Steel Soviet Union

It was a street shop that looked dilapidated. Broken glass and collapsed signboards were scattered all over the floor. It was unknown whether it was caused by energy impact or chemical blasting. Cement bricks and debris were scattered almost everywhere. yes.

Holding a camera in his hand, Jill stepped forward and walked to the collapsed sign. With his passable but not proficient German, he was able to recognize that the German word on the sign meant bakery.

"I wonder if anyone else wants to go in and take a look?"

Jill was standing at the door of the dilapidated store, hesitating and hesitating. Another young female reporter who was traveling with Jill also came up at the right time, walked to Jill and whispered suggestions, and looked into the store from time to time. , seems to be looking for something.

"Is this okay? Mary. Do you want to tell Jefferson? Is this considered an unauthorized act?"

Perhaps out of fear of the unknown, Jill, who was usually quite courageous, was a little hesitant now. On the contrary, Mary, who was usually not as courageous as her, seemed fearless.

"It's okay, Gil, don't be afraid. We're not acting without authorization, and we haven't gone far. Besides, look, there are Soviet soldiers behind us. All the Nazi troops here have been wiped out by them. Have you forgotten? Yet?"

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One of the reasons why Jill feels inexplicable fear of the Nazis is that there have been many black rumors about these evil thugs.

Indiscriminate killing of innocents, mutilation of women, torture and murder of children, such as rape and gang rape, such horrific things that make women's legs tremble when they hear them, are even more common among the ranks of Nazi thugs with corrupt military discipline.

There are even reports that the German generals will set up clubs for senior officers and keep captured beauties in them for their lewd pleasure.

What's in that dark, rundown bakery?

Jill felt an inexplicable fear of the invisible unknown, fearing that there would be a few Nazi soldiers hiding there who were ready to commit violence on her and take her away.

Thanks to the company of Mary, who was quite courageous at this time, Jill finally plucked up the courage to walk into this dilapidated bakery with Mary, and check it out for the sake of her career future and curiosity.

"Speaking of which, Jill. Aren't you afraid of those Soviet soldiers? They left quite a few rape crimes wherever they passed. They were all reported in the newspapers. Have you seen them?"

After all, they were all women, and Mary could probably guess what Jill was afraid of, but she didn't expect that the answer that followed was quite unexpected.

"Afraid? No, I'm not afraid of those Soviet soldiers."

"Oh? Why is that? You know those things but don't feel scared. Is there any reason?"

Mary's question caused Jill to fall into deep thought for a short time. To be honest, she had never thought about the answer to this question before, let alone realized it. Now that she was asked about it, she began to think about the answer. 6̾̾

"I don't know exactly, but I always feel that we are safe under their protection. Yes, Mary, I believe I can feel safe, but I don't know why. I trust them. "

"Well security and trust, right?"

Click——

Clicking on the camera in her hand, she took the next photo of the interior of this dilapidated bakery, which seemed to have been swept by a strong wind. Mary, who was chatting with Jill while working, still looked relaxed and happy, without any tension caused by environmental factors. with fear.

"I guess that may not be what those Soviet soldiers brought to you, but what the Soviet general brought to you. He is tall, handsome, young and promising, and has tens of thousands of elite soldiers at his disposal. More importantly, he Still unmarried. This is the perfect dream lover, Jill. Even if you don’t realize it, I guess your trust and security come from him.”

"Oh my god, Mary, what are you talking about? I don't, how could I fall in love with a Soviet general for no reason? This is so far-fetched."

"Is it far-fetched?"

Compared to Jill who was a little flustered, Mary, who was a little older and had already married and had children and became a mother, was obviously more experienced in this regard and knew better what it was like for a young girl to be in love and suffer from the early symptoms of unrequited love.

"Maybe, Gil. But you have to ask yourself, if you don't have any feelings for him at all, then I don't quite understand why you smiled from the first moment you saw him when you got out of the car. That's not Like fake."

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Gil stopped talking. To be precise, he didn't know what to say next.

Mary is right, even Jill himself realizes that he may have to take time to ask himself and think back. The only person who can best understand and clarify himself is himself.

Click——

"Okay, I think these few photos should be enough. There doesn't seem to be much else here. We are going to the next place."

"Who are you!?"

Before Mary could finish her words, and before Jill, whose brain was temporarily short-circuited, could completely recover, a figure flashed out from behind the small door at the front desk and forcibly interrupted everyone's thoughts.

Whether it was the tone of the nervous questioning or the solid wooden stick in his hand as a weapon, everything that seemed calm just now was no longer so simple from this moment on.

"Oh, oh, don't get excited, ma'am. I, uh, we are not the Soviets, we are not here to attack or rob you, we are reporters from the United States, just to take some photos, do some interviews, and record some things. You If you don’t understand, just think that we are newspaper writers. We have no ill intentions. Can you put down the stick now?”

Jill’s German proficiency is average, but Mary’s German proficiency is very good. Taking a German course in college was probably one of the most correct and useful decisions she made before entering the workplace.

"What if I say no? Why should I believe you? Believe foreigners?"

Even if Jill's German level is average, she can still understand this relatively simple conversation, and of course she knows how to respond.

Jill, who has a strong personality, chose to take the initiative at this time.

"Because based on your current actions, we could immediately call in the Soviet soldiers outside and arrest you, but we didn't do that. Is this sincere enough?"

Although the middle-aged woman in her thirties, who wore an apron and disheveled hair and looked like a pastry chef, was still very emotional, after hearing Jill's impassioned speech and not stumbling, she became more emotional than before. I have obviously gotten better, and gradually started to calm down and think about the truth.

"You go, there is no more bread for sale here. Everything has been taken away. I just want to protect my children. Please don't bother us again."

Mary, who had already taken out a small notebook and quickly took notes, didn't have time to reply. Jill took a step forward and spoke again.

"Maybe we can help you, or rather we can help each other."