Germanic Officer x You Who Traveled Across Time (Fifty-Nine)
Chapter 59 Bloody Reunion
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The train started moving.
This express military train attached to the Quartermaster General's Office had a total of 23 carriages, most of which were sealed tanks that were once used to transport livestock.
The jars were filled with strategic materials urgently needed on the Eastern Front, such as potatoes and radishes. They were walking food depots that would be transported to the German army fighting fiercely in Warsaw.
The only hard-seat carriage that was added temporarily was dirty, filthy and dusty, and inside it sat thirty-seven teenagers with an average age of seventeen.
The Reich's greatest punishment for children who voluntarily accepted the poisoning of swing music was to send them to the Eastern Front as auxiliary reserves.
The children, who were originally indulging themselves at the party, were completely filled with fear until they were sent on the train.
Every bump was like a huge winnowing basket that lifted the hearts of these children into the air and then dropped them down.
The heavy sound of the fully loaded carriages pierced the blue sky, and the wheels rolled over the gaps in the rails, making a clanging sound, which was the unique voice of communication between steel in war.
You are sitting by the window. The heavy rain outside has stopped, leaving only raindrops still clinging to the dirty glass. You are lost in thought as you stare at the raindrops swaying constantly as the train shakes.
Schleicher got your honorary Aryan identity card back from Major Frank at Prague Castle, but this time the document was invalid again. Daria urgently contacted someone in Weimar to take care of it.
Everything was done so quickly, from review and enrollment to packing and preparation of supplies, in less than two days you were sent on the express military train.
You feel like you are escaping from a chaotic war, and before you are ready, you are about to arrive in another place where your life and death are uncertain.
Without making any proper preparations, you know that everything is deliberately arranged by the system. You are unable to resist and are unarmed. You can only remain calm.
"Yina, I'm really sorry for getting you into trouble this time."
Lily saw you lost in thought and apologized. You were about to go to the front lines together, so you were considered comrades, so you told her your nickname.
You shifted your gaze from the window to the interior of the car. "Lily, no one expected things to turn out this way. You don't have to feel sorry."
"Yes, Ina, you're right. No one thought it would develop like this, just like no one thought the empire would lose Paris..."
Lily looked at all the emotions in your unconcealed light blue eyes, and then her right hand, which was placed at her side, quietly clenched into a fist.
"You know, my relatives are in Ba..."
Suddenly someone interrupted and said, "Listen! What's that sound?"
Although the wheels of the military train rubbed against the rails and the noise of metal colliding with each other was very loud, everyone could still distinguish the roar of the plane.
No one could ignore that sound. The huge roar was like the roar of a steel monster, tearing the silent sky apart with its huge mouth of the abyss.
"Hide! Get under the tin lid!"
The quartermaster in charge of escorting your auxiliary reserve personnel shouted angrily.
Everyone took action immediately, hiding behind the covers. Some of the metal covers were even half rusted away. Everyone held their breath, and as the Grim Reaper was about to swing his scythe, no one was without fear.
You hid under the tin cover, and Lily hugged your arms tightly.
You almost held your breath and held her hand back. Your palms were wet, as if a snail had crawled into Lily's hands from the rain outside.
Suddenly, a bomber swooped down towards the military train like a vulture hunting. The noise became louder and louder, as if someone had moved the engine to their ears.
The bombers hovered briefly over the military train.
It was as if he was distinguishing between the supply carriage and the passenger carriage, or as if he had seen the bright, huge red cross sign on the express military train that was used to confuse the enemy.
Gradually, the roar of the engine slowed down, and the bomber suddenly raised its head and left the nearby military column, circled in the air, and flew sideways to the east.
Some children cheered: "There is a Red Cross logo on the train! The Red Cross is protected by international law! They wouldn't dare..."
"Don't come out! Get under the iron sheet—!"
In a flash, you grabbed Lily's sleeve as she was about to leave and pulled her back with force. Under the impact, Lily fell into your arms, and you put the iron lid back on each other's heads.
The bomber, which was originally flying towards the east, suddenly made a big turn and dived almost straight down like a huge meteor.
The machine guns spit out hot bullets and violent tongues of fire. The sound of iron gunfire from the top of the military train came one after another, accompanied by the screams of children, and fierce winds blew in from the walls of the carriages.
It seemed like a century.
Finally, the shooting stopped and the bombers returned.
"Lily...? Lily are you okay?"
Your voice is trembling and out of tune.
Lily also had a look of shock on her face, "Yi, Yina, I... I'm fine..."
Someone was injured, and Lily, a nurse, was helping to treat the situation. You were also trying your best to assist Lily in bandaging the injured person's wounds.
