Nine Hundred and Fifty Four Childhood

Dim sunlight shot into the interior of the compartment from the broken hole in the roof canvas, and a pair of bright eyes looked at everything around him curiously. These teenage children were searched from Germany by the Bailanhua Group. The orphans who came here, whose parents died in the last war, left a broken and incomplete world to these poor little lives.

The miserable life and desperate situation made these children have an unforgettable childhood. Starvation is only the most elementary suffering. Many people competed for their own chassis under the Shuigou Bridge, fighting for a dead mouse. bloody war.

At that time, there was only mud and darkness in their minds, and even they themselves didn't know where they would die in the next second, becoming the forgotten dust of this world.

The car suddenly stopped moving forward, and everyone swayed because of the sudden stop, and then the little boy leaning in the compartment looked past the other children and stared curiously at the canvas curtain covering the rear of the car.

Suddenly, the curtain was lifted from the outside, and the sunlight flooded into the dark interior of the car, and the dust rolled up and down under the light. The boy narrowed his eyes and looked at the outside world curiously.

"Get out of the car! Get out of the car!" A German officer wearing an SS uniform yelled loudly, and then the boys and girls stumbled out of the truck, and looked at it curiously. everything around. The tall barbed wire fence is covered with sharp spikes, and on the tall lookout post, there is a terrifying machine gun. All these things seem too unreal to teenagers, until later they realize that everything here is actually evil and extremely unfriendly.

"Everyone! Take off your clothes! Hurry up! Otherwise, you will die here! Hurry up!" The SS officer roared loudly, his voice sounded terrifying. The little boy pushed and shoved with some children around him, finally stood in line, and began to take off his thin dirty clothes in the already slightly cold weather.

"Ren! Ren? Hart!" The doctor in a white coat stood next to the little boy with a statistical form and confirmed loudly. After seeing the little boy's answer, he nodded to indicate that he could pass the inspection—so he called Ren The little boy walked towards the aisle naked, turning his head from time to time to see his friends who hadn't passed the inspection.

The huge water gun sprayed cold water to wash Ren's body. He squinted his eyes and felt the biting cold all over his body. When he came, he signed an agreement, which clearly stated that he was willing to do any terrible thing in order to eat bread. Now they are actually non-existent people, military supplies legally sold by the German military.

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An SS officer with his hands behind his back stood on the podium, staring with terrifying eyes at the children standing with their hands behind their backs. His voice is still echoing,

In the empty classroom, fierce and terrifying: "You are going to starve to death on the street! Because you have not contributed to the whole country at all! The head of state thinks that you should be given a chance to survive, so you have the opportunity to be selected here !"

"So you must remember your savior, if there is no head of state, there will be no you! No. 1! Come and answer my question loudly... Who is your father?" The officer walked off the podium and came to a trembling In front of the boy, he asked loudly.

"Akado? Rudolph is my father!" The little boy hurriedly replied: "I am willing to give up my life for him! Instructor!"

"Very good!" The instructor walked up to the second little boy, still asking the same question: "No! Come and answer my question loudly... who is your father?"

"Akado? Rudolph is my father!" Ren, who was standing there, replied loudly with his hands behind his back. His voice was extremely clear, without any trace of fear: "I am willing to give up my life for him, instructor!"

"Very good!" The instructor passed Rennes, walked in front of the third child, and continued to question the same topic. His voice is like twisted metal, which makes people feel uneasy.

The third child is a little girl who doesn't look pretty. She is frustrated by her cut hair. She shed tears and doesn't answer the instructor's question. Seeing the instructor crying loudly, she asks to leave here and go back to the original place. go.

"The answer is wrong..." The instructor squeezed out a smile, and then he took out the beautiful-looking pistol from behind, pointed it at the little girl's head, and pulled the trigger directly.

"Boom!" With a gunshot, blood splashed on Ren's face covered with small freckles. Ren didn't turn his face to look at the dead little girl beside him like everyone else, but still stood there as if nothing had happened.

