Warsaw, Poland.

After the last secret liaison point was also blown up, the intelligence agent Kaplan could only temporarily evacuate here, after all, the boss had already said that let them all withdraw from Warsaw City and move to the surrounding areas, every intelligence officer of the Dragon Chamber of Commerce is very valuable, don't make unnecessary sacrifices.

But Kaplan, who was a Jew, did not leave immediately after seeing what had happened to his compatriots, and he wanted to do something to show the people of the world what happened to the Jews here, to the people of Poland.

Today, Warsaw has been reduced to rubble under artillery fire.

The president fled, the government fled, the army became uncommanded, and the Polish cavalry, who were extremely backward in training and equipment, just like Don Quixote written in the books, rode on war horses to fight tanks and planes, this scene was so absurd, but it really happened, which even made Kaplan feel a little ridiculous and a little sad.

At this time, he was carefully walking through the street using the ruins of buildings.

After the Germans stopped bombing, the place had become unusually silent, and Kaplan had not eaten for a day and a night, and he had to take the risk of finding some food to satisfy his stomach.

"Hell ......"

Kaplan, who was walking through the ruins, suddenly heard the sound of stones crashing, and hurriedly shrank to his feet, crouching behind a ruined wall.

He thought it was a sweeper of the German army, his body muscles were completely tense, and a pocket pistol used for self-defense, which was also self-defeating at a critical moment, had been held in his palm.

Yes, this is the last lesson of their intelligence officers, because the information in their heads is very important, once they are captured by the enemy, do not think of relying on pure willpower to endure rounds of torture and torture.

The boss taught them that if they want to die like a person and don't want to suffer the torture of life worse than death, they should save the last bullet to themselves.

Kaplan clenched his pistol and slowly looked through the crack in the building in the direction of what should have been the main road square.

Then he froze, for in the middle of the ruins, where no one was left and despair was everywhere, there sat a child.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again, to make sure that he was not hallucinating from hunger, and that there was indeed a child, a child of about three or four years old, disheveled, gray-headed, and with scabbed blood on his head.

"Oh God...... How did he survive? What about his family? How did he end up here? ”

Fearing that it was a trap, Kaplan did not immediately rush to help, but instead looked left and right for possible enemy ambushes, picked up rocks and threw them into the distance.

In the sound of "crackling" impact, everything was so quiet that there was not a hint of suspicion.

After he was sure that it was not a trap, the cat quickly stepped out of his hiding place, ran to the child, and picked him up.

"Don't be afraid, little one, what about your family?"

Kaplan looked down, but his footsteps froze, for the child's leg had been completely broken from the knee, and maggots could be seen crawling slowly from the rotting wound.

The child's eyes looked at Kaplan with some blank eyes, and with obvious childishness in his words, he said weakly, "Uncle...... Do you see my mother? ”

"Look...... See, uncle, I'll take you to your mother......"

Kaplan lied, but he didn't regret it......

As he tries to find some clear water while holding the child, the child finally closes his eyes and sees his mother in another world.

Because of the corners of his mouth, there was a trace of a smile left until death.

"Damn it......! God, are you punishing your most faithful believers? Why not punish the aggressor? And to punish a child? ”

Lapland clenched his fists and slammed them into the sand.

No one could give him an answer, and Kaplan, who had been venting for a while, had to bury the dead child in the crater created by the shell.

He continued to move forward like a living corpse, and finally saw many corpses of war horses that had been blown up to mutilation in the square.

This was left by the Polish cavalry, who only pulled away the corpses of the soldiers, but left all the horses here.

Kaplan continued to walk forward, discovering countless corpses of warhorses.

They collapsed in the middle of the street, but no one cleaned the pavement and removed them.

The corpses had been decomposing there for three days, and a strong stench filled the square.

However, due to hunger, Kaplan finds one of these corpses that is not so rotten, and uses a dagger to cut off large pieces of horse meat and force himself to swallow it to relieve his hunger.

When undergoing wilderness survival training, the boss said that as an intelligence officer, you must always ensure that you are energetic and have enough protein to support your operations.

Because sometimes a single piece of your message has the potential to save thousands of lives, and even directly determine the victory or defeat of a war.

Suddenly, Kaplan, who was munching on horse meat, turned sharply and pointed his gun at the shadow behind him.

"Come out, I know you're there!"

Kaplan let out a low cry, and after a while, a thin, dirty, blood-stained girl walked out.

"Please don't hurt me, sir...... I...... I'm just so hungry......"

Kaplan's heart tugged, and he put away his pistol and cut off a large piece of horse meat with his dagger.

"Is there a fire? Try to get cooked and eat, but be careful with the Germans. ”

The girl nodded timidly, ran over to catch the horse meat that Kaplan handed her, and bowed before leaving.

Kaplan glanced in the direction the girl had disappeared, and re-hid in the shadows of the ruined building.

The local secret radio station had been destroyed in the bombing, and Kaplan was going south to hide in the nearest safe house for two days to see what was going on.

On the third day of Kaplan's departure from Warsaw, he came to Krakow, close to the Polish border.

The situation here is many times better than in Warsaw, at least there are no ruins and corpses on the roads, and instead there are all kinds of military vehicles, cars, and horse-drawn carriages.

Thousands of refugees moved on foot, whole groups of people in terror, no one knowing where they were going, why they were going, and where it was safe.

They just subconsciously wanted to stay away from the Germans, whether to the south or to the east, but not to the west in any case, that would be tantamount to sending sheep into the tiger's mouth.

Kaplan picked up a worn-out hat to hide his slightly Jewish face.

He blended into the fleeing crowd and moved as far as he could into the center.

At this moment, however, several troop carriers came from the west and blocked the way of the refugees.

The personnel carriers were covered with swastikas with inverted swastikas, and heavily armed soldiers wore inverted armbands on their arms.

"Huh? Worst! It's the Nazi SS militia! ”

Kaplan, who was an intelligence officer of the Dragon Walk, naturally recognized the identities of this group of people.

These are the most fanatical nationalists in the SS, what are they doing here?

Soon, one of the officers at the head answered Kaplan's questions with practical actions.

"Drive everybody here to the sand and gravel factory in the west."

"Yes!"

The soldiers were ordered to drive away the refugees in front of them with the butts of their rifles, whether they begged for mercy or wept, but they were unmoved.