Germanic Officer x You Who Traveled Across Time (Sixty-three)
Chapter 63 Lily's Curse
You and your team are carrying out the final chemical spraying work in the Wola area.
The wind blew up the paper wrapped around the corpse, making a tiny and mournful sound, gradually revealing the shriveled calves, sunken abdomen, and even the horrifying sight of those with distorted faces and eyes open after death.
Everyone had long been accustomed to all this. The war turned people's hearts into stone in just a few days.
You used the long hose of the sprayer to rewrap the paper surrounding the body and silently prayed for peace in your heart.
After a while, the sound of the broadcast came from far away and reached everyone's ears, with German and Polish languages playing side by side.
"Surrender. You must admit that Poland has lost the war again, and any subsequent sacrifices will be meaningless."
In the distance, an armored truck loaded with loud speakers slowly approached. You stopped spraying and pulled your teammate Hilda, who was still standing stupidly in the middle of the road, back to the side of the road.
The position suddenly changed: "...With almost no assistance, the Polish National Army lived up to the expectations of the people of Warsaw. We fought for a full sixty-three days, and everyone had reached the limit of their physical endurance..."
"I regret to tell you the heavy truth that it no longer makes sense to prolong the suffering of the people of Warsaw."
"I, Tadeusz Bor-Komorowski, hereby guarantee with my dignity and integrity that the lives of all Warsaw citizens who emerge from the bunkers will be guaranteed the most basic protection..."
At the beginning, someone couldn't hold on any longer. He was ready to be killed by the enemy on the spot. With tears in his eyes, he shouted miserably, "Poland will not perish." He opened his arms and ran out of the bunker on his own initiative, wanting to embrace the long-lost freedom for the last time before he died.
Later, people could tell that the exhausted, tearful voice belonged to General Komorowski, Commander-in-Chief of the Polish National Army. Under the earnest persuasion of this battle-hardened veteran, more and more people chose to leave the bunkers...
When people came out of the underground bunkers, they found that Warsaw was left in ruins.
You can't describe the scene before you: row after row of old people and children walking, men and women supporting each other, endless, endless, one, two, one hundred, two hundred, and the number of people is still growing by hundreds and thousands...
People wore wrinkled earth-gray soft hats and coats stained with dust and blood, whose original colors could no longer be seen. They carried luggage, pushed bicycles and strollers without babies, and walked while looking at their homeland that had become a ruin.
There was a sorrow in their eyes that could not be described in any words, as if their homes had been destroyed overnight, and as if the whole world had lost its color, leaving only grayness and deathly silence.
On October 2, after people finally realized that the Soviet army would no longer come to support Warsaw, the Poles chose to surrender with tears and blood.
A vast sea of ground forces marched into the outskirts of Warsaw in triumph. The empty streets were instantly filled with soldiers in gray-black uniforms. Leading the charge was the dreaded 3rd Skeleton Armored Division, which was assigned to suppress the Warsaw Uprising.
They raised the flag, and the German supreme commander, General Bach, waved his arms on the makeshift platform, and all the soldiers cheered.
Soon the shouts were replaced by the same slogan, and the sound of "Long live" resounded over Warsaw with overwhelming momentum.
Immediately afterwards, rows of soldiers stepped out, unleashed their safety pins in unison, and fired into the air. Clear and resounding gunshots pierced the gray sky, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The German army is saluting their fallen comrades by firing guns to tell them that their sacrifice was not in vain.
"For every German life, a thousand Polish pigs must be killed." This is not just a rant controlled by anger.
Just last month, in a fierce battle southwest of Warsaw, a bullet fired from the darkness killed a German company commander. The angry Germans took 300 Polish prisoners of war to a ditch and machine-gunned them, leaving their bodies scattered on both sides of the road.
In full view of the public, General Komorowsky, commander-in-chief of the Polish National Army, signed and submitted the surrender document.
Thanks to the mediation of the British and American Allies, the German army agreed to the requests of Churchill and Roosevelt and treated the soldiers of the Polish National Army as regular Allied prisoners of war.
However, the surviving citizens of Warsaw were loaded into trucks and sent to German JZH camps, where they were forced to do forced labor.
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Temporary military hospital.
Schleicher sat beside you, a rare look of worry on his face. You were lying on a clean bed. After taking antibiotics, you had a high fever again and now you have no strength at all.
Your left forearm is bandaged with gauze, where a long gash was left by a rusty iron nail protruding from the ground where you tripped over a corpse and fell to the ground.
"Herbert, please stop looking at me like that. You make me feel like I'm dying..."
In the collective ward, regardless of gender, the noise around you makes your voice seem even weaker.
Hearing you say this, Schleicher's face barely regained a normal expression. He helped you stack the pillows so that you could lean on them comfortably.
