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Along the way, the officer took Brody with him, Brody couldn't understand what he was saying, although the officer would occasionally say a few words to him in Polish, but they were all relatively simple characters, looking at the flag on the side of the SUV, it was obviously not Poland.

These people are foreigners, Brody understands.

The war was not quite what Brody had imagined, the team of several hundred men did not go against their own troops, they went to some remote and poor town like Brody's hometown.

The officer had a small notebook with a lot of stuff on it, and every time they went to a town, the officer would cross out a few lines on it.

Sometimes, of course, he would catch a few children and make a mark in a notebook with a pen of different colors.

Sometimes the children were the sons of carpenters, sometimes the children of local tycoons, and sometimes they were poor little children who roamed the streets begging.

Families usually don't give their children away like this, crying and screaming, undaunted even in the face of steel guns, trying to use their nails and teeth to take their children back from heavily armed soldiers.

And they were greeted by blazing bullet boxes and sharp bayonets.

Sometimes, when those parents know that these soldiers are going to take their children, they will show a relieved expression and do not hesitate to respectfully hand over their sons or daughters to the hands of the officers.

As if freed from the plague god, Brody could see the look in their eyes, and the look of fear on their faces when they looked at their children was even greater than that of these murderous soldiers.

However, the officer will not let them go so easily, and will even be even more furious, he will always carry the pistol in his own hand and let these people who abandoned their children go to hell.

Brody didn't understand why there were parents who hated their children.

“diabe?. ！！oni s? diab?em.!!" Whenever he saw Brody's puzzled expression, the officer would always say that.

Who is the devil he is talking about? Brody doesn't understand, is it him, the parents, or the children?

Unlike Brody, the children were not watched by the officers themselves, but were handed over to ordinary soldiers, who had communication difficulties, and whenever the children did not understand them, they would shout angrily and even punch and kick.

The officers occasionally drank them, but most of the time they turned a blind eye.

At first, Brody would often run over to talk to them and ask them if they knew why they were caught, but they didn't talk much, just looked at Brody, and ran away in fear.

Until a little girl cowardly told him that Brody was following the officer, and that he must be a bad guy too.

Brody felt aggrieved, he only hated the officer, this was a bastard who killed all his family, Brody tried to escape, resist, and even go on a hunger strike, but these children later didn't know it.

Whenever the officer tried to pull him, he would struggle frantically, scratching and scratching, even though the officer's whip had left scars on his body

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The old refused to give in, and refused to eat.

Two days passed, and Brody became weaker and weaker, and could no longer stand up at all, and could only look at the executioner with hatred.

The officer also gave up the beating, and for him, Brody's life was the most important thing, he found a barefoot doctor, injected Brody with three full vials of glucose, and later, he found a local who could speak their language, and spoke to Brody.

"If you want to avenge your parents, you have to live," the locals relayed to him.

It was with this person that Brody finally knew who these people were.

“niemiec.” It was the first time Brody had heard the word, and the man told him that the place was a far, far away place, and that it was necessary to ride in the white smoke-spewing car that looked like a long snake, and to climb over high mountains, which were said to be hundreds of times as tall as the school buildings of elementary schools.

If so, why did these people climb over these mountains and come here to arrest him?

Brody didn't get any more information, the officer just asked the man to relay a sentence, and when he saw the two start a conversation in a language he didn't understand, he didn't hesitate to shoot the local's head through the head.

Brody's face was covered with a fishy, hot liquid, and he was stunned for a long time, but he picked up the already cold bread with his blood-stained hands and ate it in a big gulp.

The seeds of revenge had been planted deep in his heart, and the current officer was as powerful as a god to Brody.

But as long as he grows up, as long as his arms are as thick as those of the stonemasons in the town at that time, he will surely be able to smash the officers with those strangely shaped hammers, just as he did to smash stones.

Unbeknownst to him, the stonemason, whose arm was thicker than his waist, had already rotted in the streets of their ruined town.

So, there was the later Brody, he was silent, the officer asked him to eat, he would eat, let him sleep, and occasionally reward him with a small bite of Vodka when he was happy, and then watch Brody laugh with tears on his face.

