Rules of Scum Attack [Quick Transmigration]

Luo sat on the bed, and there was infinite silence outside. When he walked to the window, the wooden floor creaked, and he could clearly see soldiers guarding him outside. Of course, the object of their protection was not him, but the real owner of the house. ——Guderian Ocher, the glory of the empire, the devil in the eyes of the victims.

"Why did you choose me?" When Luo moved into the room with the few daily necessities, he asked Guderian's adjutant, a man named Birmins. Compared with the devil who disregarded human life on the battlefield, he was more like a nobleman sitting high in the palace, a fox, although he always looked at others gently, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"The general admires your piano sound very much." Birmins replied at that time, and the man in military uniform didn't seem intimidating. After a little mention of the general's habits, he let Luo explore the whole house.

This itself was the residence of the mayor. After the defeat, it became Guderian's command battalion. He would live and guard here for a long time until the king called him back to the empire.It's a pity that the war has just subsided, and he needs to continue to take charge of some follow-up matters. Of course, this is also a deterrent. No one dares to easily offend the majesty of the "Glory of the Empire".

There was an old piano in the lobby on the first floor. Luo stood in front of him and casually played a few times, but looked away, looking at the whole house blankly.

He will take care of Guderian's daily life in this house as a servant, but he can't open the door and go out unless the general himself allows him, otherwise the soldiers outside will ruthlessly kill them all. It is the belief of Imperial soldiers to allow any threat to live with their supreme commander.

There are fresh food in the refrigerator, which are bought by soldiers outside and put in. Luo is allowed to use the refrigerator and can cook. He had been searched completely before, it was a search that lost his dignity, until now thinking about it, Luo frowned and felt ashamed and angry.

Just because of the sound of the piano, it didn't seem easy to convince people. Luo obediently sat on the sofa. In the afternoon, he ate some bread, and then sat in the living room waiting for the general's return.

He needs to show his innocence and fear, so that people can let go of their guards, and at the very least, he can live better.

The soldiers outside seemed to make noises. They saluted and greeted the people who got out of the black car. A tall man in military uniform passed them expressionlessly, and then the soldier standing at the door opened the door.

"General, you are back." Luo stood up to greet him, and when he saw the presence of another person in the family, Guderian just nodded to him dignifiedly, without unnecessary greetings, as if the person beside him was not important. own servant.

"Is the hot water ready?" The soldier behind him asked suddenly, and his fierce eyes fell on Luo. Luo trembled in fright, but nodded quickly: "It's all ready."

Luo hurriedly stepped forward to help Guderian take off the black wool trench coat he was wearing outside the military uniform. The weather outside was very cold, and the windbreaker was full of coolness. The door was closed, and Luo hugged the general's trench coat and followed him. After entering the bedroom on the second floor, he hung the clothes on the hanger and watched the general take off his suit.

"Then I'll go out first, and you can call me again if you have anything to do." Luo said respectfully, with a docile expression on his face.

"Hmm." Guderian didn't look at him, his eyes were always looking straight ahead, calm.

Luo exited the general's bedroom, closed the door gently, as if he dared to take a big breath at this time, pursed his lips, and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of red wine. This was also the general's habit before going to bed, which Bermings told him.

It can't be regarded as expensive. Luo stopped his movements and listened to the movement upstairs. The man took a shower very quickly. He seemed to have walked out of the bathroom. Luo quickly took out the glass and poured half a glass of wine, and then walked to the bedroom with the glass There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." A man's low voice came from inside the door. When he walked in, he saw the man wearing a nightgown sitting on a chair in front of the desk. The warm yellow light of the desk lamp shone on his cold face, which softened a lot. , Dark green eyes watched the young man who came forward cautiously, and Guderian looked away after he put the wine glass on the desk.

"...General, please rest early, I will leave first." Luo seemed very unwilling to be alone with a man in such a closed environment, which made him feel very uncomfortable, and more importantly, he could even smell The deep smell of blood on the man's body may be caused by psychological factors, but this is not comfortable. The blood on the man's hands comes from his country and his compatriots.

But the famous killing machine on the battlefield did not appear to be so aggressive in private. The general just kept silent and did not allow the young man to speak. He looked at the wine glass calmly, and then slowly said: "How old are you?"

"20." Luo said in a low voice. He was originally at the age of college, but because of the war, he was displaced and became a servant of the enemy. This is more like a humiliation, but it is also a means of saving his life. After all, only Only by living can there be more possibilities.

Guderian is 36 years old this year, and he will be 37 in one month after this winter. According to his age, he can even be the father of the young man in front of him, but it is different in general.

"Are you going to school?" The man picked up his glass and took a sip of the wine, and said slowly. At this moment, a more lazy atmosphere emerged from his body, like a resting lion enjoying a short period of peace.

"Yes, General." Luo Wen replied meekly. He hung his head, his broken hair covered his face. Guderian raised his hand, but saw the young man subconsciously turned his head to avoid his touch, so The man ordered with a deadpan expression: "Squat down."

Luo couldn't help clenching his fists, but still obeyed the man's order and knelt down in front of him on one knee. Guderian looked at the obedient young man in front of him, and continued to stretch out his hand to hook the broken hair covering the young man's cheeks behind his ears. At this moment, he seemed to be completely relaxed, and his tone was not so cold: "Do you have Asian blood?"

Black-haired youths are not common in this brown-haired country, but Guderian is even more dazzling golden. His appearance is like an angel described in a myth, and the youth in front of him is more like a man from hell. The unlucky son who came here, but in reality the identities of the two seem to be reversed.

Luo couldn't help clenching his teeth at the touch of the man's ear, but he still nodded: "My grandfather is from Dongyang."

"Oriental..." Guderian seemed to be thinking about something, and sooner or later the empire's territory would accommodate everything.

The red wine was quickly drunk by the man, but he still had no intention of letting the youth go: "I don't seem to have heard the piece you played last night."

Luo breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want to be questioned by men about his family anymore: "That's the song I wrote myself."

"What's your name?" The man stared at the fair face of the young man, with indifference in his dark green eyes. He was not a good connoisseur, nor did he call himself an artist. In his opinion, the best art was a hymn to victory on the battlefield.But the young man's song is unexpectedly very suitable for his appetite, with ambition and loyalty.

""Tomorrow"." It was a song written for hope, Luo said the name, it was a song he wrote for his own country.

Guderian looked at Luo silently, put the empty wine glass on the table, and made a light noise.

"Go out."