The Death List Novel - Chapter 128

Chapter 128 Battle Hero
“Clang!” Just as Qin Lun opened his eyes and raised his hand, the sound of metal striking came from his body.

“Shackles?” He looked at the handcuffs on his wrist and frowned slightly.

Qin Lun raised his head and looked around. His eyes flickered with a faint green light. The night vision of the Moon Night Fairy was enough to turn the night into day.

This was a pitch black and dirty cell. The bluestone bricks on the ground were cold and humid. The cold air penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the black walls emitted an indescribable stench. There was a single bed beside the wall, with dark red rust on the feet of the iron bed. The thin quilt on the bed revealed black cotton wool sticking together in the tattered area. There was a fecal pit at the corner of the wall, and the black and yellow dirt on the side made people want to vomit when they saw it.

“I hate this place!” Qin Lun did not conceal his irritability. His previous life as a prisoner had made him feel unusually disgusted with all the restrictions on freedom.

After standing up and taking two steps, Qin Lun staggered. He lowered his head and saw that his ankle was actually attached to a thick shackle, which was fixed to the wall by chains. The range was only enough for him to move in half of the cell area.

A strange emotion arose in Qin Lun’s heart. His eyes that flickered with green light slowly turned red, and a low roar like that of a trapped beast came from his throat. Just as he was about to erupt, a ripple of water rippled across the pitch-black wall, and a scene that looked like a black film movie appeared.

The black-and-white silent film is about a war. Wearing a helmet and lined up neatly to pass through the square’s army formation; A towering wooded towed howitzer; A gigantic battleship chopping through the waves in the ocean …

A fleet of fighter planes whistling through the sky like dark clouds; Bombers that drop bombs on the cities below like old hens laying eggs; A tank of war chariots rumbling across a trench; Rotten corpses covered the ground, battles raging on the plain battlefield …

Until Qin Lun saw the thin moustache on the podium in the movie. The old gentleman in the wheelchair; The fat man in a woolen coat; The politician wearing a wide-brimmed military hat, always holding a big pipe …

Only then did he regain his senses, and he lowered his head in surprise and whispered, “The Second World War of the Earth’s Old Century?”

Some of the scenes in the film were different from what he had read about history, but it was clear that it was about World War II. The film was played very quickly, reaching the end in about ten minutes, and then rows of notifications that only the apostles could understand appeared.

World Scene: Earth Parallel World

Time: 25 January 1945, 11 a.m.

Venue: Gendarmerie Prison, Munich, Germany

Main Mission: Heracles

Difficulty: Sergeant Master ~ Quasi-Collation Rank

Mission Tip: This mission is a team mission. The apostle will receive the assistance of the storyline characters. The specific content is not clear. The mission reward will be given on return, depending on the apostle’s contribution points in the mission. The main task has several hidden branches. Completing any hidden branch is regarded as achieving the task goal.

Warning: The difficulty of the main hidden branch varies from sergeant major to quasi-colonel. With the help of the storyline characters, the difficulty of the quest can be considered reduced by one rank. The scope of application of the sergeant major level is the first level of apostles, and that of the quasi-colonel level is the second level of advanced apostles or the third level of beginner apostles. Please take the task carefully. Any hidden branch that fails to complete the main mission will be deducted 55 Longevity Soul Points from the apostle.

“Another mission world dominated by humans!”

Qin Lun’s attention was not focused on the notification of the death list. Instead, he muttered to himself. This world was already the third alternate space-time world that he had entered. The three worlds were all dominated by humans, and they were all related to Earth. It seemed that they were alternate space-time based on Earth’s history or myths.

The apostle is only a soul body, and the nomological body can be transformed into any form. In a sense, they could become any living thing, able to enter any non-human dominated space-time plane. For example, the world of the mechanical race, the silicon-based world, the universe …

“Could it be that I was originally a human, so I was trapped in a mission world dominated by humans? Or could it be that my strength and apostle level are not enough to be able to access other high-tech and high-devil worlds?”

Qin Lun’s eyes flickered as he fell into deep thought. He had forgotten about the dirty and sloppy surroundings of the dungeon.

“Clang!” Just as Qin Lun was thinking, the sound of unlocking came from the cell door.

“Clean him up and bring him to the interrogation room!” A few words of German with a strong Munich accent came from the door.

Several tall German soldiers rushed into the cell, untied Qin Lun’s shackles, crossed his arms impolitely, and carried him out of the door. Suddenly, Qin Lun arrived at the bright corridor from the dark prison cell. He involuntarily narrowed his eyes, and the green light in his eyes disappeared quietly.

The German soldiers carried him to a shower. When they uncuffed him and asked Qin Lun to wash his body, he realized that his dirty and tattered prison uniform was also a gray German military uniform.

Was the dead also a German soldier? Qin Lun stood naked under the shower head. The hot water flowed down his cheeks and broad chest, brushing away all the dirt on his body.

