the hand holding the boy's shoulder, and looked at the distant port. "But not now, we have to let the unarmed people go first."

Under the control of speech, it takes a lot of pressure to dare to speak the truth. Even if everyone knows the truth, no one dares to speak out in a society under the surveillance of the secret police.But Griffin didn't have this concern. Anyway, she came here clean and had nothing.

"Griffin...do you know? If it was me two days ago, after hearing what you said, I would definitely report you to my superiors for propagating the theory of defeat and shake the morale of the army. Maybe you would have been hanged on the street lamp by the executioner long ago. It is." Richter said with a malicious smile.Then he took a deep breath, put away the smirk on his face, and said seriously: "But I won't do it now. I have seen it with both eyes, and I know that what you said is true."

"Glad someone thought like me, I'm not the only one trying to run away. Thank you..." The boy sniffed and let out a breath.

"I get it. It's hesitant to break the rules because you don't know if the decision you're making is right or wrong." Griffin gave him a reassuring smile. "But let me say that there is no choice without regrets. No matter what we choose, we will regret not choosing another one afterwards. No matter what happens in the future, we should remember that there is a bottom line for concessions, and we cannot be indifferent. The bottom line is to retreat and retreat."

Originally, Griffin did not want to face up to the status quo. She believed that the Nazis should be destroyed. The German people watered this coquettish flower with their votes and watched it thrive. They chose Nazism, so when the day of judgment comes No German is innocent.She also doesn't want to fight Big Brother, but in reality she has no choice. Standing in God's perspective and being in it are two completely different concepts.She couldn't watch the gray-haired old man and the child as tall as a rifle rushing to the battlefield, and she couldn't close her feelings so that she could not eat the fireworks of the world. In a troubled world, if she didn't want to die in a daze, she had to struggle to survive, and was finally rejected by the times. The color was dyed through, and he became the person who was "hated" by his former self in the writing.

Richter nodded repeatedly. "Well, well, I understand."

"So can you hold back your tears?" Griffin said. "You're a boy, and boys shouldn't cry."

Richter, a 14-year-old kid, has never seen this kind of chicken soup before. After Griffin, who is the same age but more mature, squeezed his nose and poured it in, his whole body was moved, as if his soul had been tempered. .

The look at the girl was no longer that of a more familiar comrade in arms, but began to become obedient.

Volume 13: [-] Night Raids

Now that the person is fine, the bed can be vacated.

Instead of returning to Griffin's bed, the two walked towards a defensive position outside the hospital.

As the night fell, Griffin felt that there was something more in his heart when he glanced at the hospital behind him with the last ray of light.

Perhaps it was a new understanding of responsibility.

It's ridiculous to think about it. A 14-year-old girl like her wants to bear an impossible burden.

Two days ago, I tried so hard to escape the city and go to a safer rear.But now, after experiencing the war, seeing the devastated city and the wounded waiting to die, she began to voice opposition from time to time, making her look at her time travel again.

I thought I was just a miserable passer-by who just got off the wrong time train and came to such a hell. Everything I have experienced is already miserable enough.But compared to the aborigines who are already in this hell, I am like a naive child who yells to quit when encountering some difficulties.

Is it normal to have a stress response when I am used to living a comfortable life and suddenly thrown into a precarious and strange world?

Is it because I have adapted to this place that I choose to stay now?

No matter what the real thoughts in his heart are, after calming down and thinking, Griffin began to faintly realize one thing...

She couldn't just walk away.

Whether she has a strong sense of responsibility, wants to be a Virgin Mary, or some other unexplainable feelings, time travel is not her original intention, but as compensation, she has also obtained superpowers that ordinary people dream of. That being the case, why not use it to do something that you won't regret in the future?

The port area is arranging for the evacuation of refugees every day. If I stay for an extra minute, it can be regarded as covering them and accumulating virtue for myself.

Everyone knows in their hearts that Swinojci may not last until sunset tomorrow, and these ships currently moored at the port will be the last batch of sailings.

Taking advantage of the night, they had to put all the civilians and wounded soldiers on board and transport them away.

