1117th Aesthetics of Violence
Violence is violence, even after it is matched with white doves, churches or even candlelight, after being whitewashed into violent aesthetics, it is still just violence. (For the latest chapter, please go to: Literature Building www.wenxue) If bundling and flogging can really make people feel happy after being packaged, it does not mean that this kind of behavior can be described as beautiful, it only shows the psychology of people who think it is beautiful Psychopaths - Sadly, it seems that psychopaths make up the majority of the world.
During the flight of the bullet, there was no compassion and compassion, and even in the face of the benevolent and omnipotent Lord, there would not be the slightest evasive thought. So after being abused by flat-fired 20mm anti-aircraft guns, when the German army rushed into the church and started a gun battle, more bullets hit the ancient cross on which Jesus was nailed.
A 20mm caliber anti-aircraft shell hit the thigh of the marble statue of Jesus, successfully leaving a hole bigger than the mouth of a bowl. This hole almost broke the entire right leg of the statue of Jesus. He took away a large piece of clothes on his waist and crotch. Then 7.92 and 7.62 mm caliber bullets were inlaid all over the body of Jesus. When everyone fired, they didn't mean to avoid God in the slightest.
No matter how huge the differences between Eastern and Western cultures in this world are, as far as the gods of the two worlds are concerned, at least they are very similar in character—whether it is God or Allah, whether it is the Jade Emperor or Buddha, None of them would be outraged that someone smashed their statue. If they were a little bit more tempered, then the Soviet defenders and German soldiers in the Cathedral of Archangel Michael would be pierced by lightning.
A bullet fired by an unknown side hit the palm of Jesus again. The place the bullet hit was obviously not a strong place like the body, so the fingers of the two statues of Jesus were shot far away. And on this lively battlefield, no one regretted for a second that such a hundred-year-old antique was beaten into worthless rags.
Because before anyone felt sorry for the two flying fingers, Jesus' ears were blown out. The Soviet defenders in some rooms didn't poke their heads out at all, but just stretched out their guns and fired wildly. The bullets they fired were not accurate at all, so the places they hit also had a weird smell.
The furnishings in the church have been destroyed in sevens and eights by the fierce fighting. The carved wooden stair railings are now stained red with blood, and they are also covered with holes made by bullets from both sides. There are traces of battle everywhere on the walls, either blood or potholes carved out by bullets, and some places that have been baptized by anti-aircraft guns still see some sunlight, making the light in this church even more blurred.
Knowing that there were more than 30 bullets left in his drum, the Soviet veteran guarding the stairs had to think about his fate. There are not many soldiers left around him. Just now the German army fired a few cold shots, and the Soviet side fell down a few more soldiers who swore to fight to the end.
If it weren't for relying on condescension,
The Germans’ grenades are very difficult to throw. In fact, they can’t stick to this time at all. After all, the fighting quality of the German army on the opposite side is not given in vain. It’s just such a short period of time. Strong fighting power.
"I will not abandon my country! Comrade Lenin gave me a new life! He is the savior of our family!" The veteran shouted to his dying comrade after being shot in the ribs, and then turned over and jumped over Heaps of corpses used as bunkers. He hurried down the stairs, pointing his submachine gun at his hated enemies.
"Long live Comrade Stalin!" He shouted slogans, pulled the trigger, and shot bullets out of the barrel of his gun under the horrified eyes of the German soldiers. These bullets flew in the air and flew into the bodies of the German soldiers on the opposite side. The German soldiers who were hit by bullets fell one after another, and everyone was stunned by this desperate counter-charge for a while.
How many experienced German soldiers were hit by bullets and lost their lives so easily; how many young German recruits were hit by bullets and fell to the ground as cold corpses—in just a moment, On the German side, more than a dozen soldiers were hit by bullets and lay down crying.
It turns out that the Germans are not invincible! It turned out that they were just mortals who were shot and died! It turns out that I can eliminate them so easily, and it turns out that they are not much better than the people on my side! Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, this Soviet veteran felt that he could keep killing like this, and keep killing all the enemies in front of him!
"Crack!" When he continued to pull the trigger, the sand submachine gun in his hand, which is famous for its ammunition reserves, heard a crisp sound of running out of ammunition at the most critical moment. Such a small sound could not be heard on the noisy battlefield, but this Soviet veteran did hear this crisp sound—as if it was a magic sound from hell.
