Officer x You (Fifty)
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The prison at Kleeburg was a gray building, and from its single open window one could see the perfectly symmetrical Theresienstadt camp in the distance.
Once inside the prison, there are no windows or clocks in the cells, and one can only rely on their senses to judge the almost distorted time.
The shock brought by the call did not last long, and then a vigilant silence spread like fog.
Until you pronounced that name, it was as if a bell was gently ringing in the fog, and the sound floated from distant Brussels, instantly penetrating the fog.
"Dietrich. I...I'm his sister."
"You might be confused as to why I know you, because I've seen a photo of you and your brother."
The cell was dim, and the sound of creaking and creaking joints could be heard faintly from the corner. The face that was stained with blood finally showed a trace of sadness and reminiscence.
The two looked at each other, and for a moment their minds were filled with thoughts. He understood German, but remained silent.
You thought about it, maybe that letter could convince him of your identity. A person's appearance can change, their voice can change, but their character can be seen in their writing and words, and people who are familiar with them should be able to distinguish them.
“…I’m eager to share with you what I’ve learned, because it gives me a strength that transcends nationality, race, and culture… I believe no one can claim to be righteous without batting an eyelid…”
The man's body trembled slightly, and his gray-blue eyes flickered with complex light in the dim light. After you finished reading the contents of the letter, the two of you sat in silence in the cell.
After a long silence, the other party finally spoke. His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if he had not been exposed to water for a long time, and his German voice had an accent.
"Zn?"
Your upper lip and lower lip collided, making a firm sound, but the organization's code name was like a heavy hammer hitting your heart.
If you were worried just now whether the other party would suspect you of being an enemy, now you are extremely afraid that he is a trap set by Schleicher, waiting for you to respond and then immediately determine that you are a spy.
While you were hesitating, the other party had already said his name and made a reasonable explanation.
"Don't be afraid, I'm Alexi. We've been in contact with the French Resistance, and I know Dick's sister Zn has been active on the front lines."
You are surprised. After communication, you learn that almost all members of the first underground committee of the Czechoslovak Republic have been arrested, and the radio stations that transmit information to Moscow have been destroyed. However, Jan Zika, the only party member of the first committee who has not been arrested, still established the second committee of the Czechoslovak Republic despite tremendous pressure.
Alexi was the representative sent by the Soviet Union to assist the Czechoslovak Republic in its resistance movement after the two countries signed a cooperation treaty in early December last year.
Unfortunately, he was betrayed by a traitor, and the SS stationed at Prague Castle did not get any information from him, so they sent him to Theresienstadt.
"Comrade Alexei, I'm Ina."
You systematically verified the truth of what he said in your mind, moved closer to the vertical wooden partition of the cell, and said your name.
"Yina, why are you locked up? Has your identity been exposed?"
"The spy's identity should not have been exposed. It's my bloodline that's the problem."
You shook your head at Alexei, unable to figure out where you had gone wrong, and the system was so secretive.
Feintz had taught you how to handle hair dye and letters before, and you had always done it the way he taught you.
Empty bottles of hair dye should not be disposed of casually, especially not thrown away randomly. Hair dye is an absolutely prohibited item. Once discovered, the Gaishi TB will track it down and pursue it relentlessly. The best way is to find a suitable opportunity to bury it underground.
Other hair dyes also need to be properly hidden and not left randomly to prevent surprise searches and comb-through raids by the TB.
As for letters, be sure to dispose of them after reading them. Do not store them in a suitcase or other place. It is safest to throw them into the fireplace and burn them until they are reduced to ash.
"Yina, I will help you escape."
Just a few words dispelled the cold fear that had lingered in your heart for a long time. The warmth from your comrades instantly wrapped your whole body tightly, bringing you a different kind of peace of mind.
Alexei poked his head out warily, the two square wooden tables at the cell entrance still unguarded, a dereliction of duty that gave you ample opportunity to talk.
He quickly told you, "There's an orphan among the SS guards. He was raised by Yiddish-speaking Russians. When he goes out to work, he hides among the planks. He'll help avoid the Germans and push the planks back over his head. Then, the planks will be carried out of the camp."
The plan is so bold that you can't help but feel nervous.
