German Officer x You Who Traveled Through Time and Wanted to Go Home
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Chapter 74 Death of the Black Swan (2): Died for the Country
You sit on the rubble and wait for Schleicher, who is now surrounded by a circle of people.
People praised the 3rd Totenkopf Division as the Empire's ace division, its combat effectiveness and fighting spirit were first-rate. This was evident in the death squads' ability to break through the Soviet encirclement and successfully deliver supplies to Buda.
A skinny cat was walking and stopped in front of you. It wanted to find out if the person sitting on the rubble was in danger. Then it suddenly jumped on you, meowing non-stop.
As you pet the cat, you think of the cute little cat with white paws that you and your brother raised for a long time when you lived in the Count's Mansion in Paris. When Mandy and Matilda left, they took the cat with them so that it wouldn't end up on the streets.
"Kitten, I don't have anything to eat either. I'm sorry, but I can't give you frozen potatoes or tea leaves. You can't eat these things."
The cat refused to leave, so you sighed and stroked its fur, focusing your attention on the center of Nauphegi Square.
In the center of the square, in addition to the rations being distributed, there were people squatting or kneeling, using knives to cut meat from several dead horses.
One old man was even crouching in the hollow of a dead horse, scraping icy scraps of flesh from its bones with a knife, like a carpenter working on the rafters of some unfinished roof.
"Mimi, hurry up and leave before anyone catches you or you get eaten."
As if the cat finally confirmed that you really had no food to feed it, it meowed and jumped onto the rubble on the other side. The rubble made a loud creaking sound, and the cat followed the path to the morgue of the field hospital to find food.
Finally, Schleicher, who had escaped the waves of German logistics personnel who came to inquire about the situation at the front line, strode over the rubble, ignoring the concerned glances cast from time to time by the people around him, and half-knelt in front of you.
"Yina, are you getting impatient waiting?"
You nodded expressionlessly.
He noticed your bad mood and frowned secretly, then took off the gloves he had just put on and touched your hands. Both of your hands were surprisingly cold.
You pulled your hand back in an instant, and the spirit that had just left was also frozen back.
Seeing this, Schleicher laughed and said, "My little cat, I've been playing for three whole hours in the cold wind like a hired waiter in a cheap bar in Berlin, and you only waited for me for less than twenty minutes. That's not an injustice."
Because Schleicher did not know the unit number of Feynz after his return, he could not contact him. He only knew that Feynz's unit had engaged in fierce street fighting in Pest before the unit was reorganized and successfully retreated to Buda before the Szechenyi Chain Bridge was destroyed.
Someone doesn't know where you live in Buda now, so he does the opposite, standing in the most conspicuous place in the crowd, playing the most soothing music in the smoke, so that you will find him on your own initiative.
You stood up and dusted yourself off, not in the mood to argue with him. "Herbert, what are the plans next? Do you want to stay at my house for a while?"
Something is wrong.
Schleicher frowned even deeper, and stood up as well. Instead of answering, he asked, "Ina, did you have a fight with Feier?"
Your mood gets even lower at the mention of your brother.
You guys are more than just arguing...Finnz no longer believes anything you say...
Your brother told you that he hated being lied to, but you lied to him again and again. Even after he was honest with you, you still didn't tell him the truth...
You sighed inwardly and ignored Schleicher, waiting until he was almost freezing to death, then walked alone towards the Tauban Church Apartments, with Schleicher following closely behind.
Then he walked side by side with you, holding yours with his big hand. He did not forget to look at his feet while walking, and kicked the bricks and stones blocking the way aside.
The man frowned again as he looked at the once clean and tidy street that now looked like it had been dug into a trench.
As soon as they got home, someone started jumping up and down again, "Yina, why is it colder at home than outside!"
Not surprised by his fuss, you led him into the bedroom where it wasn't quite as cold.
When your brother is not around, in order to save fuel, you usually only burn the fireplace in your bedroom, and usually only light it when you go to bed at night.
The fire gradually grew brighter, and the room gradually became warmer, no longer as cold as when I first came in.
As usual, Schleicher began to take out food such as canned fish, crackers, and gingerbread from various pockets of his clothes.
Schleicher then began to take off his clothes again, this time even more exaggerated than in Warsaw. After he took off his military coat, he took out a package wrapped in parchment.
You looked at him a little strangely. No wonder you felt that Schleicher had become a lot thicker and stronger since you first met him.
A silk string was crisscrossed across the parchment package, and at his raised eyebrow signal, you pulled the string loose, making a ripping sound as the parchment was torn apart.
The package is not big, but it is a different world inside.
There were a lot of things in it, including underwear, stockings, sanitary napkins, small bottles of face cream and hair oil, a set of needles and thread, and cornfield headache powder.
"Herbert..."
The gratitude in your heart is beyond words.
