Chapter 313: Camp (Continued 2)

Colonel Zinke arrived, and then the medics also arrived, and they were satisfied with the way Major Winters had been disposed of. As soon as Colonel Zinke got out of the car, he walked over and nodded to Colonel Winters, "Well done, Dick." Similar camps have appeared elsewhere, but because our commanders do not know how to place them, there are people in every camp who have been strangled to death and who have died of agitation. ”

At this time, the medical officer still explained some precautions to the brothers, and the brothers began to understand at this time that Major Parkes's insistence was right. So much so that Lee Gotte was very sorry for this, to Major Parks. With an embarrassed look on his face, he walked up to Parks and said, "I'm sorry, boss, I misunderstood you and I thought- I should apologize for that."

Major Parks nodded, "I can understand, okay, Legot, take good care of these people. We must do our best to keep them alive," he said, as he walked towards the gate of the camp, which opened under the supervision of the doctors. The soldiers of the battalion entered the camp and began to pacify all the people in the camp as ordered. Drinking water and nutrient solutions were also introduced.

When the brothers entered, they were prepared, but what they saw outside was very different from what they saw in the camp. The skinny skinny people are supporting each other, and their ** torture is inhuman. But there are still some of them whose will is still there.

"God" Hubl covered his nose with his hand, and then gasped at what he saw, not far in front of him, a thin young man was holding a corpse that had become a skeleton and crying bitterly, and there were more piles of corpses with the smell of ** around him. Lying there horizontally and vertically.

"It's all right" Hubler forced his nausea, he reached out to the man, trying to pull him up, "It's all right, you are free" He didn't know if the person could understand, but he couldn't help but say it to him, just to be able to comfort his heart.

"Free" Unexpectedly, the man could speak English, he muttered to his feet, and then walked into Hubl tremblingly, stretched out his bony heads, hugged Hubl's shoulders tightly, buried his head in his shoulder, and let out a childlike cry. It is the joy of rebirth, but it is more for those relatives who have lost their lives but have not seen this moment today.

Despite the stench emanating from this man's body, Hubl tried his best to endure it, he couldn't bear to push him away, he knew that these people needed a shoulder to lean on. He raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, then gently patted the man on the back and said, "You'll be fine." We will take care of you. Then he whispered, "God, help these poor people."

Major Winters and Major Parks, as well as Captains Nickerson and Welsh, walked together and slowly stepped into the camp, where the weak weeds of the wind watched as they walked in, and then slowly began to gather towards them. They realized that they had been rescued. Hope slowly rises in their hearts.

Many hands reached out to them, trying to hold them, even if it was pulling at the hem of their clothes. Different languages were whispering in their mouths, and some of them began to lose their emotions and began to cry bitterly.

"Oh God" Nickerson walked to the front, and suddenly he stopped, his eyes full of shock and incredulity, and he shouted loudly, "Dick, Lacey, come and see"

When Parks heard Nixon's voice, he was just surrounded by a group of refugees in the camp, and he couldn't help but look at it, and then his heart was greatly shaken. On the side of a long path, there were low shacks all over the place, and people were slowly coming out, their faces were so thin that they couldn't see their expressions clearly, and some of them were holding the bodies of their lost loved ones.

There were also long-dead people who had fallen down on the side of the path. The pungent and choking smell emanates from there, giving a disgusting taste. Some of them were shirtless, their bodies jutting high protrusions of their sternum and ribs, and they staggered out of the low shanty and walked towards Winters.

"Lipp" Parks shouted loudly, he couldn't hold back the sour strings in his heart, and he felt like crying, "Go and let the brothers prepare blankets, hurry up" These people are like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, dead grass trembling in the wind and rain, and they may fall down at any time.

"Yes, sir," replied Lipp in a loud voice, and arranged for the brothers to carry their blankets from the camp. Other brothers took out their own water bottles and handed them to the men, who did not dare to give them food because of the doctor's warning.

A man who looked like he was holding an old man with a gray head and a skeleton, muttering something in his mouth, suddenly fell to his knees in front of Goneri and Toy, his expression anxious and painful, as if he was pleading for something to them.

