Of Schmidt, though they call her the Salamander. She has earned that moniker for all the victims she delights in burning alive. Their screams a crescendo to her orchestra of conflagration, razing camp after camp of Chinese soldiers across the snowy Russian wasteland.
Within the blaze melting ice, men, and women, one soul in particular beckons the Salamander’s attention: A solider, no younger than eighteen, is fleeing from his fallen comrades before he trips and falls on his face during his attempt to escape into the winter woods. Schmidt finds him, throws him onto his back with her gloved fiery hand before seizing the young soldier around the throat. And then she crushes her strength inward, around his larynx.
The heat bursts, exploding the boy’s body and fatigues into flames and overcooked meat.
salamander, burn for me and i'll burn for you
Of Schmidt, though they call her the Salamander. She has earned that moniker for all the victims she delights in burning alive. Their screams a crescendo to her orchestra of conflagration, razing camp after camp of Chinese soldiers across the snowy Russian wasteland.
Within the blaze melting ice, men, and women, one soul in particular beckons the Salamander’s attention: A solider, no younger than eighteen, is fleeing from his fallen comrades before he trips and falls on his face during his attempt to escape into the winter woods. Schmidt finds him, throws him onto his back with her gloved fiery hand before seizing the young soldier around the throat. And then she crushes her strength inward, around his larynx.
The heat bursts, exploding the boy’s body and fatigues into flames and overcooked meat.