"Hi Hitler! Hi Hitler!"

In the night, the shouts of excitement, hysteria, echoed endlessly.

Accompanied by dense explosions and gunshots, clouds of fire and smoke burned from time to time in all corners of the city.

Heavily armed black-clad thugs gathered in the streets, or directly and forcefully blasted the building, blowing up all the people inside, no matter how many people inside, or stormed into the building, grabbed people one by one, and executed them in the street, either shooting them with guns and beating them into a sieve, or cutting off their heads, so that they would die without a whole body.

Fear spread unchecked, and many people were frightened, closing their doors and windows, not daring to ask.

However, there are also many people who follow the actions of the rioters, stimulated by the blood, but become more and more excited.

"Da Da Da-"

A few hundred meters away, heavy machine guns began a new round of intensive strafing.

More than a dozen brown-clothed people kneeling on the ground with their hands tied behind their backs were immediately punched out of their bodies.

Blood gushed out, and in an instant, it flowed all over the ground.

Gauss saw it, hid in the shadows, and did not dare to move.

Between breaths, he smelled a pungent smell of blood.

Cold sweat is pouring like a spring, and the military coat worn by the flesh immediately feels sticky.

Speaking of which, I don't know if it's luck or great misfortune.

Who would have thought that a dazzling flash of lightning would quietly change time and space.

As a glorious and young forest ranger, one moment, he was still nesting in the old forest of Heilongjiang, enjoying the hot kang and fireplace in the station duty room in the environment of thousands of miles of ice and snow, and was caught off guard, and the next moment, he was in Nazi Germany, on a low hill on the edge of the city, and witnessed a bloody riot.

Have you crossed over? Of course you did!

Although Gauss did not know German, he could still recognize the pronunciation of German.

In the name of the Führer, the word Hitler, he naturally did not know it anymore and understood its meaning.

Of course, time and space have changed!

Except during the Nazi period, in any subsequent era, no one dared to shout the name of the Führer in Germany.

Moreover, such a bloody riot could not have happened in the original time and space.

Crossing and returning to crossing, but this seems to be not the rhythm of counterattack?

Gauss's heart was like a mess, and he felt at a loss.

He never thought that his face had not been washed, his teeth had not been brushed, he had just yawned, he got up from the bed with a slippery slippery, wrapped himself in a military coat casually, sat down in front of the computer, and a stinging ball lightning bolt could be coincidental and coincidental, and fell in front of the window, and then with a flash of strong light, he appeared in another time and space in the posture of riding a horse and squatting in the crotch.

And the new time and space, which seemed to be not peaceful, immediately encountered, a bloody riot.

In this case, how should you deal with yourself?

Gauss didn't believe that he would not be able to pass this level if he finally crossed it.

In the midst of his thoughts, the group of thugs not far away had already roared away.

Gauss shook his head, took a look at his surroundings by the light of the fire burning in the distance, and the cold light in the distance, and then decided to hide in the depths of the forest for a few days, first to avoid the riot in front of him.

On this low mountain, the forests are uneven, and it should not be difficult to hide a handful of people.

Although the temperature was more than ten or twenty degrees above zero, he still tightened his coat and took a sneaky step.

The ground was uneven, the vision was dim, and while groping, he staggered, and the dead branches and leaves in the forest were trampled and creaky, although they didn't spread far, but they still couldn't help but make Gauss's heart beat for a while.

Surprisingly, the low hill was not very big, and it took less than a mile to cross the top of the hill.

Looking down, there seems to be a road at the foot of the mountain, which winds and turns, and on the other side of the road, there is a more sloping mountain with more dense trees.

With such geography, Gauss naturally felt that it would be safer for him to hide on that mountain.

At this time, a strong feeling of hunger could not help but swell.

Before the crossing, he only cared about playing with the computer, his stomach was empty, he didn't eat breakfast at all, not to mention here, he was greatly frightened, and he was still trekking far through the mountains and forests, so it was strange that he didn't feel hungry.

But at this time, I was hungry and had nothing to eat.

Gauss could only imagine that on the other side of the mountain, he would be able to find some fruit at dawn to satisfy his hunger.

It's hard to go up the mountain, and it's even harder to go down.

It took him half an hour to reach the bottom of the mountain.

Stepping on the fairly wide hardened pavement, Gauss's mood is rarely a little relaxed.

As the old saying goes, happiness is to be sad, and sure enough, when he was in the middle of the road, he heard a shout from the right, just a few words, also in German, although he didn't understand what it meant, but then, the sound of chaotic footsteps, from far and near, the sound of stepping moved.