Schleicher rewrapped the package in parchment paper and placed it casually on the bed, grinning at you, “Don’t be too touched, kitten.”
As he spoke, he pulled out a small pocket knife from somewhere as if by magic, picked up the can of fish he had just taken out of his pocket, and opened the can lid with the pocket knife along the edge.
He used a knife instead of a fork, picked up a piece of fish, and said, "Yina, are you hungry? Do you want a bite?"
You shook your head. You had no appetite at all and weren't hungry either. You wanted to save all the supplies and eat them sparingly.
"How did you bring all these things here, and how did you buy them..."
You were packing up the supplies he had placed in the bag on the bed. Schleicher pursed his lips smugly, pretending to be profound. "Don't worry about this, Kitten. I have my own way."
Schleicher noticed that you had deliberately put the sanitary napkin away, raised his hand to touch his chin, and asked, "Are you having your period?"
You shook your head as you gathered your things.
"How long has it been since you last came?"
"It's been postponed for almost a month..."
You feel that there must be a lot of coldness in your body right now.
Schleicher narrowed his eyes and asked doubtfully, "Kitten, you're not pregnant, are you?"
"No……"
You were a little speechless, but you couldn't really remain silent, because that would be a tacit agreement: "Come on, Herbert, why do you keep asking me this question? It's really offensive and really annoying."
You had no intention of openly discussing your affairs with your brother with Schleicher...
Every time you and Feinz were intimate, your brother would take precautions. He never did that when he couldn't take precautions, he would just try it briefly.
Schleicher always knew how to control his joking remarks. When he saw that your attitude had turned sour, he knew the situation and stopped talking about this topic.
He looked around and saw the sewing box and an almost finished cashmere vest on the plush chair. His ice-blue eyes brightened instantly.
The man put the vest on himself and said, "Kitty, I knew you were such a good knitter. How could you have failed to knit that cashmere sweater?"
But the fact is that the cashmere sweater you gave to your brother was indeed poorly knitted.
Cashmere is difficult to weave, and the cashmere you can buy is usually low-quality and contains impurities. In addition, the fibers of cashmere are thin and short, which makes it even more difficult to weave.
However, the people of the Black Legion don’t like to wear cotton jackets when fighting, because they think it is too cumbersome and bulky. On the contrary, they prefer to wear various cashmere sweaters and vests in layers.
For example, right now, there is a large German Shepherd standing in front of you wearing three cashmere coats.
Playing around and making noises aside, Schleicher soon became serious and pushed you down on the plush chair.
"Ina, tell me, it's fine that you're returning to Budapest from Zurich, but as a Swiss, why didn't you seek refuge in the embassy in Pest and instead retreated to Buda with Fell? What does that mean?"
"Don't tell me you're doing this to show off your epic love? You're willing to risk your life?"
Although Schleicher pinched your face fiercely, which was red from the cold or the fire, but the force was not strong at all when he pinched your face.
So you sorted out your thoughts and told him about Anton, but omitted the Key of St. Peter because you couldn't explain to him the origin of the key to the Kingdom of Heaven. You couldn't tell him the whole story between you and Hurley from beginning to end.
Besides, if he knew that you were an Allied spy, he would probably get furious on the spot.
Schleicher's expression darkened after hearing this: "Ina, so you're leaving this precious opportunity of refuge to someone you've only known for a few days?"
You sat on the plush chair, your right hand constantly clasping the armrest, "It's not as exaggerated as you say... I'm fine."
"Besides, Anton is Daria's younger brother... Daria always helped take care of Emma when we were in Weimar and Zurich. When I was arrested for the swing music incident, Daria was also running around to help me find a solution... People should learn to be grateful..."
Schleicher was not convinced by you and his expression still looked unhappy.
On this side, you belatedly realized his question and retorted, "Why are you so fierce..."
I really can't stand it. Why do they all just want to be mean to you? It's okay with Feinz, he's your older brother, but why would Schleicher be mean to you...
"Kitten, how am I fierce?"
"You still say I'm not fierce?" You puffed up.
Someone surrendered, "Okay, okay, I was violent, I was violent, it's all my fault."
Schleicher, who was half squatting on the ground, took your hand that was holding the edge of the armrest in his palm, his expression changed, and he stroked your hand a few times.
"Yina, I really think you look like a fallen angel sometimes."
"ah?"
Fallen angel? Lucifer?
Someone added sarcastically, "They both like to do stupid things."
“…”
In the light of the fire, Schleicher felt that the soft lines of your face at this moment were so beautiful that even Velázquez could not describe them.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he was swallowing something secretly.
"kitten."
"What happened again?"
"Give me a kiss, please?"
Your forehead twitched. You couldn't expect Schleicher to remain normal for much longer, so you pulled your hand away.
