It cannot be said that the German lieutenant was shirking responsibility and thinking that he was not guilty.
He understands that murder is guilty, let alone killing innocent people and good people. Killing a person who should not have died but should live to bring truth and hope to more people.
He did not defend his crime, he simply told what had happened and what had happened in the past.
As for what will happen in the future and what to do, we don’t know yet.
There is indeed the idea of atonement, but what should they do with their wives and children? Atonement means either taking life or going to jail. No matter what the situation is, the lieutenant who knows that he is guilty does not dare to choose, let alone think about it.
He couldn't imagine what it would be like for his wife and young children who loved him deeply after losing him completely. But this did not prevent him from knowing that he was guilty, and therefore he had the idea of atonement.
Relationships exist in parallel rather than mutually exclusive relationships.
Human beings are such selfish creatures. Even if they know the reason, they do not hinder their selfishness. Selfishness comes from the purest and most essential desires of human beings, and desire is the most original driving force for human beings to live.
If you tell a person who has absolutely no desires and desires that you die, he will treat it as if it doesn't matter.
The reason that prompted the lieutenant to desperately want to live was precisely because he still had people he loved and wanted to protect, and it wasn't even because of himself. If it was just because of himself, then he just wanted to atone for his sins and end his role as a criminal.
The painful memories brought about by being an accomplice.
It doesn't matter whether you die or go to jail, after all, it's just a process, not a result. In his eyes, the only results are "escape" and "atonement", it's that simple.
Dong dong dong——
"Shh-"
Not long after the lieutenant finished telling the story, the truck that had been moving slowly in the dark suddenly stopped slowly, and then there was a sound of hands raising and tapping from outside the carriage.
"Everyone inside has come out, we have arrived at the station."
The driver of the car and the escort of the truck were both Russians and members of the Red Army. Another truck following their truck also contained a truck full of armed escort Red Army soldiers.
Following the voice asking to get out of the car, they got out of the car in order. The lieutenant, whose legs and feet were a little numb from curling up in the car, stretched a bit after landing, but as he was doing this stretching action, he noticed something was wrong.
All around him were Russians escorting the truck, or Russian escorts following closely from the truck behind.
No one was unarmed, even the driver was holding a short assault rifle with an extended stock and a shortened barrel for self-defense. It could be said that everyone was fully armed.
Seeing this scene, the German prisoner who had said "wanting to run" in the car just now was completely silent.
Do you want to run in this situation? Your legs are faster than a medium-power rifle bullet fired by a fully automatic? Are you an Aryan superman or something?
"The Russians still haven't let go of our chains, we are still dogs"
Hearing the familiar old man quietly approach his ear and suddenly say this, the lieutenant who did not deny it but also had his own opinion said quietly.
"It doesn't matter if you are treated as a dog. You have been a dog for the Nazis for so long. Do you still care about being a dog for yourself? Besides, dogs also have the value of guarding homes and biting people. If they have no value, then we will just
It would be the worst for us to be able to work in a labor camp and think about life."
"makes sense."
"I really didn't expect that one day I would go on a mission with the Suka nazis, and damn, Suka is a new group of nazis."
Alsim, who was squatting on the curb on the street, looked at the group of Wehrmacht prisoners in front of him who had just gotten out of the car.
Alsim, who had put on a full Wehrmacht uniform and was still carrying a German steel helmet in his hand, had some, um, mixed feelings.
Hearing Alsim's complaint, Sulovchenko on the side added it in a timely and understanding manner.
"But they can help you cross the bridge. That's the most important thing. Is there anyone else who can play the role of a Kraut better than a Kraut? Oh, no, that's not acting to be precise. They are real.
German, I promise you it’s fake.”
"Besides, they are the only ones who can deceive those red-eyed purebred SS bastards on the other side of the bridge. Those bastards are eager to tear up anything that even smells like Russians. Just you.
At my level, if I take someone up there to fool these crazy dogs, they will most likely be torn into pieces."
"If it really comes to that, how can we tear up those SS gangsters during the day, and they will tear us apart at night. German tanks cannot be driven on the pontoon bridge, and Soviet tanks cannot be driven on. This is harmful to both sides.
Just as fair."
"Anyway, I don't want to go to the river to hang out with those floating Nazi corpses, and I guess you don't want to either, right?"
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Sulovechenko's words may not be pleasant to listen to, but they are practical. Even a pure pragmatist like Alsim who does not play with lies has to admit that these words do make sense.
"Then let's hope these bitches are obedient. If they struggle a little, the chain in our hands dangles, and the purebreds across from us become suspicious, then it's all over."
He put down the cigarette butt he was about to smoke and put it out. He glanced at the time on his watch and found that Sulovechenko, who was about to start the operation, was not writing. He then asked Alsim who was standing aside.
"The time is almost up, how about it? Are you going to give a mission briefing to those prisoners?"
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Alsim, who was reminded by "kindness", was not happy. He gave Sulovechenko a slightly suspicious look and spoke in response.
"I don't speak fucking German. Is this your first day working here as a combat engineer and you don't know about this?"
"Then I can be your translator. It's no problem. It's a joke."
Sulovechenko was still smiling, but his slightly despicable smile seemed to Alsim to be somewhat "malicious".
"Get out! If you want to talk nonsense, go ahead and explain the matter clearly to those nazis. I'll take our people to prepare, and we'll meet at the departure point in ten minutes."
"No problem, boss, I'll do as you say."
".Boss???"
Looking at the smiling Sulovchenko who left without answering, Alsim felt more and more that the personal relationship between him and this new company officer was getting better and better. Well, it should be said that "
It’s an indescribably strange taste.
"Anyway, I can pee into a pot, so that's it."
Without thinking much about it, Alsim and Sulovechenko divided their troops into two groups. One was responsible for the German prisoners' side, and the other was responsible for their own people.
A disguised surprise attack aimed at seizing the Moltke Bridge is about to arrive, and all supporting preparations are in place. The SS defense lines on the other side of the river are now like a man-eating mouth, waiting.
The prey or the hunter's gun is delivered to the door.
Brothers, I worked overtime tonight and came home late. I have to get up early to go to the hospital tomorrow morning. I will leave the update here for now. In addition, the special chapters are almost ready, and they will all be released together by then.