Whether it fits or not, the captain is required to take one more person on each ship as long as there is still room to stay.The only thing that can stop them is the waterline of the ship.

The cruise ship docked in black and set sail, including the busy figure in the port, all areas strictly abide by the blackout. With the lessons learned from the Gustloff, everything was carried out in the dark.

"...Please, please contact his family for me after arriving in Lübeck."

Anyway, Griffin finally got a middle-aged woman who was traveling with him to agree to take care of the silent Heinrich temporarily.

"Aren't you going together?" The middle-aged woman held her little daughter's hand with one hand, and the other was empty - because she was asked to make room, the suitcase she had been carrying had been thrown into the sea by the crew.

Avoiding the woman's gaze, Griffin shook his head. "I have other tasks."

"Okay." The middle-aged woman nodded. "Wish you all the best."

She looked at the little boy beside her, and stroked the short hair on his head. "Follow this aunt and leave. Your mother is waiting for you in Lübeck."

Heinrich watched her silently, and after the middle-aged woman persuaded him, he let go of the girl's clothes.

After expressing his thanks again and again, Griffin disembarked.

The moment she turned around, she hesitated whether she should just stay on the boat and go to Lübeck amidst the struggle and suffering.

However, the involuntary movement of her legs pressed her brain, and she finally left the overcrowded merchant ship.

Standing in the port area, Griffin took one last look at the boat slowly leaving the dock, and could vaguely see the entrusted aunt supporting Heinrich and waving to her.

She also raised her hand, waved to the people on board, turned around and walked away from this place where parting emotions were intertwined.

"Sent away?" Richter saw the girl coming out from inside. "Why didn't you leave together?"

"There's always someone to stay," Griffin replied. "Why don't you go back to your post? Waiting for me?"

"My post is here." He pointed to the position outside the port area, which was only about forty steps away. "Seeing so many people passing by, I wanted to leave."

"Then you can go, I'll cover you." Griffin adjusted the contact surface between the rifle belt and the shoulder, and compared his right thumb to the rear entrance.

"Come on, that kid Heinrich is lucky. He's only ten years old. What about us? Just within the conscription age. Just because you can get in once doesn't mean you can get in twice." Richter said with a smile. "What's more, we are comrades-in-arms, how can I escape alone if you don't leave?"

"Well, at this moment our hero Richter Hoffmann finally realizes that his duty as a man is not to run away with his mind full, but to face his fear head-on."

Griffin read the narration solemnly.

"Stop doing this!" Richter blushed and threw a round object at the girl.

Griffin raised his hand to catch it, but felt soft in his hand, and when he put it in front of his eyes, it was a small bread.

The color is not very clean.

"Be honest, did you fall down while delivering dinner and save this one for me?"

"Absolutely not!" Richter raised his hands and replied with aggrieved expression. "It was just like this when it was delivered, and I specially left the bigger one for you."

He handed the other party the field canteen full of water.He is the youngest in the machine gun position, and he is the one who takes supplies.

After working for several hours, Griffin had nothing left in his belly.She took the kettle and just took a bite of the bread when suddenly a light flashed behind her, followed by a thunderous sound from afar.

The port area immediately became commotion, both the refugees waiting to board the ship and the soldiers of the garrison all looked in the direction of the movement.

"Look there!"

"That looks like our ship"

"A mine has struck, the fleet has struck a mine!"

Shouts stimulated Griffin's nerves, and she dropped the bread and kettle and rushed to the nearest high platform.On the top of a gantry crane, she saw the looming fire in the distant sea.

The line of sight quickly swept around, except for the unfortunately sunken cruise ship, the other ships sailing with it were safe and sound.

A cruising offshore patrol boat quickly drove to the crash site, but its tonnage was destined to be unable to rescue more people who fell into the water.

The strange sound of metal twisting and the desperate cries of the passengers who fell into the water can be faintly recognized even in the port area thousands of meters away.

The patrol boat was still on the way, but then another cruise ship in the fleet suddenly raised a water column more than ten meters high at the tail, and then sank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is by no means a minefield.