Qin Lun immersed his consciousness in the remnant memories of his body …

Gerthard Heinrich: Twenty-eight years old. Born in Obenzen, Hanover. Father is a country farmer. He joined the army in 1936 and underwent short-term officer training at the Munich Military Academy during the war. He is now attached to the German Mountain Hunter Corps and platoon leader of the First Division’s Special Alpine Brigade.

Gerthardt was a German with a good reputation. He was calm and patient, skilled in spearmanship, and had outstanding military skills. The reason for his imprisonment was because he was involved in a soldier-to-soldier fight in a tavern. The details of the incident were unclear. It was possible that Gerhardt had drunk a lot of alcohol at that time, resulting in his memory loss after his death.

However, the cause of Gerthardt’s death was clear. This robust German officer committed suicide. His parents, wife and children seemed to have died in the bombing of the Allies, and the German second lieutenant who had received the bad news was drunk in the tavern and then engaged in a fight with weapons.

After being imprisoned, Gerthardt felt that he had lost his military honor and survival goals. He chose to commit suicide after feeling depressed. However, Gerhardt’s choice of suicide did not appear in his memories, as if he had died silently if he wanted to.

After Qin Lun finished washing his body, he turned off the tap and looked at the wet face in the bathroom mirror. The German man in the mirror had a nose job, thin cheeks, and tightly pursed lips. Within the deep sockets of his eyes, the pair of light gray eyes that were as sharp as an owl were impressive.

This was a rigid, tough, cruel, and indifferent man! The corners of Qin Lun’s mouth curved upwards, revealing a strange arc. He liked to play such a role.

“Second Lieutenant, this is your military uniform!” When Qin Lun walked out of the shower with a towel, a German gendarmerie handed him a brand new uniform. “Please dress immediately, Lieutenant Colonel is waiting for you!”

Dressed in military uniform, the German gendarmerie led him through several corridors and into a sealed interrogation room. Qin Lun noticed that there were no windows in the corridor, and the ventilation was mostly by ventilation fans. He guessed that this place should be underground or in the belly of the mountain.

The interrogation room was empty, with only a simple and crude desk. There was a wooden stool several meters in front of the desk, and behind it stood a German colonel.

The officer was tall and sturdy. He was six feet and four inches tall, or more than 1.9 meters tall. He had a huge scar on his left face from his chin to his temples and was staring at Qin Lun who had entered the room.

Kieran’s pupils shrank. Gerthardt was a pure German soldier. He didn’t care about anything except war and weapons, but he had the name of the officer in his mind.

Otto Scorzini!

Scorzini’s head was shrouded in countless dazzling halos: the German battle hero, the commander of the special forces in Oningburg, Mussolini’s miracle rescuer …

He was responsible for stopping Hungarian dictator Holty from betraying the Axis powers by sending commandos to infiltrate the rear of the Allied forces in disguise and wreak havoc. He was once called the “most dangerous man in Europe” by British Prime Minister Winston Churchill.

Qin Lun took two steps forward and, as Gerthardt remembered, straightened his back and raised his chest, staring coldly at Skorzny.

“Second Lieutenant Gerthard Heinrich was once awarded the First Order Iron Cross for his extraordinary courage in battle!” Scorzini pointed at the wooden stool and sat back down at the table. He picked up Gerthard’s information and began to study it.

“Do you still remember how you went to prison?” Skorzny stared at Qin Lun with a sharp gaze.

“I don’t remember!” Qin Lun replied expressionlessly.

“You provoked a fierce battle in a tavern filled with officers. Seven of the twenty-odd people you injured were seriously wounded, five of them dead, including two lieutenants of the National Defense Force and one SS major!” Skorzny’s lips twitched as he read Gerthard’s information.

The gendarmerie officer who recorded the information recalled that they had dispatched two squads of armed gendarmes to suppress Gerthard, but they were all defeated by Second Lieutenants of the Mountain Division, who wore Edelweiss. In the end, he fell to the ground drunk and was tied to the gendarmerie headquarters.

Gerthardt woke up, seemingly aware that he might not be able to escape military justice, feeling that he had lost the honor of a soldier. At the same time, his relatives had passed away and were no longer loved, so he chose to commit suicide in his cell.

A thought flashed through his mind, and Qin Lun still pursed his lips tightly, not defending himself.

“Lieutenant Heinrich, you were once a German battle hero! I can understand your pain, but I don’t appreciate your choice!” Scorzini tapped on the table with his fingers. He stood up and pressed down on the table. He leaned over and looked at Qin Lun. “To be frank, I have a mission that requires extraordinarily powerful martial artists to complete. Do you want to get away with it? Or do you want to rot in your cell!”

“Does Germany still need me as a sinner?” When he opened his mouth again, Qin Lun realized that his voice was exceptionally hoarse.