The sweetness, and in this increasingly faint sweetness, they cuddled together, wrapped in various blankets, surrounded by the stove that had never been extinguished, and peacefully entered a dreamland without war.

That night, Wei Ran, who also filled his stomach with pork skin jelly, suffered from insomnia. Whenever he closed his eyes, he would think of those dismembered military horses and the nursing home hit by incendiary bombs as described by Lidia.

, thinking of those rats that like to eat cooked meat, thinking of the five children that Mrs. Via had sacrificed, and also thinking of what Lydia said about the drivers, children and injured people who froze to death on the lake.

Also suffering from insomnia were Kona and Lydia, who were sleeping side by side, back to back. Both girls put their hands into the pillow rolls rolled up with clothes. Inside, without exception, there was a box filled with German chocolates.

round iron box.

Of course, in the girl Kona's arms was a pair of bearskin mittens lent to her by Weiran. In one of the gloves was a German P38 pistol without top bullets.

In the faint red light emitted by the stove, the girl could not help but think of the German pilot who was shot dead by her, of the German corpse she saw hanging on the wooden beam by Wei Ran, and of those things that appeared in Wei Ran's mind.

corpses of military horses, and aspic that filled everyone’s stomachs before going to bed.

It feels so good to be full...

Ke

Na couldn't help but squeeze the tin box containing German chocolates, and then she quietly took her hand out, and slowly put it into the warm bearskin gloves. The furry touch inside the gloves was very much like her before.

The bearskin spread on the bed.

It feels so good to be full...

On the other side of the stove, Mrs. Via also let out a silent sigh of contentment. She gently pulled out a small tk pistol from under her pillow, touched the wooden grip patch on it, and touched the "Soviet Bank" on it.
Chapter completed!