"Comrade Alexei, I can't leave. My daughter is still here. Besides, I haven't admitted the enemy's accusations. If I run away, I will confirm the charges they have brought against me. Is your plan thorough? When do you plan to act?"
Your right hand kept touching the wedding ring on your left hand, turning it around a few times, and without hesitation, you took off the wedding ring and threw it towards your comrade through the gap between the wooden partitions.
After Alexei escaped, survival must have been his primary consideration. The platinum diamond ring should be able to be exchanged for some food and clothing.
"We're still short of something. Once we get it, we'll take action immediately."
Alexei twisted the ring around and discovered the Latin words engraved on it. An increasingly strong hatred surged in his heart. The moment he thought of Dick, he felt a pain that touched his bones.
The French learned the truth about the death of the former leader of the Mendeleev Organization from British intelligence and passed it to the Czech liaison office.
So, Alexei finally found out the murderer who killed Dick - the owner of another men's wedding ring corresponding to the women's wedding ring on his hand.
But he did not show it on his face, and did not express anything. He hid the platinum ring that symbolized "pure love" as if it were a token of love.
"Comrade Ina, thank you."
This is an unparalleled moment, a sense of camaraderie that unites you all.
Although you were in different cells, you were still inseparable like steel. You talked freely, enjoying your cell as a playroom, forgetting that it was not bathed in sunlight, and not noticing the passage of time, day turning into night, today becoming yesterday.
Meanwhile, the world outside the prison has turned upside down.
…
The super-powered Mercedes-Benz 540K sped through the streets and alleys of Prague, and soon drove out of the city. The Bohemian fields were vast and boundless, the hop bracts were compact, and Czech farmers were picking them along the way.
The guards of Clay Castle were standing guard at the castle gate, rifles slung over their shoulders.
At this time, the Mercedes-Benz sped across the bridge connecting to Theresienstadt and stopped steadily in front of them under the watchful eyes of the guards in SS uniforms.
The guard was newly assigned to his post and was not familiar with his immediate superior's vehicle, so he asked to see his identification document.
Schleicher, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had a gloomy expression on his face since he came out of Prague Castle, and now it looked even uglier.
He suppressed his irritation and pulled out a gold chain from his uniform pocket. At the end of the gold chain was an SS identity card.
The guards inspected the oval steel plate with the seal, and after seeing the identity and number clearly, they immediately saluted solemnly and waved their flags. When the castle gate opened to a degree that vehicles could pass through, the Mercedes-Benz increased its speed and rushed in.
Schleicher has absolutely no time or energy left to think about you.
He went crazy over you yesterday at noon, and before he had time to sort out his thoughts in the afternoon, he was summoned by the newly appointed Governor of the Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia before the rain had even stopped. As a result, he received an emergency order in the middle of the night, and he drove all the way back to Theresienstadt before dawn.
Schleicher stood in front of the window, turning the aquamarine ring in his hand. The smile on the corner of his mouth had long disappeared without a trace. The fierce struggle between his conscience and his desires had been going on in his heart since the moment he received the order.
The telegram with the eagle emblem on the desk contained a top-secret order sent from Swan Island near the Wannsee Lake in Berlin at midnight yesterday.
All districts of Camp Theresienstadt must immediately and unconditionally carry out Operation 14f13 in secret, upon the orders of the Reich Minister of Propaganda. Violators will be subject to military court.
Outside the window, the tall lime trees were ravaged by a rainstorm, their leaves were blown off by the strong wind, and the dampness of the fine raindrops in the air hit my face directly, and the chill of death had penetrated into my heart.
Adjutant Eric knocked on the door and saluted, then stood aside to report on the documents in his hand.
"Sir, excluding the special elements held in prison, the Theresienstadt Men's and Women's Camps have each screened out 2,300 unqualified individuals, the Family Camp has screened out 620 unqualified individuals, and the Children's Camp..."
"Did I order a screening of the children's camp?"
A long voice came from the front of Eric.
Everything was going according to plan, but that damned Anglo-American coalition had ruined all the plans. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. The more angry he became, the more normal Schleicher's tone sounded.
Eric didn't understand the commander's implication and replied in a serious tone, "Sir, according to Berlin's instructions..."
Berlin, Berlin, what kind of order is this from Berlin!
