Chapter 2757 Help

"Damn, I'm almost frozen, it feels like I fell into an ice hole on the lake in winter."

He found a few rags to wipe himself dry, and then put on the dirty, sweaty, but at least dry military uniform.

Alsim, who was barely better, was still shivering, and the impact of the low temperature of the groundwater that poured into the subway tunnel had not been completely eliminated. Alsim, the iron-clad "Slavic Superman", wanted to fully recover, at least for now, it still took some time and means.

At this time, Alsim, who was thinking about getting some chocolate to eat and replenishing calories, had no time to speak, but the group of German female refugees who were also on the platform and not far away, took the initiative to help them without Alsim paying any attention to them.

"Mr. Officer, you look terrible. Do you want to come over and warm yourself by the fire?"

As usual, it was the old woman who had revealed important intelligence to Alsim's team not long ago. Now she came to Alsim with a hunched back and a cane, inviting him and hoping to help.

Alsim, blinking his big confused eyes, didn't understand what the old woman meant at all. After all, he was uneducated and a rough Siberian

"She asked you to warm yourself by the fire. Don't hold on. Go over first! I'll be there soon. You can't fight like this now."

Hearing the company deputy who was changing clothes behind him say this, Alsim, who really felt that the bonfire was irresistible, didn't say any more nonsense.

Alsim was not a person who cared too much about his reputation. Although he was not educated, he was always pragmatic. Now he didn't care about the details of the gossips. No matter what it was, it was not as important as recovering his body temperature.

"And you, you are all wet. Come and warm up."

The old lady invited Alsim alone. All the ordinary soldiers who were either soaked or half soaked were treated the same.

Knowing that pragmatism was far more important than face at this time, Alsim didn't pretend. All the combat engineers who were wet and wet, including himself, soon came to the bonfires and started to warm themselves around them in groups of three or five.

The other platoon responsible for staying at the subway station entrance was also not idle. A large group of people ran back to the ground.

They got into the infantry fighting vehicle, which was full of all kinds of stuff, as rich as Doraemon's pocket, and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to get out a lot of high-calorie military rations to replenish the physical energy of their wet comrades.

Candies, chocolates, canned beef, canned pork covered with a thick layer of fat, various biscuits, and even half-eaten and half-left bread. In short, basically all the edible things were taken out.

The Alsim team, which was seriously exhausted, also accepted everything and ate whatever was sent to them. They didn't care whether it was leftovers from others. As long as it contained high calories and could quickly restore physical energy, it was a good thing and an absolutely practical necessity at the moment.

Sitting in front of the fire, frantically sweeping all kinds of food and quickly replenishing physical energy, Alsim, who felt more and more energetic, didn't even care to lift his head at first. He wanted to stuff his whole head into the canned pork, and only cared about the canned food that was almost stuffed into his mouth.

Alsim, who had just finished one can of food and started eating the next, had just raised his hand and had not even had time to pick up the can in his hand. He accidentally glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and saw a timid but inseparable gaze that had been watching him from a distance.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked. In front of him was a little girl with ragged clothes and stains all over her face, sucking her fingers and swallowing saliva. She looked about eleven or twelve years old at most.

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He glanced at the little girl in front of him, and then looked down at the can in his hand.

Alsim, who was not good at socializing, did not say anything, but just cut the shell of the can in his hand again with a knife, opened the lid, put it privately and threw it aside.

Then he raised his hand and handed the opened can filled with marinated cooked beef to the little girl without hesitation.

"Eat"

Alsim didn't speak German. He was already dying just by saying the word "eat" with the worst pronunciation. He couldn't say any more words or put two words together.

There is a saying that is actually true: the innocence of children is one of the purest existences in the world.

The little girl, who didn't feel that the strange uncle sitting in front of the fire had any ill will towards her, and she quickly took the things handed over by Alsim without any fear, but her subsequent actions were somewhat unexpected.

The little girl, holding the can in her two small hands and knowing that it was something edible, turned around and said "Thank you uncle" to Alsim, who could barely understand it, and then trotted back to the corner of the wall on the other side.

Curious about what she was doing, Alsim followed the little girl's footsteps and looked around. He saw a weak woman sitting in front of the corner with rags on her body to resist the cold and dampness of the subway tunnel.

The little girl, who was jogging and obviously looked a little weak due to hunger, handed the thing in her hand to the weak woman without any hesitation.

The ensuing conversation between the mother and daughter was not something Alsim could understand, but he could guess the general content.

Seeing that the mother and daughter had begun to eat slowly, smiles appeared again on their tired and weak faces. Alsim, who turned his head back, picked up half a piece of dry bread from the ground beside him and unwrapped it casually. He picked up a layer of wrapping paper and began to slowly chew it.

Shuang Mu, who became a little listless, stared straight at the rising and dancing bonfire in front of him, as if he was thinking about some very distant memories.

"Remember the mother and daughter who were in the same building as us in Stalingrad? The scene at that time was very similar to now. I still remember it to this day."

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Alsim's eyelids twitched visibly, after hearing the words of the deputy who had just sat down next to him, but at least on the surface he remained calm and did not speak.

"Honestly, I didn't expect you to give away the cans. Think about it, if the surviving Germans who were sent to the prisoner of war camp by you personally knew that the murderer king was now willing to help others and actively help others, They're kids, I guess even if I beat them they wouldn't believe it."

Vice Comrade Lian, who was always serious, sometimes joked. On the contrary, Alsim, who had always been carefree, spoke uncharacteristically calmly at this moment.

"They help me, and I help her. Tit-for-tat, I don't want to owe anyone else, that's all."

So is this really the case?

At least the company deputy comrade who smiled helplessly and shook his head didn't think so.

"Can't you let go of your strong image inside and out? Even for a minute, no one says you're not strong, but sometimes it's better to give yourself a break. You have to believe me. "