Before he left, Feynman told you that the train to Switzerland would have a Red Cross sign on it and would not be bombed.
The Geneva Convention stipulates that in wartime, the Red Cross serves as a protective symbol for field medical personnel, and no armed forces may launch military attacks against them, otherwise they will be regarded as war criminals.
But this time, they still attacked the train with the Red Cross logo, even though the Red Cross was deliberately set up to avoid bombing.
You were worried about your daughter who was about to go to Switzerland. While asking the system, you followed Lily's instructions and covered the injured child's wound with the sterile gauze in the first aid kit and bandaged him.
Soon, the express military train started moving again. No matter what happened along the way, it could not affect its journey to its final destination - Warsaw, Poland.
I don’t know how long the military train had been running, but the locomotive suddenly braked and screamed.
The wheels and rails rubbed violently, and the terrifying wheels were like uncontrollable beasts, and eventually rushed out of the railway.
"God, what's going on?"
The quartermaster and his team, who were in charge of escorting the military train, had already loaded their guns. They knew exactly what had happened. "Someone attacked the military train and they were going to rob supplies."
"Ina..."
"Lily, don't worry..."
Lily leaned close to you, and you swallowed and took out the Browning. There were six bullets in it, and you hadn't fired any of them.
Soon, a fierce battle broke out outside and gunfire rang out.
…
In the distance, there was a rumbling sound that made the earth tremble, and a Tiger tank painted with the number 149 and three Panther tanks that looked well-seasoned drove over.
The tanks in the front formed a pointed formation for searching and advancing, followed closely by military trucks and a jeep.
As he moved, the ground was banging loudly.
"Tanks spotted ahead on the left!"
Schleicher put down the binoculars from his eyes, picked up the headphones and throat intercom hanging on his belt, put them on his head, and adjusted the position.
There was a burst of noisy electricity in my ears, and the voice coming from the intercom was extremely excited: "Hey, Herbert, it's those Poles who escaped! A small TK-3!"
Schleicher held the headset with one hand and pressed the intercom switch with the other, saying in an arrogant tone: "Then kill them!"
Radio frequency adjustment: "Tiger, bereitzum Einsatz." (German: Tiger, ready)
The Panther tank commander's voice came from the headset: "Werkümmertsichdarum (German: Who will solve it?)"
Schleicher pressed the voice box in his throat, raised the corners of his mouth with a bloodthirsty smile, and his ice-blue eyes flashed with light, like a fallen Satan.
He replied: "Panzer, ichkümmeremichdarum." (German: Panther, I'll take care of it)
Load the ammunition, aim, press the firing button, "boom", the Tiger 149 opened fire, the shell flew over a distance with a sharp whistling sound, and penetrated directly under the body of the TK-3.
The dampness after the rain suppressed the flying dust, and the powerful impact force pushed the body of this small Polish tank to tremble violently.
The flames of the explosion had not yet broken through the iron plate of the TK-3, but the TK-3 exploded directly, and a powerful shock wave spread out, and the air wave carried the broken flesh and blood of the Polish soldiers in the tank into space.
"Bravo! Go check on the unlucky kid we almost got robbed!"
"It's not another cart of potatoes and turnips!"
"Moon, it's good to have something to eat!"
All the tanks started moving again, making a clanging sound of metal friction and black smoke coming out of the tail exhaust pipes. The military trucks and jeeps following the tanks for some distance also started moving again.
Observing from above, all the vehicles were marked with large red and black crosses, and swastika flags were ostentatiously spread on the tops of the tank turrets.
After arriving, Schleicher pushed open the hatch of the Tiger 149, took off his headphones and hung them on a hook beside him, used his right hand to support the hatch, and jumped out of the Tiger tank.
The sky was a faint orange, with charred earth and twisted metal fragments scattered all over the ground. The rails were damaged and broken, and the locomotive of the express military train was also damaged. Although it was not broken, it would take at least two or three days to repair it.
"Damn it! The reserve troops are really crazy and got kicked by the French mules! They actually sent a group of children to the front line!"
Moon cursed, "That's a child! This is the Eastern Front! I'd rather die on the battlefield than have a bunch of children collect my body!"
Schleicher also had a look of anger on his face. He threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the mud, crushed it hard with his military boots, and exhaled the last puff of smoke.
The quartermaster explained with a nod and a bow, firmly claiming that he was just an executor of the order. He also strongly disagreed with the practice of letting children serve as battlefield auxiliary personnel. Then he took his men to check the situation of supplies in a dejected manner.
The members of the Black Legion gathered together to smoke and chat. Schleicher, wearing a black leather jacket, put his hands on his hips, looked around the field, fixed his eyes in one direction, and his forehead twitched uncontrollably as he kicked.