The general is currently worried about the war situation in Warsaw and Xiao Gu's illness. The SS Division is working day and night to rush to the Vistula River front. The Minister of Propaganda, on the other hand, takes the opportunity to take over the job on Swan Island.
He is not qualified to disobey.
Damn it!
Schleicher was so angry that veins popped out on his forehead, and his already ugly face now looked even worse.
He couldn't control himself anymore, took a breath, turned around suddenly, made a fake kick at Eric, and put the aquamarine ring back into his military uniform pocket.
Eric remained unmoved, and immediately brought his legs together, slamming his heels together, and pressing his hands tightly against the seams of his army pants.
"Have the railway staff make arrangements immediately! Those damned pigs must be transported away today! I'll go to Bohusovice Station myself!"
Schleicher walked straight to his desk, angrily crumpled up the telegram containing the so-called top-secret instructions and threw it at the unfortunate Eric.
Then he stood in front of the table, his hands on his hips, an unhappy look on his face. After calming down for a moment, he quickly picked up the phone and connected with the outside communication.
"Connect me to Minister Swan Island's call."
Seeing Eric still standing there like a piece of wood, Schleicher became even more speechless. He covered his forehead with his right hand, then gave him a glare. Just as he was about to give an order, a gloomy voice came from the other side of the microphone.
"Your Excellency, I am Herbert von Schleicher, commander of the Theresienstadt camp and SS-Sturmbannführer."
Schleicher covered the microphone and silently mouthed to Eric who was about to leave: Danish pig, don't move, go to the prison first.
…
You slept on a haystack for a night. Alexi, who was taken to the Theresienstadt camp across the river to work, came back with good news that spread like wildfire throughout the camps.
Just yesterday, August 15th, the Allied forces had successfully landed in southern France. The Russians had reached the Vistula River in Warsaw, with heavy troops concentrated in Praga. The Empire was completely trapped in a situation where it was attacked from both the east and west fronts.
The man lying on the camp bed said weakly that this was the most shameful moment in his life and that this day would become a national day of infamy.
You sat on the haystack, leaning against the cold wall, lowered your eyes, and responded, "Comrade Alexi, the Allies will definitely liberate Paris by the end of August at the latest. The war will end soon, and victory is just around the corner."
Hurley told you the latest time for the liberation of Paris. The importance of Paris to the German Western Front is self-evident. Once Paris is liberated, the blow to the empire will undoubtedly be fatal.
"I also found something good. I soaked this Russian tobacco in gasoline, dried it, and then hid it on my body. The smell will confuse the German dogs."
Encouraged by the situation, Alexei smiled at you, a smile that was like a light from within, shining out through his gray-blue eyes and dancing on the bloodstained lines of his face.
He shows you the Russian tobacco he found, which is what he said was just missing.
"But the risks of escaping are still huge. I don't know if I'll run into SS men after I crawl out of the planks. That week's command..."
Just as you were about to speak, the iron door was pushed open heavily, and the cold and gloomy cell was suddenly filled with a pale yellow natural cold light, and the two people fell silent instantly.
The guard opened the cell door bolt with a key, and Eric grabbed your arm and pulled you up from the haystack, supporting and carrying you out.
You knew he was Schleicher's adjutant, and your headache made you too tired. You asked him in a thin voice, "Where are you going?"
Eric didn't answer at first. His attitude towards you changed 360 degrees. His attitude was as hard as granite. He just looked at you with an extremely pitying look. Finally, he calmly told you where you were going.
"Service camp."
Upon hearing this, Alexi in the cell next door could no longer remain calm. He grabbed the wooden partition bars tightly, and he didn't even feel the pain in his fingers and heart from the broken nails.
The full name of the service camp, Happy Service Camp, is a brothel specially set up in Theresienstadt, a city known for its death.
…
An old locomotive was crawling slowly along the railway line, with a clanging sound. Behind the locomotive were empty freight cars that were originally used to carry livestock, making harsh friction sounds.
With a deafening sound of "clang", the torn air made the sound, the train stopped, and a team of fully armed SS soldiers quickly ran forward and slammed open the doors of one carriage after another.
There were crowds of people in front of the train station, but there was a suffocating silence.
The limping people, wearing dirty blue and white striped prison uniforms and stretching their skinny necks, were no longer curious about everything around them and calmly accepted their fate of being transferred to Poland.
