The dim sunlight poured into the interior of the car through the broken holes in the canvas on the roof of the car, and a pair of bright eyes looked curiously at everything around them, these teenage children were orphans who had been scavenged from Germany by the White Lanhua Group, their parents had died in the last war, leaving a broken world to these poor little lives.

Miserable lives and desperate circumstances have made these children have an unforgettable childhood, starvation is only the most basic suffering, many people fight for their own chassis under the ditch bridge, fighting a bloody war for a dead rat.

At that time, there was only mud and darkness in their minds, and even they didn't know where they would die in the next second, becoming the forgotten dust of this world.

The car stopped moving abruptly, and everyone swayed at the sudden stop, and then the little boy leaning in the car looked past the other children and stared curiously at the canvas curtain at the back of the car.

Suddenly, the curtain was lifted from the outside, and the sunlight poured into the dim interior of the carriage, and the dust rolled up and down under the bright light, and the boy narrowed his eyes and looked curiously at the outside world.

"Get out of the car!" shouted a German officer in an SS uniform, and the boys and girls stumbled out of the truck and looked around curiously. High on barbed wire, entwined with sharp spikes, and high on the lookout post, a rather frightening machine gun was erected. All of this seemed too illusory to the teenage children, and it wasn't until later that they realized that everything here was in fact evil and extremely unfriendly.

"Everyone, take off your clothes! Hurry up, or you're going to die here!" the SS officer roared loudly, and his voice sounded terrifying. The little boy and some of the children around him pushed and shoved, and finally stood in line and began to take off their thin dirty clothes in the already slightly cold weather.

"Wren!Wren Hart!" the doctor in the white coat stood beside the little boy with the statistics form and confirmed loudly, and when he saw the little boy answer, he nodded and signaled that he could pass the examination—so the little boy who told Wren walked naked to the passage, and looked back from time to time to see his friends who had not yet passed the examination.

The huge water gun sprayed cold water, washing Wren's body, and he narrowed his eyes, feeling the biting cold all over his body. He had signed an agreement when he came, and it was clearly written that he was willing to do anything terrible in order to eat bread. Now they are actually non-existent people, military supplies that have been legally trafficked by the German military.

......

An SS officer with his hands behind his back stood on the podium, staring with terrible eyes at the children in the audience who were standing with their hands behind their backs. His voice still reverberated in the empty classroom, fierce and terrifying: "You were going to starve to death in the streets! Because you have contributed nothing to the whole country! The Führer felt that you should be given a chance to live, so you have the opportunity to be selected here!"

"So remember your savior, if there is no Führer, there would be no you!1! Answer my question aloud...... Who, your father?" the officer asked loudly as he stepped down from the podium and into front of a trembling boy.

"Accardo, Rudolph is my father!" replied the little boy in a hurry, "I am willing to give my life for him!"

"Very good!" the instructor walked up to the second little boy, still asking the same question: "Number two, you come and answer my question out loud...... Who is your father?"

"Accardo, Rudolph is my father!" Wren, who was standing there, replied loudly with his hands behind his back. His voice was crisp and crisp, without the slightest fear: "I am willing to give my life for him, instructor!"

"Good!" the instructor walked past Wren and walked over to the third child, continuing to question the same subject. His voice was like twisted metal, and it was unsettling to listen to.

The third child, a little girl who did not look pretty, was frustrated by her severed hair, and she did not answer the instructor's questions with tears in her eyes, and watched the instructor cry loudly and ask to leave the place and go back to the place she had been.

"...... answer incorrectly" the instructor squeezed out a smile, and then he took out the beautiful-looking pistol from behind his back, aimed it at the little girl's head, and then pulled the trigger directly.

"Bah!" As a gunshot rang out, blood splattered Wren's freckled face. Wren didn't turn his face sideways to look at the dead little girl next to him, like everyone else, but still stood there as if nothing had happened.

Every day someone dies here, and as the old man here, Wren has long been surprised, and he can ask the instructor for a new set of military uniforms to wash, because he is the best cadet in this class.

"Wren ......" The instructor handed the pistol to the little boy who was standing there motionless: "You can ask the rest for me...... It makes me sick to kill these kids...... They enjoy the best treatment in the country, but they don't know how ......to repay the favor."

"Yes, sir!" Wren took his pistol, walked up to the other newcomer, and asked in a skillful tone, "Number four, you can answer my question out loud...... Who, your father, answers!"

......

"Shoot!" an instructor held a pistol and stared at the back of Wren's head, while Wren held a pistol at an old Russian woman who he didn't know where to get it, and Wren kept muttering Russian that Wren didn't understand, while Wren hesitated to pull the trigger behind his finger.

"Shoot! If you don't shoot again, I'll shoot!" the instructor shouted, and not far from Wren, another officer had already opened fire, killing the cadet in front who refused to shoot.

"Ahh Because of the shouting and closing of his eyes, the gun in his hand shifted its position, and the bullet hit the old lady's chest, and the old woman screamed, but did not die immediately. The eyes, which had lost much brilliance, stared at Wren, as if they didn't know what had turned a boy into such a ferocious devil.

Wren opened his eyes, then fired another shot at the old woman's face, and then he continued to pull the trigger and fired a third shot. He seemed to be tempted to forget the old woman's face, and he seemed to be tempted to make those puzzled eyes bloody with a bullet.

A month later, it's still the same schoolyard, and it's still a row of Russian-speaking civilians muttering something they don't know. Wren walked up to the first man with a pistol, smiled and then raised his pistol to shoot through the man's head.

Then he walked up to the second man, smiled and said good afternoon, then put his pistol at the other's head and pulled the trigger. After a gunshot, he glanced at the bloody boots under his feet and walked over to the third man.

"He's our best ......," a German SS soldier who lit a cigarette for himself smiled as he looked into the distance as the teenager walked towards the tenth prisoner with a pistol, "and when this is over, I think he will be assigned to the Führer's escort." ”

A Soviet officer went up and borrowed a fire, lit a cigarette on his mouth, smiled at the German officer with a disdainful expression, and said, "This is your best? You know, the most powerful person in this school was always our Soviet wolf. ”

Not far away, the boy once again raised his pistol and aimed it at the head of the last prisoner. He didn't know that two officers were watching him in the distance, he just smiled cleanly, and then raised his pistol: "I'm sorry, sir, I have to live, so please die." ”

"I'm a teacher! You don't have the right to shoot me!" Stalin said I was a traitor, but I was just an elementary school teacher, and they tried to usurp my wife, so they sent me here, please......" The man quickly begged for mercy in Russian, but Wren still had an innocent expression.

He ignored the other party's expressions of excitement, nor did he waver in the slightest, pulled the trigger and watched the bullet penetrate the Soviet teacher's head, Wren began to step back with his pistol, he passed one corpse after another trapped on the stake, as if passing by a row of country fences.

In the square behind Wren, a row of new teenagers were scuffling with each other in pairs, the most basic martial arts lessons, and on the muddy ground, these new teenagers roared and crashed into each other, because once the class was over, only half of them would make it to the cafeteria alive to eat.

"I'll bet on a French cigarette, our Wren is better than your Wolf. The German officer looked at Wren Hart, who had walked into the barracks, and suddenly uttered a seductive bet.

"Then you're going to lose badly, I'll give three good bottles of vodka, and bet that Wolf can kill Wren. "Then the Soviet officer obviously had no reason to refuse, this was the most entertaining entertainment here, and it was an interesting game to be enjoyed.

Behind the two of them, outside the gates of the entire camp, a simple plaque bears the name of this place in Russian and German - Experimental Center for the Wolf Knight Training Program.