"Tsk..." – Yan turned to Becker in a daze, looked irritatedly, as if he was begging for something very urgently.

"..."

Do something quickly! Colonel! He thought.

Becker was also speechless, standing there, sweat pouring from his forehead. Things have come to this, how can he beg this old man to save him!?

"Hey! What are you guys doing!?"

Without hesitation, they rushed towards the three with guns in hand.

A suffocating silence filled the air, no one dared to breathe loudly as they glanced around.

Then what had to happen happened, their eyes fell on the paper package at Ivan's feet, as if they already knew where the suspicious noise came from.

"What is this?" — one of the soldiers picked the shady package beside the wrench up.

Ivan seemed to have swallowed his tongue, unable to utter a coherent sentence, his words were faltering and erratic.

"Ah... That package..."

His mind was spinning, the calm demeanor he had built up for so long was now gone.

And they, as if sensed a suspicious this man, kept pressing Ivan.

"What is this?"

"... Let me explain–..."

"Answer!"

They seem have been pushed to the brink, Becker immediately thought of a way to «put out the fire», Once again, he had to use the Colonel's ranks to threaten the guards.

"... Hey, that's my pack of cigarettes." – Becker suddenly spoke up to relieve the siege.

"I've never seen a pack of ciggeretes like this, Colonel."

He changed the subject, deliberately trying to beating around the bush.

"Give it to me, it's common for you soldiers to have never seen expensive cigarettes."

The soldier suddenly squeezed the paper package, his hand felt something rustling inside, it was clearly not a cigarette!

"I. Don't. Think. It's a cigarette, Colonel." – He mildly said.

With no way to deny it, he quickly snatched the pack of cigarettes back, not forgetting to raise his voice at him.

"What do you know! I said cigarettes are cigarettes!"

The soldier was surprised by Becker's rash actions, this old man was clearly hiding something.

A strange object, accompanied by equally strange actions, is there anything to deny that this cunning Becker is plotting?

"Humph..." - the soldier frowned slightly.

He did not react immediately, he was sober enough not to cause trouble with a troublesome character like him. Instead, he would report this to his superiors soon after.

Even though they did fool them, it was unclear how they would retaliate, but it was certain that they would not leave them alone for long.

That was when the three thought of a way to escape from this facility.

"Staying longer will only cause more trouble, now we have to think of a way out quickly."

Becker was the only one in the group who knew all the smallest nooks and crannies in this area, perhaps he would have a way.

"Wait... Is that..."

Strangely, Yan had never seen Becker as incomprehensible as today.

As he can sense an abnormally early, suddenly, there was a strange smell in their noses, a strange air lingering everywhere, as if it was just waiting to rush in and tear them apart. The smell of gas!? Where did it come from! The explosive charges aren't even actived!

The corridor lights suddenly went out, replaced by the red emergency lights, which continuously flashed crazily along the corridor.

The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the facility, as if the ground was shaking, and boot prints were left behind in every corner. Those footsteps were on their way to hunt down the rats who were causing chaos inside the experimental area.

The three people hurriedly ran towards the emergency exit from the basement, the sound of the alarm siren above their heads seemed to pierce their eardrums, and before their eyes was the flickering red mixed with the pitch black of the night. The three of them did not delay a second and rushed into the dark corridor.

"They're down here! Hurry!"

They discovered the whereabouts of the three people downstairs!

Bullets began to be fired out of the muzzle, the space in the basement was a closed space, the sound of gunfire hitting the ears, their ears were ringing! They could no longer hear anything around them!

When they stopped firing, the sound of footsteps rumbled as they approached, leaving only a faint red color in the dark corridor.

"Over here! Quick!"

Ivan pushed the door, but it wouldn't open! Was the door stuck!?

Becker rushed forward and tried to force the door open.

"Hurry! They're here!"

They heard a loud noise at the far end of the headquarters, and followed the sound to run towards it.

Golden sparks flew in succession, luckily they were set a few of tables and chairs scattered around to shield them, from here they could clearly hear the sound of wooden tables and chairs being torn apart by bullets, creating many jagged holes.

"Agh!" — the latch finally popped out, Becker successfully broke the door, losing his balance and falling to the ground.

"Becker!"

"Run!" – he scrambled to his feet.

"Jump down there."

Behind the facility, there was a small mound of earth, forming a natural fence. Yan, Ivan, and Becker quickly climbed and jumped down. They hid behind it.

How dangerous! If they had been a little slower...!

"Hugh! Where the fuck are they!"

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The moment they rushed to the other side of the mound of earth, the guards had just rushed out.

