Rules of Scum Attack [Quick Transmigration]

The man's green eyes were like pools of stagnant water in a swamp.

With the general's permission, Luo walked out of the house for the first time. It is already deep winter, the trees are withered and the houses are dilapidated, and everything is in depression. The street outside is very quiet, no one is walking around, only some soldiers are patrolling diligently. It seems that the empire hasn't figured out how to arrange for the civilians in this city, so they still live in large warehouses and provide food every day.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, and the wind blew up the sand and gravel, which made people's faces hurt, but the smell of blood was reduced a lot, and the color of blood disappeared on the street, and it was completely cleaned.

Luo followed Guderian in the back seat of the black car, looking at the scenery outside through the window. The man didn't tell him what he was going to do, and he didn't ask. He just pretended to be an obedient "pet" character, But the quiet and depressing atmosphere made Luo feel uncomfortable again. He took the overcoat he was wearing, which was bought by Bermings before.

It seemed to want him to be completely cut off from the past, and everything but his whole being belonged to the Empire.

"General." The young man couldn't help but finally said, "Where are we going now?"

The man didn't speak, and even refused to give him a look indifferently. He just unfolded the newspaper in front of him and read it carefully.The empire is also invincible in other countries. It may not be long before Guderian will go to other fronts to command operations after he takes full control of this place. Of course, all of this is for the ambition of the empire and his loyalty.

History is always written by the victors. In the news, editors describe the empire as a mighty lion, expanding its own territory without mentioning the casualties and despair it brings.

Guderian just watched the intense and exciting words on the news calmly, then closed the newspaper and closed his eyes tiredly. He couldn't rest well. Military strategy, the future of the empire, everything was given to him The pressure forced him to move forward.

Seeing the general's appearance, the young man also closed his mouth, and continued to look out of the window quietly.The whole city has become very different from before. Before seeing the sun again, he stayed in the cellar for more than a month, listening to the radio every day and listening to Guderian's final announcement.

"General, we're here." The car stopped, and Luo recognized it. The city's prison was established here.

Guderian opened his eyes, glanced at Luo's seemingly nervous face, and said, "Get out of the car."

Luo didn't understand, so he felt that he should have no reason to be convicted, but why did he bring him here?Standing on the land of the motherland, all this seems unreal, surrounded by soldiers and rulers of other countries, all told him the fact that you have lost, and you have suffered a crushing defeat.

"Today is the day for the execution of war criminals." Standing beside Luo, he said briskly. He looked at Guderian with an inexplicable heat. This is the object of his allegiance and was cultivated by the empire. weapons.

High-ranking officers all wore black gloves, as if they could get rid of all the bloody things in front of them.

"Then why did you bring me here?" Luo asked in a low voice. He already had a bad feeling in his heart. Looking at the tall man's back in front of him, he flinched a little. "Those war criminals..." Those war criminals of the empire used to be guard Soldiers of their country.

"As an enemy of the empire, he should be punished." Guderian's indifferent and restrained voice came from in front of him. He walked firmly and steadily on the road, as if nothing could stop him and change his belief.He is the spirit of the soldiers of the Empire, not only himself, but also to a higher degree the future he will bring to the Empire's victory.

Guderian has become a symbol, a symbol of the cruelty of the empire, a symbol of the strength of the empire.

They stood not far away and looked at the prisoners who were tied to wooden stakes not far in front of them. They seemed to have suffered a lot, with unwillingness and resentment in their eyes, and they stared at Gu with angry eyes. If Derian's figure was real, Guderian would have been hacked into pieces long ago.

Unfortunately not.

War, cruel war, only winning or losing, there is no right or wrong.

Those who lose have to bear the bitter fruit of weakness.

"Guderian, you will become like us sooner or later." The man tied at the very center was in a state of embarrassment, wearing a numbered prison uniform, but his eyes were so firm that people dare not look directly at them. "Go to the glory of the empire, you demons will receive double retribution sooner or later!"

Luo knew that man. He was once one of the top commanders in their country's war. The firm face of this brown-haired man and his determination to win when he preached on TV once deeply moved him.

Looking at such a person, Luo knew how humble and insignificant he was, and even felt guilty.

He became the servant of the enemy, and the real hero was tied to the pillar to be slaughtered.

The man in the center was the last to be executed. He had to watch his comrades around him being shot to death one by one. No matter how strong his spirit was, he couldn't help but collapse. He was unable to defend his country and his people.

Guderian raised his hand to stop the soldiers from continuing to execute, and only the man in the middle was left among the war criminals.

Guderian looked at him, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly for the first time: "Konrad Goebbels, let your people come and see you off for the last time." After speaking, he patted Luo on the shoulder, The young man turned his head stiffly to look at the man's cold side face. The demon wanted him to kill their hero.

"No..." He couldn't help but begged, his face turned pale, but Birmins put the gun in Luo's hand, raised his arm and aimed the gun at the man.

"Have you ever used robbing?" Primes looked at Luo gently and asked with a smile, but it was difficult for Luo to give him any response at this time. He just looked into Conrad's eyes, and the man's deep eyes seemed to draw him Complicated emotions were also transmitted to him.

Luo couldn't help shaking his head, his eyes couldn't help turning red, the accumulated tears blurred his vision, he tried hard not to let the tears flow down, he didn't want the enemy to see his fragility.

"As long as you pull the trigger, he will die." Boomings approached Luo's ear mischievously. He stood behind the young man and supported his arm. "Boom! The enemies of the empire will disappear forever."

Guderian frowned and looked at Luo's face, and said to Permings, "Let him go."

Birmins took a step back and made a gesture of surrender, but his eyes were still looking at the back of Luo's head with malicious intent.

"Lo Stemus." Guderian called Luo's full name.The young man couldn't help turning his head away to look elsewhere, but he responded meekly to his call, "Are you going to do it?"

His scrutinizing eyes scanned the young man's body. Guderian tapped his index finger on the hand hanging by his side, and then looked at the adjutant standing behind with no expression on his face: "Bermings."

"Received." Burnings smiled, took away the gun that Luo was holding tightly in his hand, and ended Conrad's life without any hesitation.

But at this time, the young man seemed to be recovering from his senses. Following the gunfire, his body trembled slightly, and a tear finally flowed down. He stretched out his hand dully to wipe the wet marks on his face, but his eyes kept on looking at him. looking at the man tied to the post.

Guderian frowned, and took a step forward to block Luo's sight. The young man looked up at the man's indifferent face, his lips twitched, but he couldn't say anything in the end.

"This is the price of losing." The general said without emotion, "You will die only if you are weak."

The words were so cold, like snow that would never melt, but Guderian's movements were very gentle. He took off one of his gloves in a gentlemanly manner, gently touched the young man's face, and wiped it with his thumb. Looking at the wet marks under the opponent's eyes.

Bermins watched the general's movements not far away, expressionless.