The sharp weapon broke through the air, but within a thousandth of a second when the tip of the sword was about to contact the murderer's skin, a stone suddenly bounced from Xie Yuanyuan's side, hitting the tip of the knife with great force and at the same time. The crisp sound of blows overlapped with the officer's command to stop. The guard didn't know that death had passed him by, but he still held the baton angrily. Xie Yuanyuan's sword was biased, like an invisible wind, spinning down aside.
Drawing the sword, being blocked, withdrawing his hand, and stepping aside, these four actions happened almost at the same time. Xie Yuanyuan quickly retreated into the team like a ghost, and no one noticed his whereabouts!
The young man's life was saved by a strange combination of circumstances.
The officer walked slowly in front of the young man. Xie Yuanyuan urgently searched for the person who stopped him with a slingshot. Among the female prisoners watching on the opposite side, from the hurried and frightened faces, a pair of indifferent, black eyes with a hint of hostility were directly facing Xie Yuanyuan. The player opposite raised two fingers. , pressing lightly as if from a distance.
It's Du Zijun!
As if he suddenly had a backbone, Xie Yuanyuan breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he had taken the liberty just now, but...
He turned his head and continued to stare at the Nazi officer who was gradually approaching the boy. His polished military boots had an unpleasant sheen in the deepening darkness and the white light of the searchlights, which clicked against the gravel-strewn ground.
"You are very courageous, young man." The officer said with a half-smile. "This kind of courage is usually not common among Jews... I very much hope that you can keep it up."
The young man's thin body was trembling slightly. He gritted his teeth and closed his mouth stubbornly.
"But," the officer smiled kindly, "There is no next time, so remember."
He turned around as if to get back to his easy task of picking and choosing. The young man stared at his back warily, and was about to stand up from the ground with his elbows on his hands. The officer's smiling expression did not move at all, but he suddenly turned around, and the heel of his boot was like an iron hoof trampling down, and he kicked the young man's face hard like lightning. Stomping him like a kite with a broken string, he flew several meters away. There was a crisp sound of broken bones, and several teeth flew out along with blood!
Xie Yuanyuan's shoulders trembled subconsciously, and the prisoners around him all exclaimed. The female prisoners on the other side burst into mournful wails, and were forcibly held down again.
A tall and strong guard yelled roughly and carried the half-dead boy to the camp of qualified products like a chicken.
"moslem." The officer's face was relaxed and kind. He stood back up unhurriedly, raised his finger, and ordered the old man in front of him to go to the camp of the eliminated ones.
Xie Yuanyuan felt cold all over.
This coldness came from the inside out. He bit his lip tightly and understood Du Zijun's intention to stop him - if he was impulsive and allowed the violent guard to turn into a pool of blood in front of everyone, what would happen next The situation is bound to get completely out of control. By then, he can escape, Du Zijun can escape, and other players with life-saving cards can escape, but these civilians will definitely not be able to escape.
In just a few seconds, the Nazi officer's explosive power, physical fitness, and extremely cold-blooded and ruthless character were all revealed to everyone. Xie Yuanyuan understood that he had to be extra careful. With his attributes locked, and without the buff effect of the heaven-defying physique, he would not be able to survive three moves at the hands of this eagle dog.
So, what about the remaining two people? Where did they go
Xie Yuanyuan could only try to comfort himself. Although he still didn't know what roles they were assigned to, according to their strength, they would be fine... for sure.
The SS officer patted and pinched the person in front of Xie Yuanyuan, then classified him as a qualified product. Xie Yuanyuan stuck behind him, like an unnoticed ghost. His nails were briefly dipped in the marking poison powder in his backpack, and he lightly rubbed it on the back of the officer's hand.
A gentleman's revenge is never too late, sooner or later he will kill you.
Xie Yuanyuan's eyes flashed across his face, and then he walked into the hut where the Jews were temporarily detained without looking back, like a vengeful little wolf cub.
Du Zijun looked at him on the other side for a long time. It wasn't until Xie Yuanyuan's figure slowly disappeared behind the two-person high fence gate that he looked away with relief and whispered: "It's okay, come back."
The sparkling blood rippled in the shadows under his feet, and Yu Zhaocha's swollen and ferocious face vaguely showed a gap, then faded away.
You know, Xie Yuanyuan is not stupid, he is just very naive and relies on intuition to act. But at the moment, Du Zijun is thankful that he relies on intuition and does not delve deeper into where the unqualified eliminated candidates will go.
For him, Xie Yuanyuan's innocence was more troublesome than Wen Zheliu's kindness. Wen Zheliu could be said to be sophisticated but not worldly, but Xie Yuanyuan was too easily influenced and impulsive. If he had reacted, the large number of old, weak, sick and disabled Jews behind him would have been symbolically distributed a piece of soap by the SS, and then queued up to enter the incineration room with the "Bath House" sign on it, and be burned alive into a wisp of smoke floating on the chimney. If the green smoke is emitted, the situation will only become more uncontrollable.