He strode forward, his military boots making a slight friction sound as they stepped on the charred earth.
"Elan Hodgkin!"
You felt someone grabbing the back of your collar, and with a slight force, you swayed and turned around.
An incredulous face suddenly dilates in your pupils, and your ears hurt from the shock.
"Am I crazy, or are you crazy? Why did I meet you here?!"
The eyes of the people around you immediately fell on you. You felt so wronged that tears accumulated in your light blue eyes, rolling down their sides, and your vicious face became blurred.
I don’t know who started it, but the teasing whistles continued one after another.
Schleicher's forehead was still twitching, and he grabbed your waist and pulled you up hard. You hugged his neck and your legs naturally and lightly wrapped around his waist.
"Kitten, I was wrong, I was wrong. I shouldn't have yelled at you."
He coaxed you in a softer tone while leading you to the military train compartment.
You swallowed back your tears and told Schleicher about the swing party and also explained the situation of Daria and the others.
"What are you wearing?"
Schleicher put you down, dusted the cushion for you, and pressed your shoulders to let you sit down, with a look of disgust on his face.
You muttered softly, "Please, you're already dressed well like this..."
You are not actually dressed strangely, wearing a black short jacket over a gray sweater, but the color looks too old-fashioned.
Time was urgent and military supplies were insufficient. You boarded the military train without even being issued military uniforms or even imitation uniforms.
The above requirement is that you only need to wear military gray or dark brown clothes. The formal uniforms will be distributed by the logistics department of the camp.
Schleicher rubbed your head hard with a cold look in his eyes. "Those bastards, I'll take care of them all sooner or later when I get back! Where were they assigned to? The Red Cross field hospital?"
You shook your head. "It's the chemical defense backup department..."
"What?"
Someone was immediately so angry that he jumped up and down. If the German Shepherd in front of him really had a tail, his fur would probably stand up on the spot.
You don't have much objection to the assignment. You are a science student and you majored in chemistry. The auxiliary force of the chemical defense department should be considered a suitable professional position.
Besides, you chose physics, chemistry and geography as your subject in high school, and you don’t like biology at all.
"Where's Fair?"
"If you knew where he was, you wouldn't want to see him."
Schleicher said firmly, still pacing back and forth, thinking about how to get you back to the rear.
After a lot of brain cells died, someone couldn't help but sigh to the sky: "Yina, if Feier knew you were here, he would definitely kill me. Damn it! I should have been cruel enough to let you get pregnant!"
He turned around and said something serious and rude: "It's not too late to get pregnant now."
You were angry, so you sat on the seat of the military train and kicked him.
Schleicher grinned, stepping back and bending over, grabbing your right calf and squeezing it before letting go, his tone becoming serious.
"Kitten, I'm not kidding you. The battlefield is too cruel. You can't stay here..."
Just as you were about to nod in reply, someone started walking around in circles again, looking sad and sighing.
"No, I have to send you away before Fair knows you're here. That guy really plays when he gets crazy!"
"Why don't we give General Bach some gifts?"
"That's not going to work. My father still needs to step in. Damn it, I just cut ties with him!"
You are speechless and hold your forehead silently.
…
It takes time to repair the locomotive, but military supplies cannot wait. Batches of potatoes and radishes filled the accompanying military trucks and were first transported to the logistics camp. The majestic Tiger tanks and Panther tanks started and moved slowly.
Schleicher did not enter the tank, but handed over the commander's command to the gunner. He leaned against the door of the jeep and taught you.
"Ina, listen carefully."
"As the name suggests", when the Tiger's engine starts, it is as if a sleeping beast is awakened, making a low roar.
The roar of the Panther style is low and rhythmic, like a cheetah ready to pounce, awakening its muscles.
When driving, the sound of the Tiger's tracks rolling over the ground is like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, while the Panther's is a coherent and powerful rhythm, both fast and stable.
"If you hear these two voices on the battlefield, don't be afraid, they are our people."
You nodded, confused. “So…Russia, what’s that Russian tank noise?”
Schleicher scoffed, then opened the side door of the car and shoved you inside before walking half a circle around the car and getting in the driver’s seat.
"Don't worry, the Russians don't dare to cross the river. They are standing by and watching from the other side of the Vistula."
Are you surprised and just stand by and watch?
The jeep started up, and the taunts continued: "Instead of worrying about Russian tanks, it's better to be careful of British planes. Haha, no matter what, those damn Poles, no one can save them."
You sat in the passenger seat, watching the man with a hint of arrogance in his eyes.
It gets dark early in Warsaw. Schleicher stuck his head out of the car window and observed the sky. The night was falling, black silk was hanging, and the daylight was eerily bright.
He stretched his head back and couldn't help cursing.
