Germanic Officer x You Who Traveled Across Time (Fifty-Five)
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Outside the castle window, a heavy truck loaded with strategic materials was crossing the moat of Theresienstadt, making a loud noise.
Opposite, the camp gate opened wide, and as heavy trucks entered, a group of prisoners who had just stumbled from Bohusovice railway station to Theresienstadt were also driven in.
The harsh sound came in through the window, giving you a temporary excuse to catch your breath.
You get off Feynz and close the half-open window. The horrifying shouts are immediately blocked outside, along with the man's unyielding pressure right in front of you.
Feinz came over and pushed you against the window, his hands on your waist. The muscles on the inside of his arms were tense, and the slightest force made you feel pain.
"Ina, answer me."
"Brother... I... I don't know him..."
You looked up at Feynman, the emotions in his eyes were intense and complex, like deep blue glaciers constantly breaking, an emotion you couldn't discern at the moment.
You only took a glance and immediately lowered your eyes, afraid that your lie would be seen through.
The force on the side of your waist slowed down, and Feinz began to massage your waistline with gentle and delicate movements.
"I've been to London in 36 years."
You looked up in surprise, and happened to see a trace of hurt in those deep blue eyes.
At that moment, you seemed to suddenly see through his deep pupils a young man sitting alone in a rare quiet corner of Bellevue Street, a transparent glass cover isolating him from the whole world.
The illusion flashed by, and the man's hand moved down your waistline wantonly. You came to your senses and shook uncontrollably.
His voice was deep and heavy as he narrated.
"I passed the medical examination, but my father still opposed my joining the armed forces. Taking advantage of the fact that the Foreign Minister was serving as ambassador to the UK at the time, he found an excuse and sent me to London. I was on official business there for nearly six months, and because of that, I missed the basic test to join the army that year."
The requirements for joining the Black Legion set by the Empire are very strict: height must be over 174, age must be under 23, no glasses, good health, and of pure blood.
After passing the physical examination, they will have to undergo multi-dimensional tests, including physical strength, endurance, ability to apply knowledge, quick reaction ability, courage to sacrifice for the country, plus a 20-minute intelligence test.
Among them, the examination of pure bloodline was extremely strict. The bloodline examination can be traced back to 1800, and was later stipulated to 1650.
"Perhaps, father doesn't want my brother to get involved in politics..."
Your voice was shaking, and your calf kicked reflexively. His side hit the small black lacquered one-legged round table nearby. The glass rolled half a circle on the table, and the brandy fell quietly along the edge.
The floor gradually turned the color of brandy, a sickly brown-red. The light from the chandelier above softly sprinkled down, and the brandy rippled out, forming a flowing mirror that reflected the absurdity.
"Yes, I never resented my father. After all, he had been in the Wehrmacht for a long time and was influenced by the old-fashioned Prussian ways."
Feynz took a deep breath, and the winding blue veins on his arms were clearly visible. He carried you to the bay window, which had a not-so-high windowsill.
The man half-knelt down, one hand pressing on the windowsill for leverage, and the other hand tightly grasping your fair right ankle.
"That was when I met Campbell, a treacherous, inconsistent Englishman whom I was ashamed to have ever been friends with."
The sound that seemed to rise from the wooden floor suddenly stopped. Before you had time to digest the fact that Feyntz and Hurley were once friends, you were caught off guard. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the edge of the bay window, and you sobbed to the point of collapse.
Outside the window, the sky was a deep gray-blue. Time passed quietly, and a hazy, unclear dark brown cloud gradually hung low on the horizon.
Feinz stood up and pulled you into his arms. The water stains on his face fell into the slightly tilted back curve of your neck. The warm feeling instantly made the blood in both of your veins accelerate again.
Your heart was burning with heat, and you took the initiative to hug his neck. He leaned over to cooperate, and you whispered an apology.
"Brother...Brother, I'm sorry, I, I couldn't help it..."
"Baby, you're doing great."
Feynman's voice was hoarse and several degrees lower than usual. He slightly straightened the wet blond hair stuck to the side of your face, then wiped his face hastily, and quickly put his lips against yours.
