Run...... Run......

Through the treetops and then the treetops, through the woods, then still the woods...... Skirting one bush after another, Suvorova ran off her top hat, cut her coat, and cut her hands and face with branches, but she still did not stop and continued to run in the open field to the east, even if she was exhausted, she did not stop to rest, because fear had taken over her brain and spirit and paralyzed her nerves, and she had only one thought in her mind now......

Get out, get out......

As the eldest lady of an ancient aristocratic family and a descendant of the famous generals of the Yuracya period of the empire, Suvorova always hoped that she would achieve the same glory as her ancestor, Count Suvorov. So although she didn't suffer much when she was a child, she still chose Zhang Daodao in high school, hoping to make achievements in some directions in the future with her achievements in Red October students and family relationships......

"It's scary...... It's horrible......"

While running for her life, she still murmured with fear on her face.

When she first became the commander of a regular force, when she left the sturdy tank coated with carbon, when the Kalinin left her to support the battle in the west, when the last psychological sustenance in the troubled times left her, when a squadron she led rushed at her and her position desperately in the face of survival, when she saw the enemy's hideous face for the first time through the naked eye and not through the periscope and heard the beast-like howl of the enemy, when the bullet passed through her for the first time, taking away a trace of silver from her hair, she found that she could no longer think, and did not hesitate to turn around and throw down her troops and positions and run to the rear...... Suvorova understood.

She was not her great ancestor, Count Suvorov, the god of war of Yuracya, she was just her, a cowardly, unaware lady.

"Help...... Help ......"

She was tired, she was really tired, in such a brutal battle, this eldest lady had been pretending to be calm for too long, and today, under the charge of the enemy, she finally collapsed.

Now she is not the captain of the Red October cadet chariote, not the eldest lady of the big consortium, not the captain of the infantry brigade, not even the captain of the Kalinin.

"Mom...... Mom ........."

She's just a scared little girl. No longer a warrior or a captain, she was nothing from the moment she turned and fled in the face of danger.

"I'm going home!!I'm going home!!"

When facing the biggest test in the world, she did not withstand the test of life and death, and completely gave up her dream and bowed to fear.

The battle for Suvorova is over, in all respects

"Stop!"

After running for some time, she suddenly heard the voice of someone outside the bushes, a blue volunteer uniform, brown double ponytail hair, and a baker's red turban......

..................

"Stop!"

Seeing the figure flashing out of the bushes, Alicia quickly raised her gun and shouted at the same time

She did this as much as possible to hope that the other party would surrender, and at the same time to remind her teammates that there was a situation ahead.

Sure enough, under her reminder, all the members of the seventh squad around them raised their guns and prepared for the battle they might encounter in front of them.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

Completely oblivious to her own image, Miss Catherine stumbled out of the bushes.

"Oh, it's Catherine?"

Catherine's Kalinin was successful in Lando Barça, and it was at the most eye-catching time, Alicia naturally remembered it clearly, but she didn't understand......

"Why did you come here alone?"

What about the chariots, what about the soldiers, what about the comrades-in-arms, and what about your friends who trust you and rely on you?

"They...... They ......"

Hearing the question of the infantry girl opposite, Catherine's eyes flickered, she had long since lost the magic of being the captain of the Lando Barcelona regiment, her body was curled up, her proud head was always slightly lowered to the ground, and her previously straight waist was now unconsciously bent down.

She didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to say, and now she didn't know how to start even the most basic conversation, except for fear.

"You take them ...... Have you thrown them all away?"

The voice was as gentle as ever, but there was a bleakness in this gentleness.

It was as cold as the airtight laboratory that had imprisoned Alicia for nearly a decade.

“...... Sorry ......"

I can't stand this sentence the most

"I'm sorry ......"

A sentence as sharp as a knife

"I'm really sorry ......"

Tears flowed down her eyes, and the beauty couldn't cry.

"Wait a minute! Stop her!"

"No, let her go. ”

Someone tried to stop the girl, who looked like a deserter, but Wilkin stopped her

"She's been scared out of her mind, and there's no point in staying here. ”

As he spoke, he pressed down some of the guns that had already been raised to aim at the deserters.

"Let her go, let the people who can't fight get out of here. ”

............

Why...... Why are you still running?

Why do you think of them so clearly, those who trust them are still running backwards with their legs...... Why are you so ......

In her head, a faint voice was telling her to let her go back, it wasn't too late to go back, but more voices were saying run away, run faster, the sooner the better.

Catherine was still running back, through the dense woods, in what she thought was the safest direction......

I'm sorry...... I'm really sorry......

While crying, Catherine whispered in her heart

Nonna ...... Katyusha...... Ah...... Cal...... Everyone...... I'm sorry for you......

"I'm scared!!"

Run...... Run...... The eldest lady who has been going out by transportation since she was a child has never run so many roads, although she has fallen I don't know how many times, although I don't know where she is running, but she knows that she must run, because only by escaping can the fear in her heart be relieved, because as soon as she stops, she will be worried that there will be an emperor ** with a steel gun and a helmet and a cuirass to catch up.

So she had to run, there were no tanks under her feet, no weapons in her hands, no soldiers behind her, ...... beside her There is no such thing as the most comforting Nonna...... There is no Katyusha who is the most unyielding...... There is no best thug Cossack Akha...... Nobody......

So now she could only run, helplessly running deep into the dense forest......

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It's been a long time since I've changed~

Now a little more~