From experience, listening to this footsteps, there are at least seven or eight people.

At this time, no matter who you meet, nothing good will happen.

Ignoring the shout, Gauss tightened his feet and ran towards the forest in front of him.

Unexpectedly, he only took three or two steps on his legs and feet, and immediately heard a few gunshots.

"Bang bang—"

Although he was missed, the bullets flew sideways, which still scared him.

"Don't shoot!

Gauss's heart was like ashes, he raised his hands high, turned around and did not dare to move again, signaling surrender.

Without taking a few breaths, seven or eight Caucasian people in black uniforms came closer.

These white men, who also came out of nowhere, all of them had bad looks, long and short guns in their hands, or wore soft hats, or steel helmets, and were uniformly dressed in black uniforms, looking at the descriptive attire, and they seemed to be the same group of black-clad thugs he had seen before, causing bloody turmoil in all corners of the city.

Those who know the times are Junjie.

Gauss saw a big man, who seemed to be the leader, came to him, and hurriedly smiled.

I saw that the big man didn't talk at all, and suddenly took the butt of his gun and smashed it at him.

Gauss was hit hard and fell to the ground instantly.

The pain was so severe that he couldn't help but curl up.

After one moment, another four or five strokes.

Gauss couldn't help but let out a scream, his body rolled back and forth, and the buttons of his military coat collapsed one by one.

A pair of big pants, with a military coat on the outside, wearing like this, riding a horse and squatting on the ground on the crotch, it is not very funny, but at this time lying on the ground, the buttons of the military coat are broken, and when it rolls naturally, the white and tender body cannot be covered, and most of it is exposed, and seeing this situation, the big man who smashed him with the butt of the gun finally stopped, and in an extremely playful tone, he and his accomplices around him, I don't know what to say, and then several people burst into laughter together.

Gauss was in pain everywhere, and he didn't care about paying attention to it.

After a while, the laughter stopped for a while, and he finally heard someone ask.

There is only one word in this question, which is also pronounced in German, and Gauss naturally does not understand.

Immediately, someone changed the language, but it was English.

At this time, Gauss could understand that these thugs were asking who he was.

Gauss held back the pain and took the opportunity to stand up and say, "I am from Huaxia. ”

Of course, he also speaks English, but it has only been a year since he graduated, and he has not forgotten all the English words.

"Huaxia?" several thugs were visibly stunned.

Gauss knew that they must not be able to figure out how he could be here.

Subsequently, a mob leader made arrangements and motioned for Gauss to go ahead, and the action continued.

Let Gauss be in front, of course, not to lead the way, but to say that he is a prisoner in custody.

Gauss was very obedient, and he did what the leader said.

The group took a step, but it was along the hardened road in the mountains, marching deeper.

I didn't go far, I turned two corners, and a building, brightly lit, appeared in front of me.

If you get closer, you can see clearly that it is not a good place.

The steel telescopic door, more than 10 meters wide, has two front and back, corresponding to the left and right, and each has an access control.

Between the two gates is a place of execution.

In the pool of congealed blood, there were four corpses, three men and one woman, all headless on their necks.

Their heads were not seen nearby, and I don't know if they had fallen somewhere, or if they had been collected.

Eight armed guards, standing in a row behind the door, all dressed in black and pants, with solemn expressions.

One of the guards, with a short gun at his waist, his hands drooping, and a long knife in his carry.

That knife should be a torture knife for cutting off people's heads, and the body of the knife drained blood, as if it had not dried up.

Before, he was far away, his vision was blurred, even if he saw the street execution, Gauss didn't feel it too deeply, but now it was different, the lights were shining brightly, the four headless corpses, the details were really visible one by one, he only glanced at it a few times, and he only felt that his throat was tumbling for a while, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he squatted down and vomited wildly.

Seeing this, the leader of the mob who took him here laughed a few times.

However, he did not scold Gauss, but greeted the knife-wielding guard who was suspected of being the captain.

After a brief exchange, the two guards stepped forward, which was considered to be the handover, and the power to dispose of Gauss was disposed of.

Next, the two guards, beating and scolding, escorted Gauss all the way, turned around, entered a three-story square building, went down to the negative seventh floor through the gate elevator, and stuffed him into a cell.

The cell is not large, more than a dozen square meters, with doors and no windows, but it is surprisingly clean.

A table, a chair, two board beds, and a corner is also separated by a compartment that serves as a toilet.

