"Hey, don't shoot! We surrender, we have no weapons, we surrender!"
The sudden loud shouting interrupted Malashenko, who was giving orders to several commanders and fighters around him. The nearest Red Army soldiers reacted immediately and raised their weapons.
"No! Don't shoot! We surrender, we really surrender!"
Seeing the muzzle of the gun being turned toward him, Karl was the first to react. He shouted louder at his former enemies and raised his hands in the air, trying desperately to show that he was unarmed and really wanted to surrender.
The recruit Martin, who had never seen such a scene before and experienced it for the first time, was already frightened. The feeling of being pointed at a gun in a dark hole almost made the hairs on Martin's body stand on end. With a trembling voice, he whispered to Karl next to him.
Whisper.
"Kakkar, we, we won't be beaten to death in this hellish place, right?"
Seeing that several Red Army soldiers on guard with guns were already approaching him with their weapons raised, Karl, who guessed that there was no big problem, whispered a final reply to Martin.
"If you really wanted to kill us, you would have done it already. Don't worry, it will be fine."
Karl, who has been a soldier for nearly ten years, has long been tired of the army. His former fanaticism and loyal beliefs have gradually faded away with the passage of time. The continuous wars one after another have made Karl more and more worried about his life.
He may be annihilated at any time in this German war machine that is advertised as sacred and immortal.
The Führer lost himself and millions of loyal soldiers at his disposal, but he was the only husband and father to his wife and children.
Carl, who had such a philosophical epiphany, may not be an excellent veteran on the battlefield, but Carl is definitely a very competent big brother.
Martin was young but illiterate. In order to earn a living and live a better life, Martin chose to join the army to change his life. Karl, who frequently fought against the Russians in this vast land, had already experienced the power of the enemy.
From the bottom of his heart, Karl did not want Martin to die in this meaningless war of aggression. Regardless of the victory or defeat of the war, in Karl's opinion, it was nothing compared to his precious life.
Everyone has only one life. No matter what happens after death, it doesn't matter. Since a person is alive, he should live centered on himself and the things and people that are important to him.
Karl, who was given a name that would accompany him throughout his life, was actually a staunch atheist who was completely contrary to God.
Ancient China had a more appropriate way of describing a person like Karl and his way of doing things.
"After I die, even if the floods surge into the sky"
The Red Army soldier who strode forward raised his leg and kicked Karl in the back of his knee. The joints were stressed and Karl, who lost his balance, was forced to kneel on the ground for an instant. Karl, who knew very well what kind of situation he was in now, did not dare to
He didn't complain at all, didn't say a word, and just continued to kneel on the ground with his arms raised high.
"Feel if there are any weapons on him, be careful."
Karl, who was forced to search his body, still kept a calm face and was quite cooperative, but Martin, who was also forced to kneel on the ground, was far from calm.
"I didn't bring anything with me. I beg you, please don't kill me."
"I joined the army and came to Russia just because I wanted to make more money and improve my life. I have never killed a dog since I was a child, let alone killed someone. I only fed Matthew and passed the car in Russia, and I followed everyone's orders.
Patrol, I really didn’t do anything bad. I beg you not to kill me. I miss my mother. She is still at home waiting for me to go back for Christmas. I beg you not to kill me.”
Martin, who was talking a lot of nonsense, was completely in tears at this moment.
Tears were pouring out from the corners of his eyes like fountains. The Red Army soldier, who had no idea what Martin was talking about, lost his temper. How could this German who kept gibbering and yelling be so dishonest!? It seemed that he was still so dishonest!
This Hitler's lackey needs to be taught a lesson to be honest.
"Damn German, shut up your stinky mouth! You are talking so much nonsense!"
boom
It hit Martin directly in the face, and the thick-bottomed gun butt that got bigger and bigger hit Martin's face firmly.
Martin, whose nosebleeds mixed with tears sprayed all over his face, felt even more sad. Martin, who had done nothing wrong at all, couldn't figure out why he was treated like this.
"Oh, hell! Martin you idiot!"
As if it was an unconscious move, Karl, who had been having his pockets searched, and remained motionless, flew towards Martin who was close at hand like a sharp arrow, and instantly fell on Martin who fell to the ground.
He protected it with his body and then quickly explained.
"Hey, listen to me, he is just telling you that he wants to go home. He still has his mother waiting for him to go back. He has no other meaning. We have surrendered."
The two Red Army soldiers who still had straight faces after hearing the explanation were obviously not in a good mood. Seeing that the situation was still unresolvable, Karl simply continued to protect Martin, whose face was full of nosebleeds and tears.
Prepare for a beating.
I don’t know how many seconds have passed.
Karl, whose muscles all over his body were tensed up to protect Martin, did not feel the pain of the rain of fists and kicks falling on him. Instead, he suddenly spoke coldly.
"Get up and leave quickly! If you don't leave, I'll shoot you!"
Karl, who couldn't believe that the situation was like this, turned around in surprise. What he saw was two Red Army soldiers holding weapons in their hands meticulously, with stern expressions that didn't look like they were joking at all. His reaction in an instant was:
What happened? Karl immediately stood up and thanked the two Red Army soldiers in front of him profusely.
"Thank you, I thank you on his behalf, thank you very much!"
Lavrinenko, who came to Malashenko's side at some unknown time, had already lit a fire and smoked a cigarette. With a cloud of smoke in his mouth, he asked Malashenko questions.
"You heard everything? What do you think about this?"
"What do you think?"
Malashenko, who was suddenly asked a question, smiled calmly, and the expression on his face was as normal as if he was encountering everyday things in life.
"Human hearts are made of flesh, and there are always feelings that last a lifetime hidden in the heart."
"You are like this, I am like this, Comrade Political Commissar is like this, and all Red Army soldiers are like this."
"Of course, that includes the two Hitler's lackeys. After all, they were a person before they were a lackey."