"I'm sorry" Toy couldn't understand what he was saying, he shook his head a little weakly, he could only say sorry. Goneri untied his kettle, then handed it over and said, "Water, take it and drink some water, it will be fine." ”

"God, Webb, do you believe there is such a place? It's worse than the refugee camps we've encountered before, God, what's going on? Lutz and Webster walked around the camp with their rifles in their hands, full of uneasiness. And with a sad emotion.

"No, I don't believe it," Webster said with a hint of trill.

Suddenly, a gray-headed old man staggered up in front of him, he did not speak, although he faltered, he walked very fast, his emotions were a little shocking, he stretched out his trembling hands, tightly held Webster, and then kept kissing his face. Lutz watched a little helplessly from the sidelines, and he also watched very sadly.

Although the old man had a pungent smell, Webster did not push him away, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and gently pat the old man's back, and then he heard the old man chattering, "God, God, you are coming" and then he lost his voice in pain, and his cry was like a long sigh, which made people's hearts tremble.

God, you came, and the bitterness of Webster's heart suddenly spread. He couldn't hold back any longer, tears flowed, he let go of the old man, and then walked to the side alone and squatted down, suddenly covering his face with his hands, his shoulders shook violently, and he cried bitterly.

"Hey, Babe, come here," Malaki called out to Heflang not far away, and he frowned when he saw the corpses lying on the ground, their arms with different numbers, "look at their arms," he pointed at the arms of the corpses.

Heflang couldn't help but shake his head, gritted his teeth, and said, "Number, like an animal." ”

"Damn" Maraki couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "God"

In the shacks, many people are still lying inside, and the bodies that have been dead for a long time may lie next to them. They were awakened by the sunlight that had come in after opening the door, and then someone couldn't help but reach out to block the light that came in. More bodies were found in the carriage of a train parked on the railroad. When the carriage door opened, the corpses that rolled down from it and the arms of the corpses that drooped down were like a sharp knife cutting through the hearts of the brothers.

The corpses in the carriage were piled up, covered in thick layers, and some of the corpses even rolled down against the door of the carriage and when they were opened. Flies fluttered around the carriage with a thud and then spread in all directions.

Parks already felt like he had nothing more to say. He was speechless either. This is far from my own cognition. Even if we knew in advance about the evils of these Nazi camps, once we had experienced these scenes, how could the words and blurred pictures on the piles of old papers depict all this in such detail? How can these miserable pictures be so clear?

Major Winters, like himself, and all the people were like him, and they were so struck by the scene that they were speechless, but silently watched it all—such a hell on earth.

"We have to get them back to the camp and then find someone to clean up the bodies and disinfect the houses and utensils." Major Parks was silent for a long time before he took a deep breath and said to Winters, "Dick, we have to do this. So that they can live better. ”

"I know Lacey, you can arrange this, you know better than me. God, I want to be quiet for a while," Winters said, removing his helmet and brushing his head with his hands, his eyes bloodshot. Obviously he was angry, but more often than not, angry at the inhuman torture of Jews, Poles, and so on by the Germans.

The order was given, and all the people in the camp must return to the camp again. This made it difficult for the brothers to get started, but they had to carry out the task. The people in the camp became agitated, their eyes were full of doubt, and some of them even began to despair again, and they were emotional about any decision made by the American army. But they had to be taken into the camp again by the GIs.

Ligort sat on the edge of a pit in the camp, which still contained the ruins of the German army that had been burned when they left, and the smoke was rising. There was still a vague and pungent stench of burning in the pit, but he didn't seem to smell it. He could not help but weep bitterly as he watched the Jews, who had once been his own countrymen, enter the camp again with a look of despair.

Paikanti carried a submachine gun and quickly tried to leave this place, which made him feel suffocated, and made him feel as heavy as a big stone in his heart. He took one last look at the low shacks. One of the last to enter the shack suddenly turned around, slumped over and smiled at him, then raised his hand tremblingly and gave him a military salute.

This may be a soldier, or a civilian who has respect for the US military, but this military salute made Paikanti can't help but solemnly raise his hand and return a solemn military salute to him.