rose

On the border between the eastern Netherlands and Germany, there used to be a valley where birds and flowers were singing.

And in the middle of this valley, surrounded by countless flowers and plants, and countless birds hovering, a red rose grows.

"Ah, forgive me for getting tired of this valley that has remained the same for months, birds, birds, can you take me out of here?"

The rose bloomed slowly, her petals stretched out, and from the weak bud flew a finger-sized elf, the red petals turned into her red wings, and the green branches and leaves were her long green dress, hovering among the flowers, she was so delicate and beautiful.

"Tsk! Twitter? ”

The bird landed in front of her, rubbing its head gently against her palm, looking at her suspiciously.

"Well, if only I were as carefree as you are."

Caressing the bird's head, she seemed a little tired, and she returned to her rosebuds, but at this moment.

"Bang !!!"

Huge gunshots rang out through the valley, and the birds were frightened and fled, and the secluded valley seemed to be polluted by something indescribable, and all the flowers and plants began to tremble.

She hid in the buds, curled up tightly in the petals, but curiously peeked through the gaps in the petals at the entrance to the valley.

It was a young non-commissioned officer in military uniform, and the bloodstained armband on his shoulder indicated that he was a German soldier.

The soldier made his way into the valley with difficulty, his lower abdomen bleeding profusely, staining his clothes blood-red.

"Here... It's beautiful..."

The soldier lay weakly in the flowers, he struggled to raise the gun in his hand, the muzzle was dark, he had been afraid of the dark since he was a child, but at this moment he firmly pulled out his last bullet from his trouser belt.

At this time, there was another sound of rustling footsteps at the entrance of the valley, and she did not dare to breathe, hiding behind the petals.

"Hell German!! Surrender! Don't want to live on Dutch soil!! ”

Angry shouts rang out, and the soldier's face showed a hint of determination.

Snapped, loaded, and in one go, the soldier's finger stopped on the trigger for just a second.

"Ahhh!!!!hh

However, the cry of pain prevented the soldier from committing suicide, and he watched in astonishment as the bees and birds swooped down on the two figures outside the valley.

"You... Can you get me out of here? ”

She flew timidly and landed on the tip of the soldier's nose.

"God... Angels..."

The red wings, with a faint scent of roses, were reflected in the soldier's mind, and he let go of the gun, his fingers quivering slightly, as if he wanted to touch her.

"Ah!!h

The wind behind her with the soldier's arm frightened her into the air, and the soldier's hand fell weakly, and she quickly hid in the rose, covering her body with petals.

The soldier's gaze followed her figure to the rose in the middle of the valley, the bright flower seemed to represent something, and he opened his mouth as if to comfort her frightened, but the wound in his abdomen made him unable to speak.

In a trance, the soldier finally lost consciousness from excessive blood loss, and he felt a coolness flow into the corners of his lips, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw her small pale green figure, struggling to carry a leaf, on which there was a clear, transparent morning dew.

"You..."

The soldier's sudden opening startled her, and she flew up in a panic, trying to flee.

"Thank you."

He stared at her closely.

"You... Can you get me out of here? ”

She seemed to be moved by the soldier's sincere eyes, she no longer panicked, and slowly landed on the tip of the soldier's nose.

The soldier did not speak, he looked around, this silent and beautiful valley, and he put his hand in his pocket, where there was a black iron box, which the Germans had exchanged for the bait of a regiment of troops, the map of the Dutch border troops.

Long.

"Yes."

The soldier nodded, looking at the bright smile on her delicate face, and he smiled too, but he did not stay in the valley, he took one last look at her, and left the valley with firm steps.

The soldier returned to Germany with his mission, and the Dutch, unaware that their defensive arrangements had been exposed to the German army, thought they were safe behind the eastern line.

So half a year later, on May 10, 1940, it was destined to be a dark day.

With the help of intelligence, **'s saber pierced into the interior of the Netherlands with great momentum.

In a small battlefield on the border, a lone Dutch army fled to a remote valley in order to avoid pursuit, and when they were clearing weeds, they were surprised to find a standard German gun in the grass, they panicked, thought they had been ambushed, and fled the valley frantically.

And when they left the valley, they happened to run into him, the soldier half a year ago.

The cold bullet pierced his chest, and his eyes were fixed on the entrance to the valley, with despair and confusion.

In the distance, the German soldiers found that their companions had been killed by a group of Dutch stragglers, but it was too late to get closer, and the group of Dutch soldiers was about to scatter and flee.

"Boom !!!"

A cannon shot shook the ground and flew towards the valley in front of the soldiers.

Soldier, closed his eyes.

The rose in the valley was withering in a weedy pile, and the Dutch skirmishers had rudely uprooted it as a weed.

She lay in the wilted petals, her form almost dissipating.

She stared blankly at the rapidly approaching black iron ball in the sky.

in the brain.

It seems to remember a young, German soldier half a year ago.

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