Chapter 2687 Damn War

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2687 Damn War

It took Jill about two minutes to tell the complete story of what he saw and heard in the dilapidated bakery and the complete process of the whole thing.

And what about Marashenko?

Our teacher just sat on the sofa without interrupting or interrupting. He acted as if he was listening to the story and listened to the "Miss Jill's Wonderful Adventure in Battlefield" first and quietly finished listening to this "Miss Jill's Wonderful Adventure in Battlefield".

Until Jill finished speaking, he looked at Marashenko again with a nervous and uncertain look. Seeing that the "God" who could control the fate of others was still sitting there and sucking mist without saying a word, he couldn't help but ask again, "What do you think?"

Puff—

Marashenko laughed, just as Gil asked again before he could finish his sentence.

Maybe Jill wanted to ask "What are you laughing at?" or "What's so funny about this?" But, it was still our Comrade Lao Ma who spoke first.

"No, I said Miss Jill, would you misunderstand it?"

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To be honest, Jill really doesn't understand what Marashenko means.

He didn't pretend to behave at all, just blinking his big watery eyes and looked at Marashenko with a confused look on his face. The temporarily disconnected brain circuit has obviously not been connected again.

"Okay, then let me explain to you and reiterate the purpose and mission of my comrades here."

"We are soldiers, the most elite army field cluster in the Soviet Union. I, and everyone around me, are all the Communists who are united under the Red Banner. We all look at death."

"We have come here, the capital of the Germans, and the location of the evil heart of Faxis, for only one purpose."

"Create killing, project war, and use unstoppable power to destroy all people and things that dare to hinder our targets. If you need to kill us, kill us. If you need to destroy the city, destroy us. If you need to protect the lives of my soldiers and send those people to the West, I will never be lenient. Our ultimate goal is to completely crush the heart of the zi."

"This is war. War is the ultimate collection of all sins, twists and tyranny known to mankind. You can find all sins written and not written in the law in war."

"I have put all my strength into life in such a world and environment and I have not lost myself. I have put in my best efforts but I still feel that I am powerless and not good enough. But now you let me split my energy to be the Virgin Mary? Treat the most elite field cluster of the Soviet Red Army as an international humanitarian rescue team?"

"Look at the Red Cross mark printed on our battle flags and division emblems? The International Red Cross Society turns right out, sorry for finding the wrong person. My comrades and I come here to fight violence against violence, putting an end and an end to all madness and killing. We are not here to sacrifice ourselves and make selfless contributions."

He reached out and flicked the ash, and half of the cigarette with red light was still burning and smoking, and Marashenko's remarks continued.

"Have you ever thought about it? How many orphans and widows are there in this city like you said? Aren't you a media warrior who claims to be a practitioner of fairness and justice? Then the question is, are you going to come here to beg me and let me rescue them all from the city without any damage?"

"Watch your brain and think about it. Do you think those who are despicable and even their own lives are like paper-like slags. They kindly allow us to do this, without caring about anything, or even come up to help?"

"I tell you, these evil demons will use all means to use any thing they can use to create trouble for us and kill us."

"You may not know, but the first thing I did when I came to Berlin City was to wipe the butt of the bag that Nazi deliberately threw on me! They used their own corpses to poison us, and left behind thousands of ordinary people who were drinking and eating with their mouths open and let me deal with it. Conscience and kindness became weaknesses to be used. I was fucking fed up with this feeling!"

"If the fairness and justice you firmly believe are absolute, then even if I order the rescue of this orphan and widowed mother, what are the other people of this city? Why are they not the power to be saved and survive? Then who has the ability to practice this absolute fairness and justice? You, or me? Or God?"

"I'm sorry I can't do anything about this. I can't do what you said and I can't do it, and it's even more meaningless."

"I don't expect you to understand and understand what I said, but what I want to say is that if I have to give my life a different level, high or low, then my comrades, my soldiers' lives are more advanced than these Germans. Do you understand?"

