He remembered the nightmare just now, and he couldn't remember the details, all he could remember was the vague and terrible faceless child and the boundless darkness under the sky, and the voice......

He couldn't keep thinking about it.

He heard the familiar terrible screams and rustling of claws coming from ahead, followed by the suffocating smell of carrion.

When the faint light shone on the place where the sound came from, they saw a tragic scene, which made Su Mengfan feel that it was better to return to the Red Army.

Against the wall, face down, lay three swollen corpses, their hands tied behind their backs, and the corpses were being eaten by rats.

Su Mengfan covered his nose with the sleeve of his jacket so as not to smell the sweet and poisonous gas, and he bent down to shine a flashlight on those corpses.

Their clothes were all taken off and there were no visible injuries on their bodies, but they all had blood sticking to their hair, especially near the bullet holes.

"In the back of the head," Su Mengfan pointed out, trying to calm his voice, and he felt like he would suddenly vomit.

Mikhail Polfilevich's mouth was half open, and his eyes began to shine.

"What did they do, my God, what did they do!" He said, sighing.

"Vanechka, don't look, don't look, come here!"

But Vanechka showed no signs of uneasiness, crouching next to the nearest corpse, screaming and pointing at it.

The light of the flashlight illuminated a dirty piece of paper in the corner, which was placed as high as the corpse's eyes, with the words "Fourth Reich" on it and an eagle drawn on it.

It was written in Russian: "Within a radius of 300 meters from the Great Empire, the presence of black animals is not allowed!" ”

The same "don't throw it away" mark is marked with a black border, and the villain crosses it out.

"Brute!" Su Mengfan gritted his teeth and said, "Just because they have different colors of hair?" ”

The old man just shook his head sadly and pulled Vanechka by the collar to pull him up, while Vannethka was busy studying the corpse and didn't want to be pulled up from where he was squatting.

"I see that our printing press is still working." Mikhail Polfilevich said sadly and continued to walk forward.

They walked more slowly. Two minutes later, the words "300 meters" they saw were painted on the wall with red paint.

"There are still 300 meters to go out." Su Mengfan listened uneasily to the echo of the barking dog in the distance and said.

Walking about 100 meters out of the station, they were stopped by a bright light and stopped.

"Stop! Hands on the head! A voice roared through the speakers.

Su Mengfan obediently put his hands behind his head, and Mikhail Polfilevich raised his hands into the air.

"I said, everybody put their hands on their heads! Walk slowly and don't make any sudden movements. The voice continued.

Su Mengfan couldn't see who was talking, because the light was shining on his eyes, and he could only look down at his eyes so that it wouldn't hurt.

They walked in small steps for a while, then were asked to stop, and the searchlights finally turned to the side.

There was a barricade, two machine gunners, and a guy with a pistol holster pinned to his belt, all dressed in camouflage uniforms and with black berets on their shaved heads.

They all wore white armbands – the pattern on them looked like the emblem of the German Taipo, but with three bifurcations instead of four.

Shadows could be seen in the distance, along with a restless dog at their feet.

The walls around it are painted with crosses, eagles, slogans and curses for non-Russians.

All this confused Su Mengfan, because some were written in German.

In a conspicuous place, the mark appeared again under a board with the outline of an eagle and a bifurcated Taibao logo, with the unfortunate black figure on it.

Su Mengfan felt that this was a religious mark for them.

One of the guards took a step forward, lit the long torch, and raised it to the height overhead.

He walked slowly around the three men, looking at their faces, trying to find out the characteristics of non-Slavs.

But they all looked Russian, and the guard took the torch and shrugged his shoulders, disappointed.

"Credentials." He said.

Su Mengfan handed over the prepared passport, and Mikhail Polfilevich rummaged through the bag three times and finally found him.

"Where's that guy's credentials?" The older guard asked, nodding his chin at Vanechka in disgust.

"You see, here's the thing, the boy ......," the old man began to explain.

"Ann-quiet! You've got to call me officer! Answer the question just now! The document inspector shouted at him, the torch in his hand fluttering.

"Officer, look, the boy is sick, he doesn't have a passport, he's young, but he's following me, I'll show you......"

