Krauser and his men were unable to move around or go where they wanted without asking.
To be honest, the Soviets were not afraid of them escaping at all.
What? Why, you ask?
Look at the Wehrmacht uniforms they are wearing. If you step out of this restricted room and go anywhere outside the house wearing these clothes, you will inevitably be beaten into a hornet's nest by Red Army soldiers who pass by and don't know the truth.
Moreover, after the battle, there was no need for them to participate in the battle again. Now, Krause and his men had their weapons taken away again.
Of course, Krauser also knew that the Soviets did not put handcuffs or shackles on him and his brothers at this time, and they also drew an area between two rooms so that they could move around at will. Then when it was time to eat, someone would bring food and water, so there was no need to worry.
This is already the greatest reward and kindness for my group's contribution last night.
At least, you don’t have to go to the prisoner of war camp to fight for food and water with the hard-working people. You won’t be hungry and thirsty anymore, right? You can even smoke cigarettes, and the Russians will just throw them to you.
The amount of a cloth bag.
When Krauser and his brothers opened the bag, they discovered that many of the cigarette boxes inside were stained with blood, and some were even completely stained with blood. If you really wanted to smoke tobacco, it would taste like blood.
"Oh, the Russians must have snatched them from the corpses. I don't know how many unlucky people they had to strip naked to find so many."
"Hey! Look, I won the prize! This is a pack of cigarettes that only a colonel can smoke! I recognize it!"
"Damn it, why didn't I find it? No, step aside and let me look through it again. There must be more than just that one package."
These people who are picky about smoking cigarettes don't care at all about the original owner of this bag of cigarettes. They are all their living comrades, superiors, and maybe even acquaintances. A few pairs are dirty and covered with gun calluses and
The scene of the scarred hands rummaging back and forth in the cloth bag for good cigarettes is not much better than the uncles and aunts tumbling over good vegetables in the vegetable market in later generations.
"Hiss-hoo-"
"Damn! I haven't had a good sleep in how many days, and I haven't been so quiet and rested. It's only now that I can have the slightest feeling that I'm still alive. This is a fucking war."
After a short search, the "gathering of people to worship God" began.
The entire shabby bedroom quickly became filled with mist and fairy aura as the men of the dozen or twenty years inhaled violently, puffed and puffed.
It was in this environment that Krauser, who was finally able to calm down and think about something, listened to the nagging and complaining of the brothers who had been with him through life and death, and who were also deviant with him. After a long few minutes,
Only then did he utter this sentence leisurely.
"If possible, I would like to follow the Russians."
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"What?"
"Fuck! You"
"What!? Didn't you say you would go home when the war is over? You still have a wife and children at home."
Needless to say, as soon as Krauser said these words, the brothers who surrounded him with different postures were shocked.
Not to mention shocked, at least among the people present, almost no one could have expected that Krause would change so quickly and completely, because just yesterday he said that he wanted to go home as soon as possible to reunite with his wife and children, and never wanted to see him again in this life.
Touch the gun.
"I'm not kidding, I'm serious and I've thought about it carefully."
Seeing that Krause had said this, the brothers around him didn't know what to say, so they thought they would just listen before the words were finished.
"Think about it, look at the surrounding environment and everything around us."
"Every inch of Germany has been devastated by the war. With our incompetent skills, we know nothing but murder and arson. Even if we throw away our guns and go back to our hometown, what can we do? Clean up the ruins.
Do you want to work as a laborer? How much money can you earn in such a shabby environment? Think about it, it’s hard for the whole family to have enough to eat, so what’s the use of just spending time with your family?”
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If Krauser hadn't said it, it would have been difficult for the brothers around him to think about it.
In fact, these people, these veterans, are able to follow Krauser in the rebellion and would rather rebel than surrender.
Most of them are veterans who returned to the army for the second time after Santoku entered the downhill fast lane after 1943, and were forcibly mobilized and recruited, including Krause himself.
It is precisely because they have left the military camp once, have worldly concerns, and have the reluctance of their loved ones that they can deviate from the traditional ways for the sake of the people they want to protect in this life.
If a person lives solely by himself, then there is a high probability that he will not be able to do this.
But precisely because they have worldly concerns and people they want to protect, these veterans have to think more in this terrible, apocalyptic environment, and think about what to do after the war is over.
It's not too late to think about it now.
"As you all know, it sounds to me like the Russians are willing to give us a job. To put it bluntly, this job is to test our quality, at least that's what I think. And this job
We did indeed do a good job, at least the Russians are satisfied."
"This is the opportunity, the opportunity before you now, so why not seize it?"
"If the Russians can give my wife and children food and shelter, let my children go to school, have medical care, have education, and have all the necessary living security in a place full of ruins. Let our family at least be able to live in our hometown."
Live a good life on this land and live like a real human being.”
"Then I am willing to fight with the Russians, why not? What is the purpose of us copying the guys? What is the purpose of everyone coming together to fight? Who is for themselves? Isn't it all for the wife and children? Since we all do it
This step has destroyed the bottom line, what else can’t be done?”
"Besides."
He took a long puff of cigarette, and the smoke column in his mouth sprayed out like a boiler igniting. Krauser, who had already made up his mind, finished his last words firmly.
"This place, as well as many places in Germany, if I guess correctly, will all be Russian territory from now on."
"I don't want to leave my hometown, and I don't want my wife and children to suffer hardships and wander with me in a foreign land. I just want to live a peaceful life as a family and live! If the Russians can give me this kind of life, then I will too.
If I am willing to work for them, at least the Russians will recognize my work skills and will reward us both with more money so that I can buy candies for my daughter."
The change in mentality in just a few dozen hours was unprecedented.
As an old superior and old comrade-in-arms, the touch and shock that Krauser brought to every German prisoner present were real and tangible. The truth and reality that was right in front of them forced them to make plans early.
After all, it's better to join the team as early as possible, especially now that there is a hot letter of nomination.
If it's any later, I'm afraid you won't even be able to join the queue.
"What the fuck! It's all those bastards' fault! I've never hated those bastards as much as I do now! It's all because of them!"
"Fuck it! Count me in, I will join you in joining the Russians!"
"And me, me! I also fuck with the Russians, that is. Can we stay together without being separated? If we are broken up by the Russians, I'm afraid something will happen."
".This, that's true. Krauser, can you think of a way? Ask the Russians, is it okay if you don't have a relationship with that Russian captain?"
Krauser wiped the cigarette butt on the sole of his shoe and exhaled the last puff of smoke from his mouth. His tone was still as calm as before, like a puddle of still water.
"I'll give it a try, maybe it will work, but it's not my decision. It depends on how the Russians decide our fate."