Chapter 910 When the Gunshots Sounded

Bang, bang, bang--

"Ah!!! No!!!!!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream of terror broke through the silence of the night and the room, instantly pulling the terrified soul of the man soaked in sweat back to reality from the terrible dream. The violent panting and rapid chest rise and fall became the only sound after the scream.

Bang--

"Commander Paulus! What's wrong? What happened?"

The wooden door of the room was suddenly slammed open and hit the wall, making a dull sound similar to a gunshot. The man, who was already sweating profusely, was instantly frightened by the sudden sound, both in his soul and body, and his whole body shook violently from top to bottom again.

"No, no! Don't come over here, don't come over here!!!"

The man at the door of the room couldn't hold back any longer after seeing this. He rushed from the door to the bedside and grabbed Paulus's waving hands. He opened his eyes wide and spoke to Paulus calmly.

"It's okay, Commander Paulus! Everything is fine! No one wants to kill you and there are no assassins. The nightmare is just a nightmare! It's all over. Please stay calm! You are the commander of the Sixth Army!"

Thump, thump, thump--

A sound of running at high speed, like being bitten by a wolf, came into his mind. A large group of fully armed German soldiers holding submachine guns rushed into the room under the leadership of their superiors. The German major in the lead immediately asked questions in a hurry with his pistol in his hand.

"Colonel Adam, what happened?"

Colonel Adam, who was squatting by the bed, confirmed that Paulus's expression was gradually easing and he was fine, then he turned around and spoke to the fully armed headquarters guards behind him.

"Nothing, Commander Paulus is just a little unwell, you can go back, I will give orders if necessary."

The leading guard major looked at Colonel Adam with a puzzled look, and then quietly glanced at Commander Paulus, whose chest was still heaving violently, and then took his men out after scanning the room to make sure there was no problem.

The last soldier who left closed the door, leaving Colonel Adam and Paulus alone.

"Commander Paulus, what happened? What did you dream about? How did you become like this?"

Paulus, who was in a terrible mood and spirit, did not answer Colonel Adam's question directly. Instead, he reached out to pull the table lamp on the bedside table with the dim light of the long-burning lamp in the corner of the room, hoping to get more light to dispel the terrifying darkness.

It was not just because the light was too dark or because his body was frightened.

Paulus reached out to pull the table lamp and knocked over a pile of large and small medicine bottles on the bedside table. The medicine bottles without even lids fell and rolled to the ground one after another under the domino effect. The small pills in the bottles were like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube and instantly scattered all over the ground, making a crisp sound. Colonel Adam, who was not leaving, frowned even more.

Click——

Paulus, who ignored the spilled pills, turned on the table lamp. The warm light that lit up in an instant not only illuminated the faces of Paulus and Adam, but also drove away the little fear that was left in Paulus' heart.

"Have a couple of drinks with me, Adam. I don't want to say anything now."

Under normal circumstances, Colonel Adam would not recommend or support Paulus, who was already in a bad state, to drink to relieve his sorrow. Doing so would only make him more worried.

But at this moment, looking at the extremely haggard face of Paulus in front of him, Colonel Adam hesitated for a while and finally couldn't bear to refuse and agreed.

"Okay, I'll help you get off the bed, hold on to me."

"No need, the wine is in the cabinet, and the glass is next to the wine. If I go out like this, it will only make more people panic. Move a chair over and drink with me here."

Colonel Adam was silent for a while and wanted to say something, but he stopped talking. Then he stood up and walked to the cabinet in the room that Paulus mentioned, opened the exquisite cabinet door made of glass and wood, took out two bottles of fine French brandy airlifted from Europe to the front line, put two transparent glass wine glasses upside down on the bottle mouth, and returned to the bed with the bottleneck in one hand.

"Sit down, sit down and drink, we will drink and talk."

Colonel Adam did as he was told, and pulled a chair over and put it next to the bed and sat down.

Paulus, who had opened the bottle cork, was responsible for pouring the wine, and the two transparent wine glasses were soon filled with fragrant crystal clear liquid.

Paulus, like a drug addict, said nothing. He filled Adam's glass with half a glass of wine and then filled his own glass directly. He put down the bottle, grabbed the glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. Adam, who had just reached out to hold the glass, was so distressed.

"Don't drink like this, Paulus! You are mentally weak to begin with. Drinking so hard will destroy you!"

Paulus, holding the empty glass in his hand, smiled indifferently. The half of his face under the light was so bitter that it was as if the liquid in the glass was animal urine instead of some top-grade nectar.

"I didn't expect that one day I would have such a dream. How ironic. People who always boast about how loyal they are to the head of state are now afraid of death. I really don't recognize myself anymore."

Adam, who was familiar with Paulus, did not interrupt, but quietly waited for Paulus, who was leaning against the head of the bed, to refill his own glass. He knew that Paulus would definitely have something to say next.

"I had a very terrible dream, Adam."

"In the dream, I was pressed by Russian soldiers. There was heavy snow and howling wind. It was extremely cold. The two sides of the ruined streets were full of Russian civilians who came to watch. They all came to witness the moment of revenge with their own eyes, to see how I was judged and executed with their own eyes."

"My hands and feet were bound with torture instruments. The Russians took off my hood. I saw a whole row of German soldiers lying dead in the corner of the square. There were officers and ordinary soldiers. The blood pools gathered together had long dried up and clumps. The postures of the bodies were strange, and some even had incomplete heads."

"I was pushed to the pile of corpses and the corner of the wall by the Russians who shouted declarations of judgment and revenge. A whole row of Russian soldiers raised their rifles and aimed at me. I was almost crazy and about to collapse. I even wanted to kneel on the ground and beg them to spare my life, but my body was out of control and I couldn't even make a sound."

"Then, when the gunshots rang out, everything was over."