Sometimes the army would encounter Polish troops, bullets flying all over the sky, and he would sit in the back seat in a daze.

But most of the time, it only takes a few puffs of fire from the big tank that follows behind, and the soldiers of the same country as him will leave a few corpses behind and flee.

Is it the kingdom of God? God sent them to punish the people here, otherwise how could they be so powerful?

Slowly, there were more and more children in the group, and occasionally there were teenagers much older than Brody, who would not be so easy to manipulate like these little kids.

Brody had seen a boy about twenty years old, half his height taller, and when the officers tried to catch him, a raging flame suddenly erupted from his hands, burning several soldiers to charcoals.

But he did not escape after all, and the officer broke his arms and legs with a small pistol, tied him to a tree, and smoked him with a belt for half an hour.

By the time the big boy couldn't even scream, there was no flesh or skin left on his body. Then the officer had him wrapped in a tight bandage, and if the older boy refused to obey, they would untie the bandages in one place and apply a large amount of salt to his tattered limbs.

After five days of perseverance, the older boy finally gave in, fell to his knees crying bitterly, kissed the officer's dirty boots, and begged him not to beat himself anymore.

The officer was very proud, and after he had licked his boots again, he tied him up

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Lai threw himself into the truck at the back of the line.

The team had been on the march for days, and the captured children were already full of trucks and several off-road vehicles, and Brody had no idea where they were, and although he could still understand the people here, it was very different from those back home.

Perhaps it is almost time to reach the high mountains, and these children, including him, will be taken to the one called niemienetbsp; Two days later, they arrived at a city that Brody didn't know where it was, but it was much bigger than the one he had visited.

Tall chimneys were belching smoke into the sky, and the sky was dyed gray and white.

It was the first time Brody had seen so much water, and even though he tried to look, he couldn't see the shore in the distance.

"Touch the rze," the officer told him, and it was the sea.

He had heard the word when the neighbors were chattering, and there were some businessmen in the town, dressed differently than the locals, and drinking wine that he had never seen before.

They say that the vast majority of this world is water, and all people just live on big islands floating on water.

When they go to sea, they will live on a large ship that is far dozens or hundreds of times larger than a house, and even the greatest wind and waves cannot blow the huge ship overturned.

Is this the sea? Brody leaned on the railing, looking at the rippling water below, which was completely different from the clear rivers and lakes in the town, which were basically very dark black, with some garbage floating on the water, and some dead fish with their bellies turned upside down.

Today's officer looked different from usual, his dirty and barely recognizable blue uniform, standing next to Brody, gulping down a bottle of Vodka.

"I'll send you here. "If you want revenge in the future," he said, "come to me." ”

After saying that, he poured the last mouthful of Vodka into Brody's mouth, looked at Brody, who was choked and flushed, laughed and threw the empty bottle into the black sea.

Singing a tune that Brody didn't understand, he staggered away.

That was the last time Brody saw the officer, and shortly after he left, a group of people came to the place where the team was stationed, including the bearded man, who was annoyed to see Brody sitting on the beach, trying to fish a dead fish out of the water.

A mouthful of wine sprayed on Brody's face, and the beard tried to grab his clothes and lift them up, only to be torn into strips of cloth with a clatter.

"I1der D!" the bearded cursed as he grabbed Brody's head and lifted him out of the beach and into the bed of a brand-new truck.

By the time Brody was released from the car, there was a huge ship in front of her, and all the children had been carried up a long staircase by the soldiers.

Brody didn't know how big the big ship the businessmen were talking about, but it was probably not that big.

When they arrived at the splint, Brody even suspected that the ship was longer than their town, and the whole ship looked like a hedgehog. Stout iron pipes stretched out from those "iron boxes" and faced the sky.

However, these iron boxes are larger and thicker, and there are no tracks underneath, so they can only stay where they are.

If they breathe fire, they will kill more people, Brody glanced back at the city, and he realized that the whole city was full of people in blue uniforms, and ships of all sizes were docked on the shore.

And they're the biggest.

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