"Where are they! Damn it!" - The guards' voices echoed in the night.

The three of them did not dare to breathe heavily, their lives seemed to be very fragile in that short moment.

The noise gradually died down, it was estimated that they had run everywhere looking for them. After a long while, there was nothing but the sound of crickets chirping in the night.

"They've lost us... Let's run to the town."

"But how can we swim across the river?"

Indeed, the river was too dangerous and wide, it was difficult to cross.

"There is a bridge across town nearby, follow me."

The sirens started to blare loudly from all directions, and could still be heard clearly from the hollows. The headlights started to turn on, as bright as if the night had turned into day! Illuminating every corner.

"Keep your head down...!"

Confused, Yan quickly pulled the two of them and jumped into the pond next to him, just in time before the spotlights on the watchtower shone on them.

"We almost died...!"

Winter passed, spring came, the pond was full of mud, so sticky...

"It's been more than a decade since I've been in mud like this." - Becker said casually.

Just crawling, and crawling, then occasionally standing up and struggling to walk, the headlights were about to turn, then he quickly bent down, sometimes not being careful and letting mud all over his face, oh! All because of Ivan's wrench! Why didn't you drop the explosive too huh!

"... Are there... Shadows?"

"Where?" – Becker turned to look behind.

"Fuck! It's the patrols!" – He exclaimed softly.

Seeing no trace above, the soldiers began to rush down the hollow from the side gate. This was really fucked! If they ran fast, they would be seen by the headlights, if they ran slow, the patrols would catch them easily!

"What now!? What now!?" – Ivan panicked.

"Just run! What else can we do!"

There were only about 300 meters left to the bridge, being caught now was no different from a death sentence! Run or die! Just run, as if this was the last time we could run!

The three people ran around in the mysterious dark night, they forgot about tomorrow, forgot about themselves, and headed towards the bridge in the distance.

"Cough... Cough..."

No one could breathe, their lungs were exhausted but their legs still ran powerlessly forward.

What had to happen, the harsh light from the headlights shone down, blinding, legs shaking, as if someone had broken his, stiff, unable to move.

"Run! Are you standing there to eating the bullets!?" - Yan hastily pulled him, scolding in panic.

The first gun went off, bright yellow sparks poured down from the watchtower like pouring water. Sharp golden needles stuck into the sand, pinning large holes! Digging up the sand and throwing it all up. Soldiers rushed down from above as if smelling blood, rushing towards them.

"Over here! Mr. Becker!"

Who is it!? Who is there! This voice was extremely familiar to Becker.

"Down here!" - a small arm reached out, waving at Becker.

He looked through the dense bushes on his left, it was a little girl! What was she doing here?

"Mr. Becker! It's me, Mary!"

He was surprised, it was the Jewish girl he had saved many years ago! What was she doing? How did it know you were here?

"Mr. Becker, I can't help you much, but here! Take this!"

She threw him the Papasha and a pistol from the bush.

"That's all I have! I'm leaving." – With that she disappeared.

"... Hey! Mary!"

There was no one behind the bushes anymore.

Who told her about their activities? Did it leaked out?

"..."

A reunion after such a short time... It seemed she had joined the guerrillas instead of running away from this hell on earth. Why? You're such a fool, Mary...

"Hey!... Becker...!"

Yan and Ivan also ran up, out of breath.

"Hurry... Pant... Hurry Becker, they're here..."

"Take this." — he handed to them.

"You're crazy! Running with bare hands made me out of breath already! You want me to run with a submachine gun!?"

Even so, Ivan still obediently took it as he said, no matter what, he couldn't fight the enemy empty-handed, it was better to have something to self-defense.

In the sky, raindrops fell gently, then fierce waves, the heavy rain poured down on the heads of the miserable people running for the future ahead.

Ivan ran to the middle of the bridge and collapsed, he was out of breath, if he ran any longer he would die.

Yan pulled him back to check... Fuck! His left thigh was torn apart by a bullet! You didn't even tell me Ivan!

"What happened..." – Yan cried out in a daze.

Ivan lay sprawled on the wooden plank, gasping for breath, blood flowing from his leg continuously, he must have lost his senses, he didn't cry out in pain anymore.

"..."

If they're so close, who will hold them back so they can escape?

Who knows what was going on in the young man's head, to come to a final decision.

He suddenly sat up, grabbed Papasha.

"I'll stay here and hold them back." – his hand lightly patted the magazine.

"You're fucking crazy! Ivan!"

Becker pulled Yan away.

"How are you going to save him, Yan? Let him stay!"

"No! Even you!"

His heart was torn apart, how could he leave him here...?

