Death Train by Levinson Len

Author:Levinson, Len [Levinson, Len]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Pretending to be dead, his eyes opened to slits, Major Richter watched them enter the woods. His head felt split open and the flesh on his face was torn by the kick he’d received from Mahoney. His nose was broken and his two front teeth had been knocked out, filling his mouth with blood. When he could no longer see the terrorists he spat out the blood and shuddered in horror. The scum had almost killed him, but he would live. He’d pretended to be dead and they hadn’t bothered to check his pulse, the ignorant stupid fools. They should have shot him again through the temple to make sure; that’s what he would have done. But this game isn’t over yet, Richter thought grimly. I still have a few cards to play.

He remained on the ground for several more minutes, making sure that the terrorists were far away. He thought of the big monster in the black beret who’d kicked him out of the cab. He’d never forget that man’s face, so ugly and gnarled it was, with fire spurting out of his eyes, it had seemed. He fervently hoped that someday he’d meet that man again. He’d rip him apart and feed him to the carrion crows.

Coughing and spitting blood, Richter remembered with shame how he’d cowered against the wall of the locomotive cab, paralyzed with fear, unable to do anything, a disgrace to the high ideals and great traditions of the SS. Fortunately, there was no one alive to tell the story except those terrorists, and they’d never be in a position to do that. Richter’s awful secret was safe. But now he wanted revenge against those terrorists who’d shamed him and smashed his face. Somehow he’d get them. There had to be a way.

He stood up and dusted himself off. He ran his hands over his face, and it was raw with pain. He couldn’t breathe through his nose and when he touched it he nearly screamed. His nose bone was protruding through the skin. It was too horrible to contemplate; he almost fainted at the thought of it.

“I’ve got to get moving,” he said. “I’ve got to get help.”

He limped toward the field radio lying twenty feet away, and picked it up. He depressed the button and pressed the receiver to his ear, but nothing happened. Cursing, he shook the radio and held it up to his ear again. It still wouldn’t work. In a rage, he hurled it to the ground, where it bounced off a rock and went rolling down the hill.

Richter let out a scream of curses. He wanted to beat people over the head with hammers and slice them up with knives. He wanted to stomp on their faces and kick their balls. He swore that if he ever got out of this alive he’d kill a hundred, no, a thousand Frenchmen by the most agonizing methods possible.

Contemplation of that gave him enough energy to start moving. He thought he’d walk backwards to Tours and get help there.

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