"Oh, an order? I was just thinking about when you would take out your gun, that's great——"
Snap——
The German lieutenant, who was pointing his gun and the person in front of him coldly, without any fear on his face, snapped his fingers, and an even more unexpected scene ensued.
More than twenty soldiers of the National Defense Force, who were fully armed and loaded with guns, immediately stood up after hearing the order. They changed from leaning against the corner or sitting on the ground to rest lazily. They instantly assumed a concentrated fighting posture, holding the weapons in their hands tightly, and there were dark holes.
The guns were all pointed at their former company commander without exception.
"Put down the guns! You guys, put down the guns! Are you going to rebel? Are you crazy!?"
The company commander who dared to take the initiative to draw his gun obviously had a backer, and it was not a reckless move.
Those are a few "chain dogs" whose names alone are enough to scare ordinary German soldiers half to death, making people hate and fear them. Now they are military police sent to supervise battles and maintain battlefield discipline.
After all, there are too many young soldiers who have been forcibly captured to replenish the army. Talking about military discipline and military honor with these people is pure fucking nonsense. If we don't strengthen some strong supervision and management measures, it really won't work.
Just like the current emergency situation, you wouldn't even dare to think about it if you put it aside, right?
However, the company commander and the military police supervising the battle all guessed one thing wrong. These people standing behind the company deputy were not rookies who were easy to bully.
"27 people, there are 27 people standing behind me now."
"None of them are rookies who were forcibly recruited into the army. At the latest, they were veterans who enlisted in the second half of last year. Everyone has a life on their hands."
"All of us unanimously decided to get out of here, out of the control of this fucking bullshit! Fuck fighting for the Führer, I am fighting for myself now, all of us are the same. We are willing to die and are ready to fight for ourselves.
It is my destiny to die generously, and continuing to be at the mercy of the Nazis is a death anyway, so it is better to die as I please."
"What about you? Are you ready to die? Old man, you and the few people under your control have no chance of winning against us, and even those chain dogs behind you have no chance."
Facing the former comrades on the opposite side, the soldiers' dark muzzles looked directly at the entire row of MP40s, STG44s, and even an MG34 with drum magazines in front of them.
The company commander, who neither put down the pistol in his hand nor showed any intention of flinching, kept his expression unchanged. He just stared at the all-too-familiar face of the old man in front of him and asked questions.
"You are a trustworthy person, Mueller. Why did you become like this?"
"Why am I like this? Ha, what the hell are you talking about!? I want to ask you, how the hell did you become so stupid and indifferent?"
He did not give his good brother in front of him who was still pointing a gun at him any chance to answer the question, and even more ignored the chain dog military police behind him who was also pointing a gun at him. The angry company officer could no longer suppress the negative emotions in his heart and began to
The hysteria broke out on the spot.
"In 1943, we were thrown into the damn Russian mud pit together in 1943! Pushing the cart and playing games with the Russian mud during the slurry period, you and I will never forget it."
"From that time on, all we heard on the radio were all kinds of fucking victories, great victories, Stalin's ass was almost kicked into eight pieces, but the only thing that didn't see the Russian tanks was that I believed this nonsense! Countless times.
The Russians are just popping out of the ground and they are being beaten more and more. You and I rely on each other's encouragement of "kill more Russian soldiers and the situation will get better." Don't tell me that you have forgotten it."
The company commander, whose expression remained unchanged and whose heart did not beat, remained cold and stern, and immediately blurted out an emotionless answer.
"so what?"
"So how the hell did these bullshit actually count!?"
"100 Russian tanks were destroyed, and the Russians were defeated. This is what we heard from the loudspeakers and the radio; then the next day, two hundred or three hundred Russian tanks and tens of thousands of Russian soldiers came to kill you.
I flushed it like shit in the toilet, and even lost one of my boots."
"Poland is the graveyard of the Russians, it was said on the radio, and then Poland was lost; the Zero Heights was a sausage grinder for Russians, or it was said on the radio, and then the Zero Heights disappeared; now it is Berlin's turn
Yes, they said that we imprisoned the Russians in Berlin and beat them half to death. It depends on our mood to decide when to release the Russians from Berlin."
"Ha, hahahaha, pfft hahahahaha——"
"I, I laughed so hard that I cried tears of joy, you know? They treated you like a pig, a fool, and you really just went with their fucking wishes! Well, it's up to you, I can't control it, but I don't
I’ll keep you company, I won’t fucking play anymore!”
"I worked for those Nazis for three years! Three years! I have sold my life for three years and I still haven't come to them to pay for my wages! Whoever wants to do it will do it! Marshal Paulus and all the generals in the photo are obviously
They are all alive. They have been to Poland and the place where we were stationed. It is clear in the photos! If anyone still believes in such nonsense now, it is really hopeless!"
"This war is about to end. Marshal Paulus is right. I should save my life and make plans early. I still have two daughters and a wife to support! It doesn't matter even if I take them out of Germany, but the prerequisite
I must live! Whoever dares to stop me will die! Even you!"
Thanks to your Nazi propaganda machine, which was at full blast during the earlier Battle of Stalingrad, you went out of your way to create all kinds of overwhelming news about "a great victory for the Sixth Army" and "Paulus is the God of War."
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Even if it ends in embarrassment and the incident is never mentioned again, it is impossible to delete what has happened from people's minds. Paulus essentially became a household name throughout Germany, and even in the German-occupied areas.
The number one figure in China is one that everyone knows and understands. Speaking of which, it really depends on the credit of your own propaganda machine.
The whole thing is that Malashenko is here, so I have to say a sincere "thank you".
Although I have never actually met Paulus in person or heard him talking to me, I have seen Paulus's photos in newspapers countless times and heard Paulus's voice on the radio. I have never forgotten it.
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The moment he heard the sound coming from the plane and saw the overwhelming photos, the company officer was very convinced that Paulus was really alive and there was nothing wrong with him.
And the Nazi propaganda machine once again lied shamelessly, and the insane Goebbels once again deceived everyone, using more than one new lie to patch up the old lies that could not be rounded up. It was unbearable, and there was no need to endure it anymore.
The rope was ignited and exploded.
Anyone who finds this difficult to understand only needs to think clearly about one question: Who can endure three whole years and more than a thousand days of bloody battles of life and death, all for damn lies and deception? The purpose of the last lie is to make you
If your life is on the line, why the hell are you waiting for a hammer if you don’t copy it? Are those two things in your crotch a piece of cake or a piece of shit?
Being killed by the Russians is death, being deceived by Nazi lies is death, and being shot to death by a chain dog's gun is death.
Anyway, death is inevitable, so you can die as you please, and die according to your own ideas, isn't it good?
Wow——
There was no more unnecessary nonsense. Before he finished speaking, the company officer, who had just recovered from the hysteria, had already pulled out the pistol from the holster on his waist. In the exact same posture as each other, he pointed the muzzle of the gun straight.
He pointed the gun at the person in front of him.
"I say it one last time, get out of here! I don't want to kill you, don't force me to do it."