"It's a torpedo!" Someone yelled out soon. "It's a Russian submarine!"

The ship sank, and there were many people who fell into the water nearby. The escorting patrol boats did not dare to drop depth charges even if they had the ability, let alone they did not have anti-submarine capabilities.He could only bluff, while constantly urging other ships in the fleet to speed up, and he kept changing his position to avoid the submarine's aiming.

Those who fell into the water could only soak in the cold sea water before the enemy retreated.After the threat was lifted, the torpedo boats with a shallower draft began to salvage the passengers who fell into the water and brought them back to the shore. At this time, there were not many people left on the sea.

The oppressive air was suffocating, and countless pairs of eyes watched the merchant ship gradually sinking into the rough sea. The cold sea water soaked the bodies of those who fell into the water and froze their spirits. With the ups and downs, they gradually submerged each struggling head.

Griffin's eyes were out of focus, and he quickly looked away after reacting.But the trembling eyelashes showed that she was not at peace.

"Damn Ivan!" Richter yelled angrily.The nails of both hands dug deeply into the palm. "Where is our navy? Where is our navy!?"

Suddenly, not far away, someone was laughing like crazy.

The middle-aged man had tears streaming down his face, his expression was crazy, and his behavior was perverse.

His child was also on that boat, and he watched it go without losing sight of it.

He sent him up there with his own hands... into hell with his own hands.

"The navy can't protect us, the air force has disappeared, even the army is in danger, God has abandoned Germany! Hahahaha, we are finished, this nation has no future, they are all buried in the bottom of the sea!"

His words touched the fragile heartstrings of others around him, their heads bowed and their sorrows contagious, and everyone was enveloped in an atmosphere of despair.

Soon the dancing man was roughly dragged away by several gendarmes.

The people on the shore watched the whole process silently, and everyone seemed to be choked by an invisible hand, unable to speak out.

The submarines of the Soviet Union cruising in the Baltic Sea are telling them with facts that the outside world is already their world, and as long as any ship dares to lift anchor, it will be sunk mercilessly by torpedoes.

Even the third-rate submarines of the Russians can sail into the territorial waters belonging to Germany to show off their power, and now even ordinary people know that Swinojici is on the verge of falling.

The two cruise ships at sea sank completely, leaving only oil stains and ship debris on the choppy sea.But on the shore, the remaining large and small ships waiting for transportation at the port did not stop working, and they still loaded passengers according to the scheduled plan.

As if nothing happened just now.

The submarine attack may be a signal for the Soviet Union Navy to launch a general offensive, or it may be the first shot of a military operation. No matter what the other party will do next, the work of evacuating refugees must continue, and the speed must be accelerated.

The only thing that makes Griffin feel lucky is that the cruise ship Heinrich is on has not yet set off but is waiting for formation in the port area.There are patrol boats cruising outside, this time the voyage will be safer.

The subs have made gains tonight and will not risk another attack.

Volume 14: [-] Falls

The battle at sea has just stopped, but the battle on land has just begun.

An infiltration battle started with a sudden gunshot.

Looking at the Soviet death squad rushing out of the dark alley, Griffin felt that everything that happened in front of him was so unreal.So much so that she began to wonder if there was a fault in her memory.

These people are tall and big, and the Soviet Army, which should have been discovered early, has actually infiltrated so close to the port.

What about the outpost ahead?

It is obviously a few kilometers away from the urban area controlled by the Soviet army. Where are the defenders along the way?

She glanced at the port more than 100 meters away. At this time, it was in a mess, discarded luggage, burning fire, survivors' cries and broken limbs, all of which constituted a corner of the port defense battle.

Obviously, no one expected to be attacked suddenly at this time.

On the other side, the machine gun team counterattacked and roared, and the hospital behind them shot coldly from time to time, killing every Soviet soldier who dared to rush out of the darkness in the open space tens of meters in front of the position.

The muzzle fire and the flash of the explosion guide each other's direction for the warring parties, giving the anger a target to vent.