You were speechless, not wanting to talk to him anymore. Schleicher changed his squatting position to kneeling on one knee, his smile making you feel that he deserved a beating even more: "It's okay if you don't agree. I can force it."
“……?”
You are so angry at him that you almost want to die. You will never meet him alone again.
You were about to argue with him, but unexpectedly, Schleicher turned from hard to weak and started telling a story.
"Ina, aren't you curious? I belong to the 1st Armored Regiment of the Death's Head Division. No matter how the suicide squad selects people, I will never be chosen. Because before I left Warsaw, I received a letter from you forwarded by the Logistics Department."
Your long eyelashes trembled, and you felt as if you had done something wrong without realizing it.
"I never thought you would return to Budapest, and Budapest was surrounded by Russians at Christmas. Do you know how worried I was about you? I thought you were going crazy."
Schleicher buried his face in your knees and said in a muffled voice, "The Totenkopf Division marched day and night, but the tanks ran out of fuel. We were still late and only entered Hungary on the third day after Christmas."
"Our regiment's tanks had already advanced to the railway embankment, but were destroyed by those damned Russians. The mortar attack was so fierce that the infantry could not advance. The rescue force was completely blocked on the banks of the Danube."
"The division decided to form a suicide squad to transport supplies across the Danube River. I was the first to sign up, but the regimental commander wouldn't allow me to go because my father was a lieutenant general and the governor of the Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia."
"But I'm almost desperate because I miss you so much and worry about you so much that I don't want to wait even a minute longer."
"There were 41 of us who came, but only 13 made it to Buda alive. Ina, did you know? The metal mesh guardrails on the barge were all covered in blood, and the two lifebuoys hanging on the bow were broken and pierced. I thought I would be buried in the icy Danube, dying in a foreign country."
"But I survived."
He raised his head, looked at you solemnly and said, "Yina, it's because you are here that I risked my life to be by your side."
You felt like you were drowning in his affectionate statements. You couldn't imagine what kind of hardships Schleicher had endured along the way, all because of the letter you wrote to him.
The basin of cold water in my head that was firm in my attitude towards him gradually boiled after such a heart-to-heart talk.
The small movement of your clasping hands became more obvious, and your words became somewhat incoherent: "Herbert, I've told you many times not to say that word so often..."
"I'm lucky. It's not that easy for me to die."
Schleicher came closer. He knew that you were always soft-hearted and would not respond to hardship, so he shamelessly continued his offensive, looking pitiful.
"Kitten, can you give me a kiss? I won't do anything else but a kiss. Just consider it a reward for my escape from death. I really missed you."
You lowered your eyes. His words were like a stick, stirring you up and making you toss and turn. The water in your head was boiling, and the heat made you lose your mind.
You've softened your heart.
Just letting him kiss her, it shouldn't be a big problem...
You raised your head, looked at the resentful icy blue in Schleicher's eyes, and reached out to poke the rough stubble on his chin.
"you……"
Your eyes shyly avoided: "Go shave..."
Upon hearing this, the German Shepherd's originally depressed spirits immediately lifted up. He stood up suddenly, almost jumped out of the bedroom, and then ran around like a dog that couldn't find the door.
You saw him running around through the open door, and you couldn't help but hold your forehead speechlessly. You were so annoyed. You regretted it and felt that being soft-hearted was a disease that had to be cured.
"That's the balcony, and the bathroom is in the southwest corner."
Then, there was a series of clanging sounds coming from the bathroom that had been broken into. You became even more speechless. God, is it too late for you to withdraw your soft feelings towards him?
"Ina, where's the soap?"
"Damn it, can someone give me a little bar of soap? I need to shave."
"Oh, I found it."
Someone worked tirelessly in front of the mirror and began to shave, the blue stubble squeaking under the razor.
There was another series of jingling and clanging sounds, and a slightly anxious and excited male voice came from inside.
"Kitten, wait a minute, I'll brush my teeth again!"
You froze in your headache powder, "Herbert, don't mess with the wash utensils!"
…
Schleicher sat on the plush chair, hugged you and kissed you, then suddenly stopped.
"Are you okay?" You asked, looking up in surprise.
This guy is really like a dog, making you uncomfortable...
Someone sees you wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and now his face, already grumpy, becomes even grumpier, as if someone owes him millions: "That's boring."
"ah?"
Schleicher saw that the confusion in your eyes was not fake, and for a moment he gritted his teeth. How does Fair usually teach kittens?
"Yina, if you don't respond to me, this is not a kiss."
nerve.
You felt that this was enough and just wanted to get off Schleicher, but he just held you tightly, holding the back of your neck with his big hands and kissed you again.
This chapter has a total of 7.5k, 5k is released, and the rest is in the hidden ending: it is the story of Ina and Xiao Shi!
The full text of the novel has been completed on Purple Eel. The main text and the extra chapters have a total of 820,000 words. The author is @叶青yeah (full text version).
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