"Click!"

The shock happened in an instant, and the two men who were talking to it didn't expect this to happen, and although Vincent's reaction was quicker than Trode's, he still couldn't keep up with Nadezhda's speed. The atmosphere of conversation, which had been in a state of sadness, was ignited all at once, and the situation was so critical that even Vincent felt that he had become at a loss for the better.

"Take back your disgusting kindness! I don't need to! Nadezhda shouted as she stood with her back against the corner, holding the M1911 she had just snatched from Vincent in both hands. Although her emotions were very excited, she did not lose her sense of combat, and by simple comparison, she knew that the most threatening person now must be Vincent, so although he was talking to Trode, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at another person.

"Cut" Vincent gritted his teeth and blamed himself for his carelessness in his heart, but at the moment, he didn't have any good way, the other party was a 'white ghost', at this distance, he couldn't bet that the other party would make a mistake, so before using force, he still wanted to try his best to calm down the situation, but this heavy task obviously had to be handed over to Trood to complete.

Trood still sat there, his eyes slanted down, and said, "If you shoot here, you're really nothing." ”

"What else can I have?" Nadezhda's face rose with a wry smile: "I have nothing left but this rotten life!" ”

"Don't lie." In the face of Nadezhda's elevated attitude, Trod's answer was very cold.

Seeing that her speech with such determination was denied by Trode, Nadezhda almost lost control, and she quickly dragged Trode over with her left hand, and Tu Chinese Sente saw the right opportunity and was about to take his pistol down, but Trode stopped him loudly.

Vincent wasn't the kind of person who would give up on what he thought was the right decision because of Trode's words, what really made him stop was Nadezhda's increased vigilance after Trode's shouting.

Nadezhda changed the direction of the gun in her hand. Putting it on Trode's head, he said viciously, "Since I've let you go so many times, you won't mind if I'm here this time, right?" ”

"Of course not." Trode closed his eyes and smiled, "But is that really what you want?" ”

"How not?!" Nadezhda seemed to scream with all her might, and then her fingers pressed and pulled at the trigger, but strangely enough, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull it off, and her right hand kept shaking. It seems that not to mention activating it, even the basic grip of the gun is about to become a little difficult.

Although he couldn't see it, judging from the feeling of the muzzle of the gun hitting his head from time to time, he was still sure of what was happening behind him. So he decided to use a final force to completely shatter Nadezhda's barrier to deceive himself.

"If you go down with this shot, won't you personally deprive yourself of the last 'hope'?" Trode smiled.

Hearing Trode say this, Nadezhda's eyes widened, and her body froze completely for a moment. Vincent took advantage of this opportunity and immediately snatched the gun from her hand, while Alicia ran over and helped Trode. Keep her away from Nadezhda's side.

However, Trode did not seem to feel anything about the movements of the two men, and only continued: "Although I know almost nothing about Russian, I have been taught a few words in the past two days. And it's very unfortunate that there is 'Надежда' Nadezhda, if I'm not mistaken, I guess it means hope. I know you're talking to me under a pseudonym. But isn't this pseudonym Nadezhda a better reflection of your heart's calling? ”

Troude changed his words and said loudly, "Don't deceive yourself anymore! If you had given up a long time ago, why would you still be struggling here, wouldn't it be faster to kill yourself with that wooden cone?! If you're trying to untie the knot in your heart, why can't you pull the trigger?! And think about it, why should I let you go, do you really have hope?! ”

With that, Trode stood up and said to the other two, "Let's go, I don't have anything more to say" and then when he stood at the door, he turned his back to Nadezhda and said lightly: "Get ready, but whatever you choose, I will let you go tomorrow morning." Although I owe you, I can't help you, if you have any requests, it's best to mention them before tonight, and I'll try to accommodate you as appropriate. ”

After saying that, Trode didn't even look back, just closed the door and walked away, nothing more than the cries coming from inside the house

"Do you really want to do that? It's better to find her a more stable place."

On the way back, Alicia, who was walking side by side with Trode, asked Trode. Even if she knew the ins and outs of the matter, she didn't support Trode's decision much. Not for reasons like Vincent about the overall situation, but he felt that Trode was doing this to let Nadezhda kill herself, and with her current state of mind, it is estimated that she will not be able to survive even one night in such a cold winter wilderness, and Trode will not report it as an ordinary prisoner of war. In the prisoner of war camp, although there is no freedom, but at least life is still guaranteed, which can allow her to survive the war in peace, and this time can also be used for her to think about her own problems, and when she comes out again, she may have figured it out, which is a way to kill two birds with one stone

Trode said disappreciatively: "In her state, she can go the same anywhere, but let her spend the winter outside and let him calm down." ”

Alicia had never seen Trode so cold again, and the aura emanating from her words was something she had never seen before, and she didn't know what she was talking about in the face of Trode in such a state. didn't say a word again, and the two of them, who had nothing to talk about on weekdays, didn't have anything to talk about, so the two of them parted. Looking at Trode's distant back, Alicia could only sigh

At about 1 a.m. the next morning

The wooden door of the cell was slowly pulled open from the inside, and a woman poked her head out and looked around. After confirming that there was no situation around, she decided to take a step, but she noticed a familiar face leaning against the door, a familiar face (to be continued). )