There was only boundless darkness lingering around him as far as he could see. The person trapped in the darkness had no idea why he was in such a place. This cold darkness made him feel a considerable degree of fear.
"Where? Where am I!? What the hell is this place?"
The person trapped in the darkness wanted to say something, but when he groaned, he found that his mouth was blocked by something unknown, and he could no longer utter anything except the dull pig-like grunting sound.
Other voices.
"Damn it! What happened to me? I have to find a way out of here!"
The man tried to raise his hands, which is one of human instinctive reactions.
But just when he raised his hands to make specific movements, a strong sense of restraint came from his wrists. The man who was strangled to the point of pain realized that he had been tied up.
stand up.
"Oh my god, what is going on? What is my state now? Who can tell me!?"
The loud howl in his heart could not be transformed into actual sounds. The man, who became increasingly uneasy and panicked, began to try to twist his body, trying to break free from the trapped darkness.
Unfortunately, the next feeling that came over my body was not only that my hands were tied, but also that my ankles were tied with something like a torture instrument or an iron chain. It was heavy, cold, and bound everything I had.
Movement makes it unable to move.
"I have to leave, I have to leave! What the hell is going on?!"
The pain that was being strangled could not stop the body from twisting violently.
The man, whose movements were getting wider and wider, did not wait for the miracle of the chain snapping with a crisp sound, but instead he was hit by an unexpected heavy gun butt and severe pain on his face.
"Be honest! Damn German, are you still thinking about escaping when death is imminent?"
Dying? Escape?
What am I?
Before he could recover from his confusion, the Russian voice beside him spoke quietly again.
"It's a dog that's dying anyway. Just take off his hood."
"Okay, just let this damn German guy see how he died."
Before the spiritual world could react, the big hand that had touched his face instantly grabbed it hard, and the boundless dark world was torn to pieces by the dazzling sunlight on the spot.
The biting cold wind howled past me and penetrated deep into my bones. Although the sun hanging high in the sky was dazzling, there was no trace of warmth that I could feel.
The dilapidated streets are full of traces of shelling and bombing, and the collapsed buildings have scattered all kinds of waste bricks and rubble on the ground, which is enough to trip over. The crowds of onlookers standing in rows on both sides of the street are using almost enough energy to
The fire-breathing eyes stared straight at him.
"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"
"Revenge! We want revenge and let him die!"
"For the sake of leader Stalin, shoot this fascist lackey! Shoot him!"
The shouts one after another echoed in my mind like a demonic sound that lingered in my mind for a long time. How angry the onlookers chanting slogans were, you can get a glimpse of it just from the shouts like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
The man who was being escorted forward by two Red Army soldiers who forcibly held his arms on both sides was frightened. He knew clearly that the "Fascist lackeys" shouted by the onlookers were him. Of course, he also knew that these men were dressed in tatters and had earth-colored faces.
You can tell by looking at the onlookers, who are malnourished due to long-term hunger, that they are undoubtedly Russians.
The man who had seen the light of day again raised his head and looked around as far as he could see. This dilapidated and collapsed city, still filled with the smell of corpses and gun smoke, was very familiar to him. It was what kept him awake for many days.
Russian city Stalingrad.
boom
A small stone thrown by an unknown person hit the man's face, and blood immediately dripped down his lower eye socket onto his feet.
The man who had clearly understood what kind of situation he was in now did not dare to speak. He just lowered his head and continued to walk forward. He did not even dare to take another look at the crowd of onlookers who were shouting one after another, for fear that another stone would happen to hit him.
Blood spurted out on his face.
"Look up, Germans, weren't you very proud before? Bring on the spirit you had at Mamayev Heights!"
"Oh, quietly, he looks like a three-year-old kid who is about to wet his pants. We don't have diapers to change for you."
"Ha ha ha ha"
The two Russian soldiers holding him up were singing and thinking that he was a fool and a joke, but the man with blood pouring out of his eyes did not dare to say a word or his attention was not here at all. What he was really thinking about was himself at the moment.
Why on earth did it suddenly look like this?
"What happened? Was I captured by the Russians in my sleep? Why didn't anyone come in to save me or notify me? What on earth are these people doing!?"
Along the way, there are questions along the way.
The man who just lowered his head to think about the problem was quickly taken to an empty square, which was also filled with ragged onlookers.
There are no decent landscapes or entertainment facilities in the desolate square. There is only a stone statue of several little girls holding hands. It was bombed to pieces and covered with smoke. It stands quietly in the square and tells the story of the incident not long ago.
Return to the roaring gun smoke of war.
"Is this here?"
The man, who seemed to be familiar with the scene in front of him, raised his head in surprise and looked around. Soon he saw a row of dead German corpses lying in the corner not far away.
The corpses contained soldiers' uniforms and officers' uniforms. The bullet holes in their heads were large or small, and some had half of their heads blown off. The blood flowing under the bodies in various strange death postures had already solidified at this moment, and the dried blood was like
It's like a dark red miserable oil painting that freezes all the scenes.
"Is this the place where we were shot? The place where the Russians shot our prisoners!?"
The deep shock in the man's heart had not yet come to an end. He waved his right arm and shouted a declaration of revenge to the crowd, which then floated into his ears from the podium not far away.
"Today, we are here to send an evil fascist devil into the hell in their world, which is the hell they personally described to intimidate the oppressed and exploited people at the bottom and the working class!"
"Everyone hopes that this devil will die soon. His hands are stained with the blood of the Soviet people and the great Red Army soldiers! Now we convey the personal order of Supreme Leader Comrade Stalin to shoot this fascist devil! For the sake of the innocent
Revenge for the dead people, avenge the sacrifice of the Red Army soldiers!"
When the man who was full of shock came to his senses, he had been driven under the wall, standing next to the pile of cold, stiff and smelly corpses, feeling despair, surprise, fear, and something he still didn't understand.
Confusion about what was going on covered his face.