"Kitten, I have good news for you."
You guessed what he was going to say, gave him a genuine smile, and mouthed the word "Emma" to him in affirmation.
Sure enough, the German Shepherd in front of him was shocked: "Yina, how did you know?"
In fact, you almost always ask about your daughter when you talk to the system every day, so you naturally know that the transfer of children has made follow-up progress. Emma has already boarded the train to Switzerland and arrived in Zurich smoothly. Schleicher is still delayed in receiving news at the front line.
You imitated his usual behavior and joked, "That's called a mother-daughter bond."
Schleicher was quiet for once, looking at your heavily bandaged left forearm, as if you had fallen into the water.
He lowered his head carefully and kissed the place where the black tattoo was covered through the gauze.
"Kitten, the train has already left. You can't go to Switzerland..."
The man's tone was low, and he sighed with regret. He kissed her again: "Why don't you go back to my home, Ina, the Dresden you visited last time. Saxony is actually my mother's home..."
If mom were still alive, she would definitely like you very much.
"Hey, fellow countryman, I'm also from Saxony. Although not Dresden, it's Leipzig, which is comparable to Dresden."
The teasing sound made Schleicher's facial muscles twitch unconsciously. He resisted the urge to take the aquamarine ring out of his pocket right now, and instead gently held your left hand and looked up.
A rope hung from the ceiling, suspending the plaster-wrapped arm of the soldier in the next bed like an eagle's outstretched wings.
The soldiers privately called it "Stuka" because the arm in the plaster cast was extended at a certain angle, like the wing of the German ace bomber Stuka.
Amidst the noise of the collective ward, the older boy flashed you a broad smile, "Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I just have very sensitive ears."
Schleicher returned the young war hero's smile and then retracted his gaze.
He dragged the stool, lay down sideways, found a comfortable angle and put his face directly on the bed, then stretched out his long arms and hugged your legs through the quilt.
You tugged at his golden hair and asked him a question you had wanted to ask him for a long time, "Why did you insist on coming to the Eastern Front..."
"Section 226 of the German Criminal Code clearly states that any criminal who has committed a crime against the Reich will be automatically and unconditionally pardoned if he dies on the battlefield."
Schleicher answered with his eyes closed, telling you his thoughts without hesitation, hoping to seek some comfort from you.
Died on the battlefield...
Did he actually consider himself a criminal of the Empire? Was he "disobeying" the Empire because he refused to screen the child camp?
You never thought that the optimistic Schleicher would have the same world-weary thoughts as William. You were shocked and didn't know how to start. Then, a dissatisfied voice came from the bed next to you again.
"I say, brother, why can you still have a relationship when you go to the battlefield, but my Marlene and I are forced to separate? This is not fair at all."
The other party mistakenly thinks that you are in a romantic relationship.
Schleicher, who had buried his face in the bed, had his right eyelid twitching. He climbed up impatiently and accidentally touched your left forearm, causing physiological tears to well up in your light blue eyes in an instant.
Schleicher felt regretful and blamed himself. He frantically rubbed and blew on you, but it only made your pain worse. He apologized hurriedly, and his face, which was sometimes fierce and sometimes full of childishness, was full of heartache.
The culprit in the bed next to you continued to nonchalantly gnaw on half of the apple whose flesh had oxidized and changed color with his intact arm, turning his head to glance at you from time to time and commenting non-stop.
"The world is unfair, the world is unfair."
"Marcus, what are you lamenting about?"
Lily entered the collective ward carrying an iron tray filled with cotton wool, gauze, dressings, bandages, and syringes. Shouts rang out one after another.
"Nurse, it hurts here, please come and see me first!"
"Get lost, Daniel! You're so full of energy, how can you possibly be in pain? Nurse, I have a higher number, so please look at me first!"
"Me, look at me!"
All of a sudden, Lily was called away by the group of soldiers with shining eyes. Amid the noise, Schleicher took the opportunity to talk to you again.
"Kitten, do you know how to kill someone?"
ah?
You are stunned by someone's lively and innovative thinking. How did the topic suddenly turn to this?
"Not with a gun, but with a knife."
Schleicher asked and answered himself, standing up and moving closer to you, his warm hands touching your slender neck as he measured it with his thumb and index finger.
"Get close to the enemy, get closer to the enemy. If you keep doing this, you'll cut the arteries in the throat and neck. The blood will suffocate the enemy to death."
The man symbolically brushed your neck with his thumb, and you seemed to feel the tearing pain as the sharp dagger scratched your skin tissue.
In the dislocation of your bodies, you accidentally caught a flash of emotion in Lily's eyes standing in front of you through Schleicher's body. It was exactly the same as the monstrous hatred of the former Duchess of La Rochelle.
You shuddered involuntarily and gasped.
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