The kiss that was meant to declare a statement was softened by your gentleness in a short while, and the man began to touch your lips tentatively like a lover. When you were about to escape, the kiss became passionate and unbridled again, almost wanting to swallow up your weak breath.
After the kiss, you both huddled together tightly. Fiennes held your arm tightly, the veins on your wrist visible. His voice brushed against your ear, causing your drooping eyelashes to tremble uncontrollably.
"Yina, I hate deception the most."
"So don't lie to me again."
"Answer me, have you... kissed?"
You opened your mouth, the words of denial on the tip of your tongue, but this time, you were bewitched by him and hesitated.
Lying and telling the truth are like a pendulum that cannot be fixed on either side. It keeps swinging back and forth violently in the heart, and I don’t know which side it should lean towards.
This moment of hesitation was like the pendulum of a clock, striking Feynman's heart hard. With a dull thud in his heart, he carried you back to the sofa without hesitation.
The leather cushions of the sofa were obviously pressed by the weight of two people...
"Yina, once you get the pass, take Emma to Switzerland. Don't be afraid anymore. We are divorced, and your brother's status will not affect you and Emma. Campbell's people will pick you up in Zurich."
Feinz's voice was dry. He reached out and touched your face as if he were touching a piece of flawless white porcelain. He leaned his head back on the sofa and stared at the chandelier above his head.
"if……"
The chandelier suddenly flickered a few times, and with a "pop", a light bulb exploded. The light in the bedroom dimmed instantly, as if swallowed by the moisture of the night.
"If you still want to go back to that...home in London, then go back. When the war is over, I will come find you and Emma."
Hearing this, you finally recovered from your long trance. You supported yourself with your hands on his smoothly moving chest and abdominal muscles, and climbed up with the help of his strength. It felt like something was blocking your throat, not the kind of feeling like nausea, but crying.
"Brother... I, I have never liked..."
The sudden sound of electricity passing through the system made it impossible for you to speak out what was in your heart. The man's body was obviously startled. He lowered his eyes and gave you an ambiguous look, but did not dare to ask further.
You endured the headache and lay back on him. His calloused hands stroked your back again and again, and the burning heat in the air was slowly washed away.
You never liked blue cornflowers.
…
The next morning, Feynman took a car to Prague Castle again and did not return until late at night.
A depressing and heavy atmosphere surrounded the entire Clay Castle. The reason was simple: today was the highly anticipated day in history - August 25th.
The Imperial commander signed the surrender at the Montparnasse train station, where de Gaulle arrived at 5 p.m., crossed the Seine in an open carriage at 7 p.m., and delivered a speech that went down in history at the Hotel de Ville.
This "impromptu speech" was miraculously recorded by the BBC radio on the other side of the English Channel, and at 11 o'clock that night, it was quickly broadcast around the world through the radio by the "French Night" program.
"How can all of us here, in our country, in Paris, hide the emotion that is pouring out of our hearts? No! We will not hide this sacred, profound emotion."
“Some moments are destined to transcend the pitiful lives of each of us.”
Feinz stood in front of the restaurant window with a heavy face, looking over the corner of the black curtain at Theresienstadt across the moat.
There, in the camp settlement, there is a brilliant lecture, a concert by a star musician, or an outstanding children's opera.
The guards did not come to disturb Theresienstadt's unique cultural creation activities because such activities had long been approved by the supreme commander.
You, Emma, Daria, Susie, Schleicher, all of you sat at the dining table, like countless others, listening to that carefully composed liberation speech on the radio.
"Paris--!"
On the radio, de Gaulle's voice was like spring thunder, and there was no doubt that it exploded not only in the hearts of the French people, but also in the hearts of people around the world.
"Paris is angry! Paris is devastated! Paris is in pain!"
There was a long pause. Schleicher could no longer control himself and tried to turn off the radio, but was stopped by Daria who was sitting next to him.
"But Paris—"
"Liberated!"
The voice on the radio continued.
At this moment, the French people sitting in front of many transistor radios were intoxicated by de Gaulle's speech, with the same sacred piety on their faces as when they were listening to the Gospel.
“It is liberated by itself, by its people, with the help of the French army, with the help and support of all France, with the help and support of that fighting France, the only France, the true France, the eternal France!”