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From the perspective of his peers, Marashenko is actually a person who is quite self-disciplined, can control himself, suppress negative psychology and adjust his own emotions.

Malashenko, who rarely loses his composure, realized that he was a little bit over his head. He pinched the parts between his eyebrows and closed them slightly, recalibrated and adjusted himself. His other hand still pressed the cigarette butt that was about to burn his fingers into the ashtray beside him, and ended the smoke that was about to burn out in advance.

"I want to call me a beast, cold-blooded and never help me, I just can do whatever I want. I understand and reserve my opinion. This will not have any impact on the next interview. Public and private matters are clear, so you don't have to worry, just say whatever you want."

War is like a house, with thick invisible walls between people in the house and outside the house, and they are completely people from two worlds.

Marashenko never expects people who have just entered the house from outside and are shocked and have a lot of unrealistic delusions to understand themselves. Of course, Marashenko can distinguish right from wrong, but it is completely different to what to do when it comes to specific actions.

"I've heard your story outside Berlin, in that small town."

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Malashenko, who had turned his head to the other side and stared at the view outside the window, remained silent, but let Gil, who was not in his sight, continue to speak with that trembling tone.

"A German old lady eating canned Red Army soldiers held my hand and cried and said that this was the first meat she had eaten in the past six months. I also saw children and women carrying large buckets and small buckets, queuing up behind the Red Army truck pulling water. That town was the first place I came to Berlin, where I saw hope, not killing and extinction."

Tears were already sliding down from the corners of his eyes, flowing through his soft face slowly dripping along his chin, and the tone of crying continued.

"I had hoped that those who brought all this hope that it would take root and sprout could do more, and rejuvenate every inch of land that was ablated by the war."

"I'm sorry, I'm too naive. I'm the one who should say sorry. I've clearly seen those hideous and ugly nazi with my own eyes, but I still hope that the brave men who wield their long sword and rushed towards the evil dragon can do more."

"I'm really sorry, I'm very sorry, General, I hope you can forgive me."

No unnecessary wait with more explanation, any words.

Marashenko could hear the messy footsteps of Jill leaving hurriedly, coming from behind her invisible. Even if she didn't see it, she knew what kind of tears were flowing on the face of this kind-hearted girl who always had hope for beauty and justice.

Malashenko did not play the role of trying to stay, nor did he go out to chase him. The creaking sound of leaving the door sounded behind him, and the footsteps gradually drifted away were almost impossible to hear.

The deep and quiet Shuangmu was still staring out the window quietly until the familiar sounds came quietly from far to near, and again from the invisible place behind him.

"Maybe you should comfort her a little. She is a kind-hearted girl. She helped a lot during the interview after staying in the town for a long time. The distribution of supplies on the street was done by her more than a dozen companies on the street during the interview."

As the fierce battle that lasted for a day approached, the sun that had already reached the west was about to sink into the horizon and fade away.

Political Commissar Petrov also came to the city with documents and reports at the right time, and met with Marashenko and Kurbalov for a brief meeting with some necessary work discussions and solutions to the problem. While choosing to wait at the door rather than interrupt the conversation, of course, he also accidentally heard what kind of conversation had just happened.

The political commissar who said to Marashenko all the words, sat on the sofa where Gil had just left, beside Marashenko. He put down the folder in his hand and once again chose to wait quietly for the commander, waiting for the little Marashenko who was witnessing his own eyes to grow and change little by little.

Until Marashenko no longer stared out the window, she took a deep breath with a slight closing and spoke slowly.

"It is because she is kind-hearted that I would rather let her treat me as a villain and think that it is my fault."

The political commissar sitting next to Malashenko was playing with the pocket watch in his hand. There was not much left when the hour and minute hands were about to overlap.

"But this is still not the best solution. You know how to preserve that beauty and hope, just like you know clearly what to do when you are in town."

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Marashenko, who was lying on the sofa, remained silent, but the other hand holding the edge of the ashtray was tighter and tighter, and he tried harder until his already powerful hand was exposed because of the excessive force, and he could no longer bear it.
Chapter completed!