Mikhail Polfilevich began to babble gibberish, looking at the officer flatteringly, trying to see a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

But the man stood straight and stiff, like a stone, and his face was also like a stone, Su Mengfan felt that he wanted to kill a few people to relieve his hatred.

"Where's the picture?" The officer asked, flipping through the pages of his passport.

Vannetzka stood there quietly until now, looking nervously at the dog, laughing from time to time.

However, Su Mengfan saw him uneasily, and now he turned to the document prosecutor, baring his teeth and howling maliciously.

Su Mengfan was so scared that he forgot that he hated that person very much, and wanted to kick him hard.

The document prosecutor unconsciously took a step back, stared at Wanechka unceremoniously, and said, "Stop immediately, or I'll make you stop." ”

"Forgive him, officer, he doesn't know what he's doing." Su Mengfan was surprised to hear himself say.

Mikhail Polfilevich looked at him gratefully, and the document prosecutor quickly looked at Su Mengfan's passport, returned it to him, and said coldly: "You have no problem, go over." ”

Su Mengfan took a few steps forward before stopping, feeling that his legs were not obedient.

The document prosecutor turned away from him and asked the other two more questions about the photographs.

"You see, here's how it happened...... Mikhail Polfilevich stumbled to explain, "officer, there is no cameraman where we live, it costs a lot of money to take pictures at other stations, I don't have money to take pictures......"

"Take off your clothes!" The prosecutor interrupted him.

"Excuse me, what did you say?" Mikhail Polfilevich's voice trembled, and his legs began to tremble.

Su Mengfan took his backpack and put it on the ground, completely ignoring what he was doing.

There are things you don't want to do, you promise yourself you won't do them, you forbid yourself to do them, but suddenly everything just happens.

You don't even have time to think, it hasn't reached the cognitive center of the brain yet, and it just happens.

You can only look at yourself in amazement and convince yourself that it's not your fault, that things happened on their own.

If those people take off the two of them and take them to the tunnel at 300 meters like everyone else.

Su Mengfan would take his gun out of his bag, turn it on to automatic fire, and kill as many of these beasts disguised as adults as he could until he himself was defeated.

At this point, nothing else makes sense.

He had only known Mikhail and Vanechka for a day, but it didn't matter, those people might have killed him too, and it didn't matter.

How do you get it done?

There's no time to think about what's going to happen next.

If you don't think about something, everything will be easier.

"Undressed!" The man repeated word for word, "Search!" ”

"But please ......," Mikhail Polfilevich said vaguely.

"Ann-quiet!" The man shouted again, "Hurry up! He reinforced his words with gestures and pulled the gun out of his sleeve.

The old man hurriedly began to unfasten his coat, and the document prosecutor took his gun away, quietly watching the old man take off his sweater, clumsily jump off his boots on one foot, and wobble to unbuckle his belt.

"Hurry up!" The officer shouted.

"I'm fat...... You see......" Mikhail Polfilevich began, but the document prosecutor eventually lost patience and smashed the butt of a gun on the old man's teeth.

Su Mengfan rushed forward to help, but two strong arms grabbed him from behind, and he tried to break free but failed.

Something unexpected happened.

Originally, Vannetzka was only half the height of the thug in the black beret, but he suddenly bared his teeth and ran towards him with a roar.

The thug didn't expect the poor kid to run so fast, and Vanechka managed to grab his left hand and even hit him in the chest.

However, the officer reacted immediately, shook off Vonechka, took a step back, reached out and pulled the pistol, and then pulled the trigger.

The gunshot echoed through the tunnel, echoing in their ears, but Su Mengfan felt that he could still hear Vanechka sobbing softly, sitting on the ground.

He leaned over and pressed his hands to his stomach as the officer went over and kicked him, looked at him in disgust, and pulled the trigger on his head.

"I warned you." He looked coldly at Mikhail Porfilevich, while the latter stayed where he was, looking at Vanechka in shock.

At this time, Su Mengfan's eyes were dark, and he felt a great force in his body, pushing him forward, and the soldier who grabbed him from behind was almost dragged to the ground by him.

The time was extended for Su Mengfan, and he had enough time to grab the handle of the machine gun, open the safe, and shoot directly into the officer's chest from his backpack.

Now, he was satisfied to see a line of black holes appear on the camouflage green......