The SS soldiers were on edge, with whips tucked under their arms. Their shiny boots seemed to reflect their majestic looks. Whistles kept urging the troops to move, mixed with the barking of military dogs and the cracking of whips in the air.
The truck compartment was like a giant suction cup. Team after team of people were sucked in and squeezed tightly together. The turbid air could suffocate people on the spot. However, the suction force of the suction cup was so strong that more poor people were still swallowed in.
There was a chair in front of the platform, and Schleicher was sitting there with his legs crossed, surrounded by armed guards.
He lowered his head, still turning the aquamarine ring in his hand, indifferent to the shouting around him, his face showing the calmness of someone who had experienced too many such scenes.
Eric came jogging from Theresienstadt to Bohusovice railway station, stopped and shouted a loud "Hurray".
"Have you sent the lady back?"
The military dog suddenly barked wildly. At the SS's command, it jumped up, and its hind legs suddenly burst out with powerful muscle strength, biting the ankle of a lame man who was trying to escape.
Schleicher's already light questioning voice was immediately suppressed by the torrential wailing. He tilted his head, supported his elbows on the armrest of the chair, and looked quiet as if he was thinking.
Then he sat up straight and waved his hand nonchalantly. The SS who was always paying attention to his superiors' actions immediately understood what he meant.
The land of Bohemia was instantly covered in red, with limbs scattered everywhere and corpses lying everywhere. The people who witnessed everything scrambled to get on the truck like sardines, and those who were already on the truck stretched out their death hands to those who came later.
Eric ignored everything happening behind him, brought his right leg closer to his left, and reported, "Sir, I've confirmed again and again that there are no Danish pigs on this train."
Schleicher put the aquamarine ring back into his pocket and narrowed his eyes. "Eric, you didn't seem to hear my question clearly. My question is, did you send the lady back?"
At this moment, a burst of rapid whistles sounded, and the SS troops straightened their ranks. The train dispatcher in the dispatch room received the order to move the military train. He waved the flag, and accompanied by a long whistle, the jet of steam was like an invisible mountain, and the train started moving.
"Sir, Mrs. Hodgkin is now on the train."
"Eric Seidel! You better be kidding me!"
Schleicher's slow gaze suddenly froze. He lowered his crossed leg and stood up instantly as if a painful spot had been stepped on.
The only answer he got was Eric's silence.
Schleicher cursed loudly, turned around and shouted, "Stop the military train immediately!"
There was a flurry of activity behind them, and soon the SS rushed to the train dispatching room like swift legs. The others were so frightened by Schleicher's anger that they dared not move.
A minute later, with the screeching sound of brakes, the train stopped. People, confused as to what was happening, looked out through the gaps in the slats, feeling the pain of being baked in the strong sunlight, and prayed that the missing God would return to Theresienstadt again.
"Sir! The military train has stopped in compliance with the commander's order! Please give the next order!"
The SS soldier ran all the way, and after he stood firm, he raised his arm and saluted quickly, and the whip in his hand kept shaking like a rat's tail.
"Hurry up and find the people who are not on the screening list! Control the intensity! Don't kill them here!"
Schleicher was extremely angry. He had maintained his rationality for half a day, but now it was completely exhausted. He turned around, half squatted, and grabbed Eric's hair as he lay on the ground.
"Is anyone in there?"
Without waiting for the guard's reply, Schleicher gritted his teeth and laughed in disbelief, then realized it belatedly. "Eli, it was my father who asked you to keep an eye on me, right?"
"Sir, the Governor is thinking of you. Long live the Empire."
Eric, his face covered in dust, gave a resigned smile.
Schleicher stopped arguing with Eric, made a rough judgment, and then quickly stood up and left the platform. The rear door of the Mercedes-Benz was opened, and he quickly got in the car. The driver then stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
Swan Island, Chapter 14 (The plot on the purple eel is the complete version) The plot of the following chapters is related to the person who lives on Swan Island
Operation 14f13 is a new operation of the same type after Operation T4 in Chapter 12 ends.
The theme of the Czech chapter is "Paradise to Hell in a Flash," so the plot is still a little scary, but Ina will be fine, haha! (I'm stopping here because I put it off until today to write this chapter. I ran out of time, so I can only write it here.)
The Easter egg is a preview of the next chapter
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