Chapter 2962 Even if my body turns into withered bones
Author: Ke Ji丶
Chapter 2962 Even if my body turns into withered bones
The battle has ended, but the cleaning and finishing work of the battlefield has just begun.
The die-hard Nazis were hiding in the only remaining shell-proof caves and small tunnels, unwilling to come out. Even though they were blocked inside and had no way out, they could only yell and curse when the Red Army outside tried to persuade them to surrender.
and responded with gunshots.
"Persuasion to surrender should only be used once and should not exceed 30 seconds."
"Inform all troops, those who persist for more than half a minute do not need to waste any more time. The brain is in the head, and the path is chosen by oneself. If you want to die, there is nothing to say."
After taking the last puff, Malashenko threw the cigarette butt into the dirt, raised his leg and stamped it out, and finally blurted out an extremely simple command.
"Kill! No one will be spared. Send these black pigs to be buried with their bastard master."
"Yes, Comrade Commander."
The major who came to report the situation immediately took the order and went to carry out the bloody order of the division commander to the end.
Soon, the sound of unilateral suppressive fire could be heard from all over the battlefield again, often accompanied by shrill screams.
Aim the flamethrower at the entrance of the tunnel and pour the entire barrel of gasoline into the anti-blast hole along the exhaust hole.
The flames that burned away the last vestiges of sin on the flesh became the "closing performance" of the Battle of the Capitol.
Struggling, wailing, and screaming, the die-hard SS soldiers without an inch of skin on their bodies were like flaming skeleton soldiers who had just climbed out of purgatory, rushing out of the bunker and running around.
The Red Army soldiers standing guard outside said nothing, raised their weapons, suddenly pulled the trigger, and fired a shot.
The "Flaming SS" who had yet to extinguish the flames and suffered new injuries were knocked to the ground while struggling, shouting with all their strength to find water to extinguish the fire. The water they finally found was just something that was already in their bodies, just this
It no longer matters whether the fire can be put out at any time.
"Bah! They are a bunch of filthy scum, even if they are burned to charcoal, they will not understand their hatred!"
After taking care of the last group of fanatics who refused to surrender and dared to resist, the only chore left was literally "cleaning the battlefield". Even if most of the loot obtained by cleaning is not eye-catching, there are stalls that should be cleaned up.
It has to be sorted out eventually.
Walking around with his crew, Malashenko had already walked a long distance, and near the entrance of the Capitol, he met the first batch of wounded commandos who were carried out of the building.
Most of the injured comrades are not in good condition.
Because the intensity of automatic firepower in the battle inside the building is almost unprecedented, once the soldiers are shot during the battle, they are often shot several times at the same time, ranging from three or two to four, five, six or even seven or eight, and fall in a pool of blood.
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Many people did not survive. Too many comrades fell on the road to the final charge on the eve of victory, giving up their precious lives and leaving the opportunity to witness the victory flag flying high to the comrades behind them.
, continue to move forward.
"Have a good rest! Keep good health! This battle was fought beautifully. Everyone, every comrade among you is a hero. The motherland will definitely remember your heroic dedication and sacrifice! Thank you!"
Soldiers do not fight for the praise of their comrade, nor for some awards or appreciation, but there are some things that should be said, Malashenko still has to say.
Even if it is a little bit of insignificant effect and relief, Malashenko hopes that his somewhat feeble affirmation and praise can make the soldiers who have just experienced this life-and-death battle feel better and understand themselves better.
What a great sacrifice and risk.
Soldiers fight for their faith, and their faith will never let down every soldier who defends it with their lives.
One stretcher after another was carried downstairs along the dilapidated stairs of the Capitol. Before the ambulance was prepared and sent to the frontline ambulance with better medical conditions, Malashenko saw with his own eyes that almost all of them were carried up the stairs.
The wounded soldiers in the car would without exception raise their heads and raise their hands in salute facing the top of the Capitol. Even if their right hand was broken, they would still raise the abrupt stump, resolutely and firmly.
The red color flying high above the dome of the Capitol is worthy of everyone's heroic fight and sacrifice.
As long as the red color is still there, the faith is still there.
Needless to say, being able to witness the victory flag waving in the wind over Berlin is the best compliment to these soldiers who were sent to the ambulance with tears in their eyes.
"I suddenly became curious about something."
"You said, we have done so much and gone through many hardships to get to where we are today. How will future generations evaluate what we have done today?"
After walking down the long and broken stairs and leaving the entrance to the lobby of the Capitol, Iushkin, who was walking at the foot of the Capitol with Malashenko, raised his head and looked up at the bright red on the roof of the building with emotion.
He suddenly couldn't help but ask his comrade, the commander.
Malashenko still remembers that Iushkin once said before that he wanted to do something, not for the present and now, but to leave something behind when he dies in a hundred years.
Things prove that they have been here before, have worked hard, and will be remembered and sung by future generations.
It is a lofty and meaningful ideal, but it is not so easy to realize it in practice. It’s just that Malashenko’s answer today is destined to be different from the past.
"Future generations will remember us. You must remember one thing at any time, Iushkin. There will always be truth, and we must be able to distinguish between right and wrong, good and evil. Even if our bodies turn into dry bones,
Consciousness is annihilated in the world, but what we do today will never be forgotten by future generations with righteous minds."
"I always believe that one day mankind will be able to reach the infinite ideal. It may not necessarily be accomplished by us. The important thing is to give people hope and let the world know that there is a group of people like us "on the road."
"As long as hope continues and faith remains, the fire will be passed on forever, regardless of consciousness or national borders, until the end."
Malashenko, who accompanied Iushkin and his comrades all the way, walked farther and farther, and was about to reach the edge of the ruins of the battlefield in King's Square, and was about to go up to see how the soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a burst of rapid yelling and fighting sounds suddenly reached my ears. When I looked closer, I realized that they were several unarmed SS soldiers who were being held down by soldiers escorting prisoners.
He was punched, kicked and cursed on the ground.
"Damn it! Are you a dog!? What a fucking mad dog! Did your untied mother-in-law teach you to bite people everywhere!? Just like a dog!? Ah!?"