"To our army, to our beloved people, this difficult ordeal will never be forgotten. To the people's blood, the people's sorrow, the people's hope. Now victory has come!"
"Ah, long live France!"
You didn't hear the second half of the speech because Schleicher changed the channel and tuned back to the Reich Channel.
"Assholes! The Paris garrison surrendered so easily! They're committing treason! They're betraying the Empire!"
Schleicher's eyes were bloodshot, and anger exploded in his chest, tearing away the usual smile on his face.
Feinz closed the black curtain tightly and walked towards the restaurant window. His deep blue eyes were dark as he responded to Schleicher, but his gaze seemed to casually glance over where you were.
"It is doubtful that Charles de Gaulle will survive tomorrow."
You looked at him, and instantly thought of the so-called mission that Feintz had told you the night before.
At the same time, the voice of the Minister of Propaganda roared on the radio.
"Have children! Have children at all costs! Every man in the army must have a child before he goes to the battlefield!"
"You are insignificant, your children are everything! With children, even if we must die, the Empire will live forever!"
"All single Aryan women and widows of fallen soldiers must enter into 'national emergency marriages' with 'battle-tested and genetically healthy' military men! Any woman who has an abortion or attempts to have one during a national emergency will be sentenced to immediate death!"
Emma didn't like the man's voice. She seemed very scared in your arms, stammering "Mom". Her upper and lower lips trembled when she spoke, like an uneasy little rabbit.
You heard the broadcast, shocked by the madness of the Imperial Propaganda Minister. You hugged Emma in your arms and comforted your daughter, "Little Bunny, don't be afraid."
Schleicher was so angry that he kept spinning in circles. "Is that damn goat crazy? Aren't there enough children at the Fountain of Life Center?"
"Goat" is the nickname of the Minister of the Imperial Propaganda Department. This word is similar to "Teddy" in the Chinese context. It is mainly because he used to use his position as minister to have relationships with various actresses, thus getting this nickname.
However, among the many beauties, the image of his beloved Czech actress Lida Barová, which he deliberately created, is widely known.
"Father adopted a boy from the Wellspring Center for us and named him Klaus. It is said that his mother was a French woman."
Dalia also had a worried look on her face. She said to Schleicher, "Herbert, we already have a child, so we don't need to have another one..."
"Dahlia, you don't have to worry. It's Fel who should be worried!"
Schleicher looked sideways and saw the melancholy expression on your face, and his anger rose again. He turned his gaze to Feintz who was also standing beside you. He was looking at you and Emma thoughtfully.
Since the promulgation of the Empire's "Collective Responsibility Act", a large number of officers have tried to sever their marital ties through divorce and evade family joint responsibility, and the easy surrender of the Paris garrison once again caused panic in the empire.
With the empire on the verge of collapse, the Minister of Propaganda actually came up with the despicable idea of using children to distract officers heading to the front lines.
Feints thought for a moment and then replied, "It may take some time for the formal bill to be passed. Once we get the pass, we'll leave immediately."
The worry on your face didn’t dissipate much after hearing your brother’s words. In the past, whenever Feinz wanted to send you to Switzerland, you would be punished by the system’s electric current, but this time, the system was so silent that it made you panic.
Emma leaned her little head on her mother's arms, playing with the buttons on her mother's clothes, and her eyes gradually closed sleepily.
Schleicher scratched the back of his blond hair irritably and said something serious that was about to shock everyone present.
"If it really doesn't work, I'll go with Ina..."
Your eyebrows twitched, remembering his ridiculous remarks. You quickly stood up holding the drowsy Emma in your arms, taking the opportunity to interrupt him and said to the others, "I'm going back to my room first."
You were leaving, and Susie and Dalia followed suit. After the ladies left, Feinz lit a cigarette for himself.
He walked over to Schleicher and asked, "What do you say about Ina?"
Schleicher's smile remained unchanged. He folded his arms across his chest and said in a pretentious manner, "Fell, this is a secret between Ina and me. She's rather shy, so don't ask."
There was a look of impatience on Feinz's face. He lowered his eyes and watched the burnt ashes fall bit by bit. He shook off the ashes that accidentally fell on his military boots.
Then he raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as an eagle, and there was an unmistakable warning in his eyes.
