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Chapter 1297 swear here

Many Red Army soldiers, including Iushkin, actually had a common feeling...

The deeper you go into the actual control area occupied by the Germans, the more the places have been occupied by those Germans for a long time, and the things and things that happened there and left behind are more heinous, extremely disgusting and unimaginable!

The dead were hung from trees and wooden stakes as a normal practice. Iushkin even saw with his own eyes a little girl under ten years old being hung from an electric pole, with a wooden sign hanging around her neck.

It says in Russian "I support the guerrillas and I am loyal to Stalin."

"These damn beasts! How can children under ten years old support the guerrillas!? Didn't they come out of the fucking XX? They don't know what childhood is!? They were mass-produced in factories!

?I'm going to kill these bastards!"

Being young means being vigorous, impulsive and irritable, and can do many things for the sake of justice. This was the case for Iushkin who almost broke the teeth in his mouth at that time.

"Hey, calm down, brother! We're going to get revenge on those fascist bastards, and those bastards can't hear you yelling here. I'm Ukrainian, and I feel more uncomfortable seeing this than you do, but it's useless.

"

The relationship between Artyom and Iushkin began to improve due to Malashenko's mediation intervention.

Although it can't be compared to the time when Kirill was here, it is at least much better than when Iushkin was indifferent to Artyom. The two of them could go out for a walk twice and chat and smoke while walking.

Smoke, this is already good.

Iushkin was still angry and did not really agree with Artyom, but what Artyom said made sense after all. Ukrainians had the power to be even more angry because of this. However, he did not do so but became more rational and knew that he was doing this.

Iushkin, who was getting angry, could only remain silent and stop speaking, choosing to reserve his opinions and keep quiet.

"The child's parents are both guerrillas, and they were originally one of you. After the Red Army withdrew in 1941, they had been fighting the Germans. Until a month ago, in response to you, they attacked the German arsenal and failed.

Caught and executed."

Neither Iushkin nor Artem knew why the child ended up like this, but an old woman who ate the relief food given by the political commissar and was grateful for the happiness she had never had before knew that going to the yard

Holding firewood to keep warm, she was right behind the two brothers.

"Some of the people who were caught betrayed their children's parents, and several guerrillas were also from this village. The Germans thought this was a hiding place for guerrillas. You all know what happened next.

I saw it. All the relatives of the guerrillas were caught and executed. The traitors told everything. The Germans knew everything when they came to the village."

At the same time, the two brothers turned around and looked at the old woman and fell silent. This reason was both shocking and far-fetched. It was simply unbelievable when thinking with common sense.

"Just because their parents are guerrillas, do these scumbags not let go of little girls under ten years old?"

Iushkin was still agitated, but the old woman remained silent in response, and her answer a few seconds later was equally calm, as if she had been used to similar things.

"Why don't you ask the Germans who did these things? My two sons died in 1941, and I don't even know where they were buried. If this child is my child, I will at least

It doesn't matter if she dies just because she's happy here, by my side."

The stooped, bow-like old woman was not tall enough to reach the soles of the little girl's feet, which were hung high on the pole. Stacks of firewood were stacked under the pole to support her feet.

It was a testimony that she had made some efforts and attempts before, but it obviously failed.

Now? The old woman needs to take away the firewood, and she has to add firewood to take care of her bedridden wife. Can’t living people go to hell together just to do things for the dead? The temperature is so high in this damn weather.

It's equal to life.

The figure of the old woman bending down to hold the firewood was slow and tired...

After learning that her two sons were once her comrades-in-arms, Iushkin was heartbroken and couldn't help but bend down to help. Artem on the side did the same.

But just when the two brothers' hands touched the old woman's wrinkled hands and wanted to help get firewood, the old woman who had been silent at this time quietly spoke again.

"Don't help me, children. Are you tall? Put the little girl down? Find a place to bury her properly. She has been here for more than half a month."

"..."

The old woman left? Walking with slender steps, walking on the traces of snow, holding the firewood in her arms? She walked away slowly, leaving no more words.

First he saw the corpse pit, and now he saw the little girl on the electric pole. Iushkin, who had suffered continuous mental shocks in just half an hour, could not hold on. He knelt down on the snow with a pop as if his head was about to explode.

inside.

The winter velvet tank hat on his head to keep out the cold was pulled off with a hand? Iushkin knelt down in the snow and felt the instant change from warm to bone-chilling cold? He raised his free hand.

Put it on your head and grab your hair? The force is so strong that you can almost pull off a handful of hair.

"These scumbag bastards must pay the price! Artyom, did you hear that? If you want to be my brother, don't let those SS scum go! The more you kill, the better? I want to

Cut off the heads of these bastards with your own hands and hang them on the outside of the tank as armor!"

No one says that Iushkin is not dominated by anger now? But the important thing is that this anger is based on truth and is not false at all? And once it erupts, it can burn targets regarded as enemies to ashes? This is

focus.

Artyom, who knew that he was new here and who really wanted to have a good relationship with Iushkin, knelt down and put his big hand that had transformed from a worker to a soldier on his brother's shoulder without thinking.

The words came out immediately with determination and equal parts anger.

"Count me in! Let's kill these bastards together? Kill that SS pervert named Staufen with your own hands, and I'll join you! We'll fight to the death! We'll chase this scum to the end of the world!"

When Iushkin extracted all this from the memory of Malashenko to Malashenko, and finished telling it personally, Malashenko's eyes also changed after a short silence... Finally gave Iushkin

The answer I've been waiting for.

"This bastard must die, Staufen! With my Malashenko's military honor guarantee? Even if the war is over and we chase him to the ends of the earth, we must kill this scumbag!"


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