I'm too slow. If you find it, give it to me.
Give points if you find it.
1944 12.30, there is no wind and the night is dark.
Winter, like fighting soldiers, has traveled all over the European continent. The silence in the middle of winter makes the noisy atmosphere hanging over the whole battlefield slowly quiet down and drift away. Although personal enthusiasm for life is still as exciting and high as ever, people can't break through the silence and imprisonment brought by this overwhelming winter except to resist the feeling of cold. www.findart.com.cn
In this weather, every allied soldier wants to end this damn war as soon as possible, take a comfortable hot bath at home and drink a mellow scotch single malt whisky.
Frank is also a member of the allied soldiers. The 54th Division of the U.S. Army, where he belongs, is undertaking the task of tackling key problems in the Ardennes region of Belgium. The bad weather and the stubborn resistance of the Germans made the pace of the Allies' progress slower and slower.
"These fucking Nazis should really let this weather go to hell." Frank muttered as he rubbed his ears red with cold. At the critical stage of the campaign, every position captured should be carefully guarded, so it is essential to stand guard at night despite the bad weather. www.findart.com.cn
A person's time alone always passes slowly. Small snowflakes began to float in the sky, and Frank kept breathing hot air into his hands, his eyes open.
Carefully count the poplars in the forest in front of you to resist overwhelming sleepiness.
Suddenly, Frank heard a cry that seemed nothing, and he suddenly became alert. He re-judged and confirmed his position, looked around,
Then pricked up his ears, trying to capture the subtle sound in the air again.
Oh, I can't hear you. It turned out that it was my illusion. www.findart.com.cn
Frank smiled wryly to hide his fears. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. The luminous hour hand points to 2 1 and 15.
The crying appeared again, and the voice was at arm's length, but it went straight to the heart. Frank jumped up like a needle. Yes, it was crying. With a click, he loaded the bullet, and Frank planned to meet him, whether he was a man or a ghost. After a pause, he carefully identified the source of the sound, and then carefully walked in the direction of the sound step by step. The night is horribly quiet. Frank felt a cold sweat on his head. He felt that he was close to his goal, so he quickened his pace. Left behind a string of neat footprints and the click of stepping on the snow. www.findart.com.cn
There is a vague shadow under the small tree directly in front.
"What person? Freeze! " Frank tried to keep his voice from shaking.
The crying stopped suddenly. The two sides confronted each other for a long time, but the shadow didn't respond.
"Don't move!" Frank crustily skin of head slowly approached the target. The shadow did not move from beginning to end. In the dim light of the moon and stars, a face that surprised Frank appeared.
This is a little boy under ten years old. He looked up at Frank, his blue eyes were full of panic and fear, and a few tears hung on his red face, www.findart.com.cn
It quickly condenses into crystal beads of ice. His lips are red and his teeth are white, his nose is crooked, and a small curly blonde hair is on his forehead. This is a very cute little boy.
His angelic face quickly dispelled the hostility and vigilance in Frank's heart. "Who are you? Why are you here? What about your parents? " Frank asked softly, fearing that the high voice would scare the poor little guy. The boy kept silent and looked at the tree shivering.
"What a pity." After a long time, Frank couldn't get him to say a word. "Come on, son, I can't leave my post for too long. You may be warmer. " He held the child's cold hand. The child wobbled as soon as he stood up, and his feet were frozen. www.findart.com.cn
Frank took the child to his place, covered him with a coat and poured him half a cup of hot water from the kettle. Half an hour later, the child's little face just
Gradually restored ruddy, originally dull eyes also slowly have a look. His eyes are as blue as the Mediterranean, and his red face is dotted with small freckles.
It's so cute. "Son, are you hungry?" Seeing that he didn't speak from beginning to end, Frank thought he didn't understand English, so he made a gesture of asking questions while eating, trying to communicate with him in this way.
The little boy stared at Frank for a while, nodded vigorously, and then said in a timid tone, "I, I want to eat some sugar …". "Ha ha, you finally spoke." Frank looks very happy. "Wait, I still have chocolate. I'll find it for you. " www.findart.com.cn
The little boy's innocent face completely lost Frank's vigilance and preparedness. He unbuttoned his military coat and searched in his shirt pocket for chocolate as a ration after midnight. Suddenly, a strong evil rose from the little boy's eyes, and the instant expression made people shudder. Although Frank diverted his attention without any precautions, he
Quickly pull out a pistol from your body.
"Bang-"The bullet went through Frank's chest.
At the moment he fell, Frank was stunned. He doesn't understand how all this happened. How can this innocent child have anything to do with war and death? Unfortunately, his brain didn't have time to respond to this, and even before the fear stopped turning, the remaining images could only remain in his pupils as residual fragments of light and shadow. At such a close distance, Frank was completely unprepared, and there was no possibility of escape. The part where the little boy was hit by a bullet was also quite professional. www.findart.com.cn
The little boy is standing with a gun in his hand. Seeing Frank fall down in pain, there was a contemptuous smile on his lips. Everything seems to have changed under this horrible grin. The original innocent child has disappeared without a trace, but at this moment, the cold expression on his face and the surge of surly cruelty have set him off as a demon with horns on his head and flames on his feet.
After Frank was knocked down, the little boy quickly destroyed the communication device on him, took items of intelligence value from him and collected them separately. He made this.
Familiar with work, clean hands and feet. I can tell at a glance that I am well trained. After completing these tasks, the little boy quickly disappeared into the dark night like a ghost. www.findart.com.cn
What is left is blood, killing and terror immersed in people's hearts.
Assassination, such a despicable assassination!
Similar tragedies have happened many times in allied-controlled areas. Every time, some children attacked the allied soldiers defenseless. This is really a group of terrible little devils ... the Nazis who entered the late war were crazy enough to stop the allied attack by any means. These children are constantly assassinating, attacking and destroying communication equipment.
The propaganda behind enemy lines and the chaos they created, to a certain extent, won the precious time needed for the German Nazis to defend the war. But the wheel of historical progress is unstoppable after all. At best, these children can only be regarded as the last madness of the Nazis, and they themselves eventually became victims of the Nazis. www.findart.com.cn
-Excerpt from & gt
Humanity is obliterated.
People's value is used to the extreme.
this
Is war.
Who turned angels into ...............
Quote: The original post was published on March-1 23: 5 1 2007.
Who turned angels into ...............
Is the devil.
Quote: The original post was published by www.findart.com.cn Diaotan on March-1 23:53, 2007.
Is the devil.
Became "the devil", I hate to use this word, they are still children!
Quote: The original post was published on March 3, 2007-1 23:55.
Became "the devil", I hate to use this word, they are still children!
It was the devil who turned angels into tools!
Quote: The original post was published by Mu Chen at 23: 50 on March-1 2007.
Humanity is obliterated.
People are used to the value of www.findart.com.cn.
this
Is war.
Well-trained boy scouts
Fight our soldier Zhang Ga.
War has no pity, only enemies.
Quote: The original post was published by Diao Tan on March 2007-1 23:57.
It was the devil who turned angels into tools!
When the country and the nation need it, I am willing to be this tool, with no regrets.
No matter what kind of religion or state power, when women and Confucianism are incited to participate in cruelty and blood, then this religion or state power has reached the extreme of shameless and decline! www.findart.com.cn