However... there are some uncontrollable factors here.
Du Zijun turned his head and looked at the female officer responsible for selecting female prisoners, a woman whose appearance was very much in line with Aryan aesthetics.
This woman was very beautiful, with blond hair and blue eyes, snow-skinned skin and red lips, her eyebrows were trimmed to a mean and slender shape, and the arc formed by her cheekbones and chin looked delicate and elegant. She looked coldly at all the unkempt Jewish women, but they were not wearing dark SS uniforms, but tightly wrapped nurse uniforms.
She also wore spotless white gloves on her hands, and she stood as straight as a steel plate. She did not touch the prisoner like the male officer, but only observed with her naked eyes. Eliminating the thin and leaving the strong - this woman's expression was filled with a kind of morbid and heartfelt hatred.
Du Zijun's face was expressionless, his eyes slowly moved from the pistol and whip hanging on her waist to her high-top black military boots, and two words came to his mind.
Viper.
Normally, this kind of thing would have been easily dealt with without him taking action, just relying on the imperial ghost that Long Ji left for him. But now that so much time has passed, the system's main task prompt has still not arrived, as if it has been... It's like they've been forgotten in this world...
Du Zijun didn't know whether the main mission this time required players to dig out by themselves, or whether it required specific places and things to trigger, so he had no choice but to stay put with Xie Yuanyuan.
It was almost his turn. Du Zijun took a step forward and waited calmly for the female officer's inspection.
Under the gradually thickening night, the girl's skin color is like translucent magnolia, or the fragrant new snow falling on the eaves, with the unique delicacy of the Oriental people. Even though he had transformed into a female body, Du Zijun was still tall and straight. His eyebrows were as dark as his hair, which combined with his pale skin revealed a somewhat thrilling beauty contrast.
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The female officer looked at him steadily, her green eyes like some kind of snake that wanted to devour people. For the first time, she carefully took off her gloves, revealing her white fingers covered with red nail polish. Then she suddenly pinched Du Zijun's chin, and the rich scent of perfume poured into Du Zijun's nose - she was getting closer, looking at him carefully. .
Du Zijun's eyebrows jumped.
The pain coming from the jaw was extremely clear. This was not a woman at all... No, in other words, this was not the hand strength that a normal person should have. If he was really just an ordinary girl, his jawbone would probably be crushed by the combined strength of her index finger and thumb.
"What's your name?" the female officer raised her sharp eyebrows and asked in a hoarse voice.
"... Du Zijun." He said his name directly.
He wants to test how real this world is.
"Oh?" The female officer's cold and rigid expression finally changed. She smiled in surprise, but her fingers were still firmly stuck on his chin, and she increased her strength bit by bit, as if she was giving him a blow. A torture that tests endurance, "Are you... an Oriental?"
Du Zijun's heart immediately skipped a beat.
Worse still.
If the system had concealed the player's identity, then this female SS officer would not have said anything about his name, but now she not only noticed herself, but also determined her Eastern origin...
"Look into my eyes, little Oriental girl." The female officer wore medium-heeled military boots and was slightly taller than Du Zijun. "If you are not one of these hateful-looking Jewish bitches, then maybe I can consider being nicer to you..."
Du Zijun's eyes were cold: "What if I am?"
He interrupted the female officer.
"Then remember... don't talk back to me when I'm talking!" The woman's voice suddenly rose, and she screamed nervously, and the next second, she struck Du Zijun hard on the face!
This slap was fast and violent, and with Du Zijun's attributes being forced down to level 1, he actually couldn't dodge it! He was instantly beaten and staggered, the corners of his mouth were broken, and the long nails on his left cheek were bleeding. After he staggered to his feet, he heard the hoarse voice of the female officer: "Remember my name, you Jewish bitches." Son! I am Marcel Knissler, the head nurse of the SS, and the master who will decide your life and death in the future! So it’s best not to make me angry, do you understand!”
… good.
Du Zijun slowly wiped the corners of his mouth, and he tasted a burst of blood on the tip of his tongue.
very good.
He straightened up, took a deep breath, and suppressed the killing intent in his body like an angry sea.
great.
Du Zijun raised his legs and walked forward. Yu Zhaocha's swollen eyes were staring at Marcel's face. In just a short moment, no less than dozens of ways to kill this woman had crossed his mind, but he endured it. Hold on, because now is not the time to act recklessly.
All the Jewish women around him were silent and walked with their heads lowered. Only Du Zijun's waist was straight, with two balls of gloomy fire burning in his eyes.
He followed most of the survivors and walked slowly toward the shack where the prisoners were temporarily held.