People die here every day. As an old man here, Ryan has long been familiar with it. He can ask the instructor for a new set of military uniforms, because he is the best student in this class.

"Ren!..." The instructor handed the pistol to the little boy standing there motionless: "Ask the rest for me... Killing these children really makes me sick... They enjoy this country The best treatment, but I don't know how to repay you..."

"Of order, sir!" Ryan took the pistol, walked up to another newcomer, and asked in a skilled tone: "No. 4! Come and answer my question loudly... Who is your father? Hurry up answer!"

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"Shoot!" An instructor held a pistol and stared at the back of Ren's head, and Ren held a pistol against an old Russian woman who didn't know where he got it. The other party kept muttering about Ren. He couldn't understand Russian, and Ren was hesitating whether to pull the trigger pressed behind his finger.

"Shoot! If you don't shoot again, I will shoot!" The instructor yelled loudly, and not far from Ren, another officer had already fired, killing the student who refused to shoot in front .

"Ah!" Ren yelled with his eyes closed, and then pulled his trigger. Because of shouting and closing his eyes, the gun in his hand moved, and the bullet hit the old lady's chest. The old lady screamed, but did not die immediately. Those dull eyes stared at Ren, as if he didn't know what turned a boy into such a vicious devil.

Wren opened his eyes, then fired another shot into the old woman's face, then he continued to pull the trigger and fired a third shot. He seemed to want to forget the old woman's face, he seemed to want to bloody the doubting eyes with bullets.

A month later, it was still the same school grounds, and there was still a row of civilians muttering something in Russian. Ren walked up to the first man with a pistol in his hand, smiled, then raised the pistol in his hand and shot through the man's head.

Then he walked up to the second person, smiled and said good afternoon, and then pointed the pistol at the other person's head again and pulled the trigger. After a gunshot, he glanced at the blood-stained leather boots under his feet, and walked towards the third person.

"He is our best..." A German SS soldier who lit a cigarette smiled and looked into the distance, the teenager who was walking towards the tenth prisoner with a pistol: "Wait until the things here are over, I think he should be assigned to the Führer's guard."

A Soviet officer leaned forward to borrow a fire to light the cigarette on his mouth, smiled at the German officer with a disdainful expression and said, "This is your best? It's too ordinary. You know, In this school, the most powerful person is always Wolf of our Soviet Union."

Not far away, the boy once again raised his pistol and pointed it at the head of the last prisoner. He didn't know that there were two officers watching him in the distance, he just smiled cleanly, and then raised his pistol: "I'm sorry, sir, I have to live, so please die."

"I'm a teacher! You have no right to shoot me! Stalin says I'm a traitor, but I'm just a primary school teacher. They're trying to usurp my wife, so send me here, please..." The man said with Russian quickly begged for mercy, but Ren still had an innocent expression on his face.

He ignored the other party's excited expression, and did not waver in the slightest. After pulling the trigger and watching the bullet penetrate the Soviet teacher's head, Ren started to walk back with a pistol in his hand. He passed by and got stuck on the piles one after another. dead body, as if passing a row of country fences.

In the square behind Ren, a row of new teenagers were wrestling with each other in groups of two. This is the most basic fighting lesson. Once the course is over, only half of them survive to go to the cafeteria to get a meal.

"I bet a French cigarette that our Renn is better than your Wolff." The German officer looked at Renn Hart who walked into the barracks, and suddenly said a bet full of temptation.

"Then you're going to lose badly. I'll offer you three bottles of good vodka, and I'll bet that Wolff can kill Ren." The Soviet officer obviously had no reason to refuse. This is the most fun entertainment here, a An interesting game worth enjoying.

Behind the two of them, outside the gate of the entire camp, on a simple plaque, the name of this place was engraved in Russian and German respectively - Wolf Knight Training Program Experimental Center.