"Damn, it's almost frozen solid. It feels like falling into an ice hole on the lake in winter."
I randomly found some rags and wiped my body dry, then put on the military uniform which, although dirty and smelly of sweat, was at least dry, was put on my body.
Alsim, who is barely feeling better, is still shivering, and the impact of the low temperature of the groundwater poured into the subway tunnel has not been completely eliminated. Alsim, the iron-clad "Slavic superman" wants to fully recover, at least for now.
It still takes some time and means.
It was at this moment that Alsim, who was thinking about getting a few pieces of chocolate to eat and replenish his calories, had no time to speak. The group of German female refugees who were also on the platform, not far away, were in Alsim.
Mu took the initiative to extend a helping hand without paying any attention to them.
"Mr. Officer, you look terrible. Do you want to come over and warm yourself over the fire?"
As usual, it was the old woman who had revealed important information to Alsim's team not long ago. Now she came to Alsim with a stooped back and a cane and issued an invitation, hoping to be of help.
But Alsim, who was blinking with big confused eyes, couldn't understand what this old woman meant at all. After all, he was uneducated and was a Siberian roughneck.
"She asked you to go over and warm yourself by the fire. Don't hold on and go over there quickly! I'll be here right away. You can't fight now."
Hearing this from the company officer who was changing clothes behind him, Alsim, who really couldn't refuse the bonfire, stopped talking nonsense.
He is not an extremely face-saving person who tries to make a fool of himself, and it is true that he is uneducated. However, Alsim, who has always followed a pragmatic approach, no longer cares about the details of whether the east is long and the west is short, and he can let it go.
Nothing is as important as recovering your body temperature quickly right now.
"And you guys, you're all a lot wet. Come over and warm yourself up."
The old lady not only extended an invitation to Alsim, but all the ordinary soldiers present who were either drowned or partially drowned were treated equally.
Alsim, who knew that pragmatism was far more important than face at this time, stopped holding his head. All the combat engineers, including himself, who were stained with water and got wet, soon came to the piles of
In front of the bonfire, small groups of people began to warm up around the bonfire.
The other platoon responsible for guarding the entrance of the subway station was not idle either. A large group of people were dispatched and hurriedly ran back to the ground.
Then he got into the infantry fighting vehicle, which had all kinds of stuff, as rich as Doraemon's pockets. He rummaged through the boxes and brought out a lot of high-calorie military rations to replenish the physical strength of his wet comrades.
Candies, chocolates, canned beef, canned pork covered with a thick layer of fat, and various biscuits, even half-eaten, with half of the bread left. In short, basically everything that could be eaten was dug out and brought out.
Already.
Alsim's team, who were severely exhausted, also accepted everyone who came, and ate whatever was brought to them. They didn't care if it was leftovers eaten by others. As long as it contains high calories and can quickly restore physical strength, that's good.
Things are absolutely practical necessities right now.
Sitting in front of the fire, he frantically ate all kinds of food and quickly replenished his physical energy. Alsim, who felt more and more energetic as he ate, didn't even bother to raise his head at first, wishing he could stuff his whole head into a can of pork.
He almost stuffed the can into his mouth and devoured it.
After finishing a box of cans, Alsim started to eat the next one. He just raised his hand and touched the can before he could even pick it up. He accidentally glanced at it from the corner of his eye and saw a timid look.
But the inseparable eyes, not far away from me, have been watching me since just now.
Subconsciously, he raised his head and took a look. What he saw in front of him was a little girl with ragged clothes and stains on her face, who was licking her fingers and swallowing saliva. She looked to be about eleven or twelve years old at most.
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He glanced at the little girl in front of him, then looked down at the can already in his hand.
Alsim, who was not good at communicating with others, didn't say anything. He just picked up the knife and cut open the can shell in his hand again, opened the lid and threw it aside privately.
Then without hesitation, he handed the opened can full of marinated beef to the little girl.
"Have a meal."
Alsim didn't speak German, and it was already killing him to be able to pronounce the word "eat" with the worst pronunciation. He couldn't pronounce another word, even if he put two words together.
There is a saying that is actually quite right: the innocence of children is one of the purest existences in the world.
She didn't feel that the strange uncle sitting in front of the fire had any malice towards her. The little girl, who had no fear at all, quickly took what Alsim handed over, but what she did immediately after was...
Yes, it's a little unexpected.
Holding the can in her two little hands, the little girl knew that it was something edible. She turned around and said "Thank you, uncle" to Alsim, a rough man who could barely understand, and trotted back to the corner on the other side.
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Curious as to what this was going to do, Alsim followed the little girl's footsteps and looked around, only to see a frail woman sitting in the corner, wearing a rag to protect herself from the cold and chilly subway tunnel.
The little girl, who was obviously a little hungry as she trotted along, immediately handed the thing in her hand to the frail woman without any hesitation.
The ensuing conversation between the mother and daughter was not something Alsim could understand, but he could guess the general content.
Seeing that the mother and daughter had begun to eat slowly, a smile appeared on the tired and weak face again. Alsim, who turned his head back, picked up half a piece of dry bread from the ground beside him and unwrapped it casually.
He picked up a layer of wrapping paper and began to slowly chew it.
Shuang Mu, who had become a little listless, stared straight at the bonfire rising and dancing in front of him, as if thinking about some very distant memories.
"Remember the mother and daughter who lived in the same building as us in Stalingrad? The scene at that time was very similar to now. I still remember it."
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Alsim's eyelids twitched visibly, after hearing the words of Lian Ming who had just sat down next to him, but at least on the surface he remained calm and did not speak a word.
"Honestly, I didn't expect you to give away the cans. Think about it, if the surviving Germans who were sent to the prisoner of war camp by you personally knew that the murderer king was now willing to help others, and took the initiative to help
They are children, I guess they won’t believe it even if I beat them to death.”
Comrade Lian, who was always serious, sometimes joked. On the contrary, Alsim, who had always been carefree, spoke uncharacteristically calmly at this moment.
"If they help me, I'll help her. Tit-for-tat, I don't want to owe anyone else, that's all."
So is this really the case?
At least the company deputy comrade who smiled helplessly and shook his head didn't think so.
"Can't you let go of your strong image inside and out? Even for a minute, no one says you're not strong, but sometimes it's better to give yourself a break. You have to believe me.