Such a place is obviously not used to hold ordinary criminals.

Gauss secretly smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect that when he entered the prison cell, his treatment would increase.

Laying out his military coat and lying down on the bed, he sighed to himself while rubbing the sore spots.

While he was lamenting, there was another sound in the corridor outside the cell door.

The cries, the supplications, the scoldings, the scoldings, the slamming, and the clattering of the iron doors were heard in the ears, and they were all in a mess, and there was no need to ask if these were the other cells, and they also welcomed the occupants.

Gauss got out of bed and was about to visit, but he didn't expect the door of his cell to be suddenly opened, and then a Caucasian man in his forties, with brown hair and blue eyes, turned upside down and staggered, and was pushed in.

He looked very excited, tugging at the guards, refusing to let go.

The guards kicked and kicked again, and it took a lot of effort before they finally got out and closed the cell door again.

The Caucasian man still didn't give up, and he held the visitation mouth again, muttering, and couldn't stop complaining.

However, no matter what, four or five minutes passed, and no one paid attention.

Finally, he clenched his fists and slammed the cell door, no longer wasting saliva.

When he turned around, the Caucasian man and Gauss met their eyes.

Gauss didn't care, but the Caucasian man was immediately frightened and didn't dare to move.

Following his eyes, Gauss looked at himself and understood.

He shrugged his shoulders, turned around and put on his coat again, and then smiled and expressed goodwill.

Although the Caucasian man was a little relaxed, he was still very curious, so he asked tentatively.

It's easy to guess the meaning, probably asking Gauss who he is.

Gauss naturally replied in English, saying that he was Chinese.

Unexpectedly, the Caucasian man's eyes lit up, and he actually said in Chinese: "Chinese?"

Gauss was surprised and delighted, and nodded: "You know Chinese?"

The Caucasian man rarely laughed, and said slowly in a strange tone: "A few years ago, I lived in Huaxia for a while, and my wife Chen is also a Chinese lady, so I can listen and speak Chinese, and I understand ...... Chinese."

Gauss was overjoyed, and immediately said: "As long as you can listen and speak, this will help a lot." ”

Since we can communicate, there is no entry into prison, and there can be a turnaround.

You say a word to me, and after a few words, the two of them changed their names first.

This Caucasian man is called Nils Olaf, and Gauss calls him Niels.

Nils is an weapons specialist who works for the WRI, which is actually the WRI's headquarters base.

WRI is the abbreviation of the organization, which is part of the Nazi stormtroopers, and specializes in combat weapons.

"Nils, you work for WRI, are you a stormtrooper?"

"I only joined the Nazi Party, neither a stormtrooper nor an SS nor a Gestapo. Of course, because of this, today at the WRI, the SS purge of the stormtroopers, I was not originally the target, but my neutrality was still questioned by some people, so high, you see, I was temporarily locked up here......"

The WRI headquarters is located on the outskirts of Berlin, so Gauss crossed over and also arrived in Berlin.

According to Niels, the bloody riots in Berlin were in fact a purge by Hitler through the SS and the Gestapo against the stormtroopers led by Röhm in order to consolidate power.

The first goal of this operation is very clear, which is to eradicate the power of Roma.

Nils is neutral, neither side is touched, and naturally neither side is pleased.

In this way, if the city gate is on fire, no matter which way the wind blows, it will inevitably suffer in his situation.

The more he learned, the more ugly Gauss's face became.

In this situation, he wants to get out, and his hope is really slim.

After thinking about it, Gauss asked, "Nils, will they let you go after they check it?"

When Nils heard this, his face was embarrassed for a while, he was silent for a moment, squeezed out a smile, and said reluctantly: "After all, I joined the Nazi Party more than ten years ago, and no matter how brutal the SS is, they can't make up a reason to dispose of me." Under normal circumstances, I should be in danger. However, if I can't get out in three or five days, it's hard to say if I drag it out again. ”

After a pause, he sighed and explained: "WRI is a very important organization, it is said that after the cleaning is completed, it will be replaced and taken over, and the others are fine, if it is Red Skull Schmidt, I was still locked up at that time, then it will be a big trouble......"

Gauss's heart jumped, thinking that he had misheard, and confirmed: "Who did you just say?"

Nils looked at him and said strangely, "Red Skull." ”

Gauss's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly asked, "But you wear a red skull mask?"

Nils nodded, "Of course. ”

After being confirmed, Gauss was silent, but his heart set off a turmoil.

What the hell is this world, the red skeletons have escaped!