After all, he still running away, left Ivan behind. What he can do is running toward, and not looking back.

"Huff... Huff..."

Run after me, Ivan, run after me, I beg you... Run...

Yan urgently called out to Ivan, forgetting that his leg was seriously injured, he couldn't run anymore, whatever it was, Yan didn't want to leave Ivan behind.

Was he a rebellious boy? Or a brave heart?

Ivan stood behind the rock next to the bridge, started shooting back, the gunfight broke out.

He unintended look back, everything happened in front of Yan's eyes in a blur, his heart was pounding, his mind was blank, he could only run after Becker, not knowing what else to do.

Gunfire rang out from both ends of the bridge, they were shot back by Ivan, not daring to rush any further.

The sound of gunfire seemed to be trying to pull Yan's legs back, he wanted to turn around and take Ivan along, but his reason still forced him to run forward.

The sound of gunfire had been silent for so long, that he didn't realize that there was only the sound of rain around him as if it had never happened.

"Did they stop?"

He suddenly realized what had happened that made the sound of gunfire stop, a stream of emotions ran through his mind, making it feel like someone had rubbed something spicy on his eyes, so harsh that he couldn't hold back tears, his chest was burning.

Ivan, you're like that again, you always choose the wrong decisions, always take the loss for yourself, you're like that, always like that.

I want to go home with you, to the place I want to go.

That's where the sky is blue, there are no more black spots from cannons, where flowers and grass grow, there are no more bomb craters and trenches. What a place worth living, perhaps a reality that I have lost because of my selfishness.

If only I could carry you, we could have escaped, your stubbornness, oh, I...

What am I supposed to do without you now?

"There's they are!" – From afar, he could see his side's car waiting.

Suddenly, Becker turned to Yan.

"Go ahead, Yan."

His voice was strangely calm.

"What do you mean...?"

"I can just cover you to the car, I'll stay here."

"No! You can still go with me!"

"Let them chase us and die?"

With that, he pushed him forward, waiting for Yan to get into the car before leaving, while he stood at the corner of the street, leaning against the dim white lamppost, lighting a cigarette, a soft red light shining in the night rain.

When Yan's car had gone far away, he turned around and saw that they had charged toward Becker. He could only see the silhouettes of them beating him, as if trying to tie him up, in the rainy night, under the indescribable flickering light, he could only vaguely see for a moment, then everything was submerged in the cold early spring rain.

Why, Becker? You could have chosen to stay silent and walk through this war easily, I read your file before, you had no involvement in any war crimes. Was your greatest crime to be on the "winning side"?

How rid, that "winning side" gave you nothing in return, don't you see, Becker? No one will come to help you, tomorrow morning your name will become a part of the public death sentences on the streets.

Yan's warming heart soon became callous to the true nature of war, he just sat there, his hands hanging loosely, his eyes blurred, he was like a man whose soul had been devoured by a demon.

Are our enemies not just the Germans? He thought to himself.

"..."

The three entered, only him escaped, someone, anyone, please tell me that this whole night was just a terrible nightmare...

Yan's spirit collapsed, further aggravating the aftereffects of war, his hand unconsciously fondled the pistol beside him.

"I wonder how Alexei's group is doing...?"

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God E had arranged everything behind.

Those extremely coincidental events were drawn by God E alone.

There was nothing strange about it.

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"Sir, everything went according to plan."

Is that so? How is it true?

"The Red Army sought their own death, unfortunately, their leader was lucky enough to escape."

You call that «according to plan»? Useless! I must banish you to another realm!

"B-But, Master! The entire route went according to plan! The Germans suffered minimal damage as you had planned!"

...

"..."

Why did the entire convoy burn so wildly?

"Sir..."

All my supplies! You...! The entire base was nothing more than a ruin!

"..." – He seemed to have swallowed his tongue, unable to utter a word.

Enough! I must banish you! I can't accept that you useless fool destroyed my work!

"...! Please, master, please reconsider–..."

A snap of the fingers, done! He disappeared into thin air! The fool must be severely punished so that he won't cause any more destruction.

They were the ones who wanted to drive out the Bolsheviks, but they were incompetent and useless!

They were the ones who fabricated the new world order! What a failure, a bunch of pigs led by donkeys!

There's no one good enough to bring this world back to its roots!

I, Saraker, will personally intervene in this, this cannot be tolerated!

The Nazis need me! The new order needs me! I can hear that poor Adolf begging me miserably to save his world!

I ! Am the new order!

I ! Am their world!

They must obey me! Just like how they obey their commanders. Only I can save them!

I is their new savior now!