"Herbert, if you do anything to hurt Ina again, we will no longer be brothers and I will kill you."
"That depends on how you define the word 'harm'."
Schleicher suddenly smiled, shrugged nonchalantly, and with a look of wanting a beating on his face, he gracefully lifted the chair in the dining room and silently put it back in its place.
"Fell, the right to define is of course in Ina's hands. No matter what you do, you can't interfere with her heart."
Feints hated nonsense.
But Schleicher's words were like a sharp knife that instantly pierced his heart.
Because Feints thought of your experience in London in the intelligence personnel file information sent by the Intelligence Bureau, which had been completely destroyed.
…
On the third day after Feynz returned, after breakfast, Schleicher and Daria saw her off at Lida Baarova's request. You and Feynz also saw her off out of courtesy.
Charles de Gaulle's speech last night spread quickly throughout the occupied areas, and the resistance movement was gaining momentum again. The lover of the Imperial Propaganda Minister did not dare to stay in the Castle of Clay any longer, for fear of giving people another excuse to criticize him.
After all, everyone knew that the war would be over soon, and once it was over, a brutal reckoning would follow.
"Brother, I'm a little curious."
"Um?"
When you and Feinz returned to the castle, you couldn't help but express your doubts. The two of you held hands and intertwined your fingers.
"Isn't Miss Barova the minister's secret lover? Why does Schleicher seem to respect her so much... Oh, forget it, this is a bit embarrassing..."
You feel like you're acting like a gossip, so you stop talking.
Judging from Miss Barova's disdainful attitude towards the third party, it is estimated that she did not want to be the mistress voluntarily. Your behavior of talking about her behind her back is somewhat contemptible.
The guard passing by saluted loudly. You tilted your head to take a look, then looked away.
Two guards were carrying a huge wooden box that was to be sent to the children's camp in Theresienstadt across the river. The box contained animal costumes for children to wear during children's opera performances.
Those were new costumes for the opera performance that the camp commander had kindly ordered to be dug out from the warehouse at Clay Castle in recognition of the children's successful puppet show performance.
After returning the salute from the guard, Feinz said to you, "Besides the minister, the most important thing is that the Führer also likes her."
"ah?"
You seemed to have just heard some party secrets from Feinz.
Over there, Schleicher and Daria, who had sent Barova away, also followed, and a familiar, annoying voice floated over from behind you.
"She looks a lot like Raubal, and the Führer loves her too."
You and Feints stopped walking and you turned around, even more confused, “Laubal?”
"Yes. It's Gerry Raubal, the Führer's deceased lover." Feinz tightened his grip on your hand and explained to you.
"Not only a lover, but also the daughter of the Führer's sister."
Schleicher whistled frivolously, then shook his head with emotion, which made Daria, who was standing next to him, look even more speechless.
"Ah, love, how you sprouted is so confusing and confusing. It's terrible, really terrible!"
Dalia secretly twisted Schleicher's lower back, and someone immediately bounced out on the spot, barking in dissatisfaction like Louis.
"Dalia! Where's your noble lady demeanor? You're just pretending! I've told my father countless times, but he just won't believe me!"
Dahlia shot back, "Herbert! Keep what you shouldn't say in your heart! Don't taint Ina's ears with some dirty connections!"
"What I said is clearly the truth. Damn it, you're really going to make me faint. Dalia von Bartholdi, as soon as you get the pass, hurry up and get to Zurich, so that father won't have to worry anymore!"
Schleicher and Daria were still bickering, and here, you, who knew the inside story, looked up at Feintz awkwardly. When your eyes met, the man raised his eyebrows as if nothing had happened.
You could only complain silently in your heart that mental illness can actually be transmitted between idols and fans across generations. That man clearly set a very wrong example.
In the distance, you see Susie running towards you in a hurry. The panicked expression on her face undoubtedly tells everyone that something terrible has happened.
Susie was gasping for breath, tears streaming down her face and she was having trouble speaking.
"Master, Miss, the young lady is not...missing!"
I mentioned before that a big guy would appear in the Czech chapter, and he's coming in the next chapter! It's no exaggeration to say that the reason I wrote the Czech chapter was entirely because of him!!
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