When Pocker told this story, Dingle, as a listener, felt extremely heavy-hearted, and this heaviness was mixed with a lingering sadness.

He had a foreboding of what terrible things would happen to Smeder after he brought the girl into the square.

And just as he had expected, Poker sighed deeply, shook his head and said:

"Who would have thought that Smeder just wanted to fulfill the girl's wish, and who would have thought that a riot would happen afterwards..."

He sighed again, and Huffman beside him sighed and said:

"While on the way, the girl kept saying that she wanted to go to the square to join the rally, although we didn't know why she wanted to go so much."

"Smith just wanted to help her. After all, she came alone without her family."

"But after entering the square, what happened next, I think Smed... must be very regretful... regretting his decision."

"If he hadn't brought the girl with him, she would never have been able to squeeze in by herself."

After he finished speaking, Dingle also sighed, bent down and rubbed his face with his hands.

But then Huffman continued:

"Fortunately, the girl didn't lose her life because of this, otherwise Smed would have to spend his whole life blaming himself..."

Just as he said this, Dingle suddenly raised his head and looked at Huffman in astonishment.

Huffman was stunned: "What...what happened? Colonel?"

"She...she's okay?" Dingle asked in astonishment.

Huffman scratched his head and replied, "Of course, but it can't be said that she is fine. She was injured, but fortunately her life was not in danger."

"Oh my God!" Dingle let out a long breath and sighed when he heard this.

Poker continued:

"When the gunfire broke out in the square, everyone was running. We were also separated in the chaos, but the girl was always with Smed. I saw Smed holding her and running out."

"Unfortunately, a bullet hit Smeder, but luckily it hit his big butt. You know, he was a cavalryman, his butt was full of calluses, and the flesh was thick and thick, which just blocked the bullet."

At this point, Pocker couldn't help but chuckle.

Dinger asked anxiously, "Didn't they say the girl was injured as well? Was she seriously injured? Why was she injured?"

Huffman, who was sitting next to him, explained: "According to Smeder, he didn't feel anything when he was shot. He held the girl in his arms and ran with her to the exit, but his buttocks hurt more and more as he ran, so he fell and the girl fell to the ground with him."

At this point, Huffman pointed to his head and continued:

"He didn't fall badly, but the girl hit her head on the ground and fainted."

"There were so many people there at the time, and Smeder said he had to use a lot of strength to hold the girl in his arms. He didn't dare to carry her on his back, fearing that there would be more bullets from behind, so he could only run away with her in his arms."

"It is said that the hundreds of meters from the square cost him half his life..."

After he finished speaking, Poker stopped smiling and sighed, "This is indeed not an easy thing to do."

"You know, we were almost knocked down when we left the square. Under that circumstance, Smeder was able to get up from the ground, hold a girl weighing dozens of kilograms in his arms and run away. He really tried his best."

"Maybe if it was a few seconds later, the girl would have been trampled to death."

"Alas, because of this incident, we didn't even dare to go to this rally, for fear that the same thing would happen again."

At this point, Poker looked up at the moon in the sky, and then said: "Fortunately, although Smed took her in, at least he rescued her. I can't imagine how much self-blame Smed would have if he hadn't rescued the girl..."

Dingle nodded slightly and said, "At least it was saved in time."

He then asked:

"By the way, how is Smed now? Where is he? Where is the girl?"

Huffman replied: "They are all in St. Marlene's Hospital. Smeder is fine now. The bullet has been removed. He just needs to wait for the wound to heal."

"But...that girl..."

Seeing that Huffman looked a little serious, Dingle couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Is she not in good condition?"

Huffman rubbed his brows and nodded, "Yes, the girl woke up two days after being hit on the head, but... her soul didn't seem to wake up..."

"Her eyes were dull, she had no reaction and she didn't speak. The doctor said she had a brain injury and there was no way to treat it. We could only wait for her to regain consciousness. But the doctor also said that if her family could call her by her side, maybe she could wake up sooner."

Hearing this, Dingle couldn't help but ask: "Did you ask her family to come over?"

Poker, who was standing by, answered with a bitter look on his face. He shook his head and said, "I can't find it, Colonel."

"We don't know where her home is. We only know her name, but her name alone is useless. Salivia is so big, and there were so many people that day, from all over the place. Who knows where this girl lives?"

"Besides, her family didn't come to look for her. We all thought that the girl must have come from far away, but it is also possible that her family..."

At this point, Pocker changed the subject:

"We tried to go to the police station to ask for help, but you know, a lot of people died at the rally, and the police were overwhelmed with so many things to do. How could they have time to look for the family of a girl?"

Hearing this, Dingle immediately said: "Then why don't you come to me?"

Huffman smiled bitterly: "Colonel, do you think we can see you in the next few days? If you don't come tonight, we will all think...you have forgotten us..."

Dinger was stunned, then slapped his forehead in annoyance: "Sorry, I've been a bit busy these days."

"Tell me now, what is the girl's name, and I will immediately arrange for someone to find her family."

"Porta Shemidt." Haffman said immediately.

"Porta Shemit..." Dinger muttered twice and took out the paper and pen that he always carried with him.

Huffman then added:

"Yes, her name is Berta Schmidt, a very common name, so it's not easy to find her."

"Let me tell you more specifically. She should be no older than fifteen, she looks a little thin, 158 centimeters tall, her hair is blonde, tied in a very common three-strand braid, and she was wearing a tan skirt when she went to the square that day. Her face is very white, her chin is very pointed, and she has freckles on her cheeks."

"Hmm....By the way, her eyes are big, with beautiful light blue pupils."