There is no reason to talk to these fascists, Roskov should have understood long ago.
The sudden mixture of grief and anger caused him to make a wrong judgment, and this wrong judgment soon evolved into a real result. The unprepared Roskov was hit by a merciless and fierce gun butt from the German.
It fell straight to the ground, and it fell sideways, as if the coals in the basket were scattered all over the floor.
"Can this Russian still work?"
"Would you like to know if you try it?"
Unless communication is necessary, the SS would not communicate with each other in Russian. Roskov, who was knocked to the ground and was dizzy, naturally could not understand what the German was saying, but he followed closely.
Then I heard a painful moan that made my heart tighten even more.
"Uh...ah..."
Just to "test whether it still works", the SS chose the most direct method and stepped on little Ivan's bloody ankle. The most direct result can be judged based on the subsequent reaction.
Obviously, little Ivan's expression of suppressed yet overflowing pain explained the answer.
The SS, who didn't care how he was injured and only cared about the final result, shook his head at the man next to him, and then spoke with an expression as if he was looking at a scrapped tool.
"It looks like it's useless and useless."
"Then get rid of it. The Russian guy won't live for two days anyway."
Little Ivan fell to the ground and was so weak that he no longer had the strength to struggle. The two SS soldiers, who were big and round, grabbed his arms as soon as they came up, preparing to drag him down like a dog to death.
Find a safe place to deal with it.
Big Ivan, who was witnessing all this happening, was really furious. His two fists from the bystander's perspective had been clenched together involuntarily, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed in his gnashing teeth expression.
Feeling that he couldn't bear it any longer, Big Ivan was about to do something. Roskov, whose head was still buzzing but was already struggling to get up, planned to forcefully pounce on him. The Red Army prisoners of war around him were even more "doing it".
The mentality of "you're going to die if you fucking die".
But just when it seemed like things were about to change, something even more unexpected happened at this moment.
Woo-woo-
Roskov, who had struggled to get up from the ground, had almost forgotten the last time he heard a similar sound, but his body remembered this sound more clearly than memory, and it was reflected in his brain nerves.
Before he could recover, he threw himself to the ground.
boom--
Whoosh-whoosh--
Rumble——
"Shell attack! Enemy attack! Hurry and take cover!!!"
Roskov didn't understand much German, but he could still understand some simple military terms, such as the things the Germans were shouting now.
The two SS soldiers who were dragging little Ivan were like cats whose tails were stepped on. Their whole bodies jumped suddenly with fright, and then they became confused. These two soldiers had most likely never been on the battlefield.
The idiots don't even know how to avoid shelling.
Woo-hoo-
Boom boom boom——
"Gather! Everyone gather! Act quickly!"
When perhaps the seventh or eighth shells fell, roared and exploded, a running SS officer appeared on the platform, waving a pistol in his hand to summon all the SS officers on the platform to assemble quickly.
You could tell at a glance that something big was going on, otherwise you wouldn't be so panicked.
The two SS soldiers who were so frightened that they couldn't care too much, let alone think about it. The two guys who had treated the Red Army prisoners of war extremely cruelly just now were just in a state of panic and confusion, and they could only obey orders.
Two timid losers.
In terms of emergency response when the war comes and their faces are burned, they are even far inferior to the abandoned Red Army prisoners behind them. At least those who have been beaten to death on the battlefield know what to do when the shelling comes.
What, instead of being scared to the point of peeing his pants like a fool, standing there motionless.
"Brother, hey, are you okay!? Answer me, how are you feeling???"
The impact point of the shelling didn't sound far away, and the explosion sounded like it was a large-caliber heavy howitzer, but if you want to say it was close, it wasn't close enough to hit the train platform directly.
Roskov, who didn't want to think too much, immediately rushed up to hold little Ivan in his arms as soon as the Germans left. The latter's current situation was obviously not very good.
"Ahem... It's not good, brother... I probably won't survive today, and I may have to break my promise to buy you a drink... Ahem...
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Little Ivan, who suffered multiple internal and external injuries, was still coughing up blood and was getting worse.
Roskov, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, even forgot that he was also a patient, and was only thinking about what to do now to save his brother.
"Wake up, keep your eyes open and don't fall asleep! Aren't you expecting our Red Army troops to come? Listen to the sound of this artillery, it's our howitzer! Our comrades are coming to save us, hope is close at hand, you
Hold on! I won’t let you die, you hear me! You idiot!”
The blood on the corners of his mouth and chin has not been wiped away, and the pain surrounding his body is still there, but this still cannot stop the bright red smile from blooming on little Ivan's face.
"Yeah, it's the 783rd day. It's the 783rd day since we came to this damn place. I've been dreaming about today's arrival, and I finally waited! Ahem..."
After another bout of violent coughing up blood, he raised his right arm. The extremely weak little Ivan finally wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth with his rag-like sleeves, his eyes still flashing with his body.
The frailty and disparate perseverance and hope.
"Don't worry, I can still hold on... I've persisted until now. Since I'm not dead yet, I want to see with my own eyes the final fate of these fascist scum. I promise you."
The huge explosions still echoed violently over the concentration camp, and the roaring shells continued to hit everyone with ferocious firepower that no one expected at this early morning.
As the instigator of all this, Malashenko, who had not slept all night and led his troops to advance nearly a hundred kilometers overnight, was currently less than three kilometers away from the gate of the concentration camp, staying at
Standing next to a modified command truck, he held a radio transmitter in his hand and just shouted loudly amidst the rumble of artillery.
"The shelling doesn't have to last too long. It can stop in two minutes! I just need to raise all the SS kennels on the outside. There is no need to extend into the concentration camp, right!"
"Tell Varosha that the No. 1 and No. 2 battalions are surrounded by me! Not a single Nazi dog is allowed to escape. If one is allowed to escape, I will ask him! If a car escapes, even if he drives a tank himself, he will be punished.
I'll catch up and kill you! I'll handle Camp No. 3 myself, and I'll end everything today!"