Out of bullets? This kind of moment to penetrate the enemy, this kind of handsome and heroic moment, is there no bullets? That's right, when I jumped out, I only had more than 30 bullets... I came out to fight for my life, and the rhythm of opening the plug-in in the previous period made me forget my situation for a while.
It's just one shot per person, do you really want to punch through so many German soldiers in front of you? After piercing through, can it penetrate the German army behind? After piercing through all the guns, can you kill them one by one and go to the headquarters of the German commander? Hit the headquarters of the German Army Group alone? Hit the wolf's lair alone? Calling Berlin alone?
He doesn't know the joke of the three major illusions in life. If he had heard it before, he would definitely think of the stalk that has been used for many years at this moment: "I can fight back." No more flames spewed from the muzzle of his gun At that second, he saw the German soldiers raised their weapons to him, and the black muzzles of the guns were aimed at his torso, so he also closed his eyes with great interest.
There were gunshots in his ears, but he could no longer feel the pain from his body—death was just an instant, and in just a few seconds, the German soldiers used bullets like raindrops to blow this body away. The Soviet opponent who jumped out to counterattack suddenly became a sieve. In such a short period of time, there was no bloody plot such as admiration, admiration, and sympathy. For every soldier on the battlefield, there is not much difference between killing a hero and killing a deserter.
No one would foolishly take off their hats at the corpse of an enemy who killed more than a dozen of their comrades-in-arms, and no one would say a bunch of nonsense to express their respect for heroes. The most direct and normal choice is determined by the instant reaction— — Shoot and kill enemies, that's the brutal gap between reality and a work of art. There are very few beautiful things on the battlefield, so people are more willing to believe that there are beautiful moments on the battlefield, and they are more willing to believe that what they imagine shows the greatness of human nature.
But the great thing didn't happen at this moment in this corner. The German soldiers didn't even look at the Soviet veteran who fell next to the body of a German soldier, and continued to attack in the direction of the stairs. Their task is to capture this church, there is no reason to give up everything at their fingertips now.
There was one less soldier sitting on the stairs, and after holding on for just over a minute, it was declared lost. The Germans rushed to this corner full of corpses of Soviet defenders. The German soldiers also encountered crazy resistance on the second floor, and they found groups of dead civilians in some houses, most of them were hiding in this church. It was accidentally killed by an anti-aircraft gun.
With a few weak gunshots, the German soldiers who rushed into the third floor of the church found the big man they were looking for in the church. A military commander shot and killed all his followers, including the chief of staff, before committing suicide. Several Soviet officers and soldiers in charge of guards.
He used the most extreme degree he could do to end his own war. The military flag and some documents were neatly placed next to his body, even at the last moment of his life , He was not willing to destroy these things that he cherished the most.
The German soldiers moved these things away, and then set up machine gun positions on some reverse windows. They skillfully used the nearby high and low terrain to set up a defensive position that could prevent the Germans from counterattacking. For them, time is precious, and no one can say which second the Soviets will sound the horn of counterattack in the next second.
The work of moving the corpses was even delayed, and the subsequent battles of the German troops into the nearby neighborhoods were extremely difficult. They were indeed getting closer to the center of Moscow, but the resistance of the Soviets became more and more tenacious. No one knew how long they would have to struggle in this ghostly place, so when the 82nd Army headquarters got the number of casualties, Karikov lost the slightest joy. He just grabbed the phone numbly and reported to Klug that his troops had captured the Archangel Michael Cathedral, and then he hung up the phone in a hurry because he was afraid of hearing congratulations from others.
Moscow, in the specially built deep underground bunker of the Kremlin, Stalin heard Vatutin's voice through the receiver of the telephone. The core of the sentence said by the Moscow City Defense Commander who has never met before: Archangel Michael Cathedral has fallen.
---------------
Long Ling thanked everyone for their support and comfort. Seeing everyone's messages for Long Ling, Long Ling was really touched. Thank you for bringing us together in The Third Reich, and thank you for your company along the way. Long Ling will adjust his state as soon as possible to tell you more exciting stories.