You were talking to the system, asking about Emma’s situation, when he yelled back, “What’s wrong?”
"Kitten, the weather is terrible. We need to get back to camp quickly."
Ugh? Is the weather bad?
You leaned on the car window and began to look out. It was a night after the rain, and the moonlight poured down, exposing everything. The entire forest was stained with a faint silver glow.
Not long after, the deadly buzzing sound began to sound.
Schleicher leaned over and turned around, controlling the steering wheel with his left hand while pulling you back from the car window with his right hand. The look of fear on your face had not faded when you were pulled back.
Because you see a huge bug above the woods with bloody red eyes in the dark night. It is the nose of a fighter plane!
"Yina, lower your head!"
Schleicher slammed on the brakes, the wheels rubbed violently against the ground, the fighter planes strafed frantically, and the bullets falling like raindrops made the soft soil in the forest boil and splash like water.
Then, Schleicher quickly turned the steering wheel, and the jeep seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. The front of the car swung violently, and the body of the car tilted slightly when turning, speeding in the opposite direction.
The jeep passed through the gap and entered a larger, more obscured forest. The trees that covered the sky were so dense that even the moonlight was obscured. The car suddenly stopped in a cluster of trees, the car turned off, and the engine sound disappeared.
You looked at Schleicher silently, and Schleicher put his right index finger under his lips and made a silencing gesture to you.
The hum of the engine is getting closer and closer, and it seems to be hovering right above your heads.
Schleicher thought to himself, "Oh no!" He quickly opened the car door and picked you up from the passenger seat. With a strong roll, the two of you rolled under the bed of the jeep.
At the same time, the fighter jets carried out indiscriminate strafing before leaving. The dense bullets flew into the woods with a sharp whistling sound, scattering countless branches and leaves, and the roof of the jeep was also damaged.
You didn't get out from under the jeep until the fighter jets had completely left. You both sat on the ground, gasping for breath after surviving the disaster.
"Ina, is anything wrong?"
You swallowed in fear and shook your head at the man.
In the moonlight, your fair face was covered with dirt, but Schleicher didn't care. He pressed the back of your head hard. After so many times, you were familiar with his routine, and when his lips came over, you gave him a blow.
"Hiss, little cat, you're so clueless!"
You gave him a speechless look, picked yourself up from the ground, and dusted yourself off. “Hurry back to camp, Major!”
…
You officially joined the Armed Forces Chemical Defense Reserve Force and became an auxiliary member. Your first task was to deal with corpses.
Without exception, the doors and windows of all the houses they passed by were violently broken, and the streets were littered with broken glass. Soldiers used flamethrowers, crossing the streets and spraying fire at the dilapidated houses until the entire block became a sea of fire like hell.
Most of the people lying on the ground were naked because the cruel fire had burned all their clothes. The survivors were holding their children in their arms, wailing and seeking help.
Then they were driven to a wide area and forced to dig a trench that could accommodate hundreds or thousands of people. At the end of the digging, each of them was shot in the back of the neck and fell straight into the grave they dug.
You and your team explore the pit, checking for bodies floating on the surface, maybe there are still people alive, and you need to make sure they never survive again, but it seems no one is still alive.
Chemicals were sprayed over and over again on the land to prevent it from becoming an epidemic area.
The smell of rotting flesh was like a strong stench emanating from a swamp, a mixed smell of dampness, mildew, and some kind of biological decay, silently corroding every inch of the air. It was so strong that it made your stomach churn and your breathing become completely heavy and difficult.
You vomited until you were dizzy, held onto the edge of the huge pit, raised your head, and met him quietly again in a place where no one knew.
The man stood at the narrow end of the deep pit opposite, looking down at the hell of death with an expression of extreme contempt.
He was smoking, a scarlet spot flashed on the edge of his cold face, and a white mist gradually spread from the corner of his lips, covering his eyebrows and eyes that were so familiar to you that they scared you.
In a trance, it seemed as if someone picked up the submachine gun at your feet. You followed the series of gunshots and saw bright red blood gushing out. The wind could no longer dry the tears on your face.
"It seems to be an order from Commander von Kármán. It's really terrifying." Someone next to him said.
…
The man said, Black Legion, you must wipe out Warsaw within two months. We must completely wipe Warsaw off the world map. No man, woman, child, or baby should be spared. No prisoners are allowed. We must kill until the last Polish rebel surrenders.
At the same time, the Soviet army, whose front was heading towards Warsaw, Poland, was loitering outside the city, watching and hesitating to move forward. They were standing by and watching on the other side of the Vistula River in Warsaw.
The male protagonist has never been a good guy, and neither is Schleicher. In fact, I think the most suitable person for Ina in Germany is William ww
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