Seven Hundred and Sixty to Control Violence with Violence

The bitter sea breeze was blowing Akado's windbreaker. He stood on the pier, watching the soldiers in front of him solemnly fold up his comrades' clothes neatly, and then handed them over to the woman in the black skirt. The ceremony has not yet begun. From the official start, he already felt the strong atmosphere of sadness.

Prien stood beside Akado. As special observers this time, he and Akado were arranged in the guest seats, silently waiting for everything to go on. This is a sacred ceremony. For Akado To put it bluntly, many people who were loyal to him and the country died, but for Prien, the situation in front of him seemed to be watching his own funeral, which was quite a sad mood.

Since the beginning of this month, the United Kingdom and the United States have sunk 11 German submarines. With the update of German submarine technology and the service of new submarines, the Americans have increased the density and intensity of maritime patrols in order to make up for losses in the Atlantic Ocean. . While this approach didn't threaten newer submarines, it made many older ones worse off.

If nothing else, this dark month will be the month with the largest loss of the naval submarine force since the Germans started the war. More than 400 naval officers and men, including an ace submarine that sank 60,000 tons of enemy ships, will be buried forever In the Atlantic Ocean, he gave his life for the rise of the motherland.

The war is still going on, and it still accompanies people's lives every day when the sun rises. People seem to have gotten used to the rhythm of life in war, and are used to watching their children leave home in handsome military uniforms with guns on their shoulders. I am used to watching my neighbors help comfort me after receiving the death notice, and I am used to squatting in the corner and crying silently after receiving the death notice from my family members.

Acador was silent, he just stood there without saying a word, he watched the holy women in front of him singing for the dead soldiers, and he listened to the melodious and poignant singing echoing in the sky. But he just stood there, didn't speak, and didn't show any expression.

He thought of the cemetery in Berlin, where countless celebrities had been engraved on the tombstones, and the crosses of martyrs were densely packed everywhere. But there is still no room for those who died for Germany, and so many remains with hot blood, so many people can only be buried in distant foreign countries, leaving only their names on the simple tombstones, and a paragraph Short, almost identical text.

On the epitaph, these soldiers all have almost the same appearance. They fought bravely and fearlessly, and sacrificed their precious lives for the motherland. They are proud to be loyal to the head of state. They are all good sons of the motherland and role models for the people.

But in fact, what is going on, everyone knows very well. The Germans also had soldiers kneeling on the ground and raising their hands begging for mercy. They threw away their weapons in despair and begged for the forgiveness of the enemy on the other side. In the end he may become a prisoner, or he may be shot through the head and become a poor corpse.

Some turned and fled when the enemy attacked,

Weeping, they turned and fled like cowards. Those who were lucky might return to their troops, and those who were unlucky might be killed by enemy bullets on the way to escape.

It is a little helpless that as many good words as possible are still written on the tombstones of these people, because it is difficult to distinguish whether each person really fought bravely to the last moment. Not so heroic and noble.

In recorded documents, when heavy snow came, a soldier participating in the offensive in the southern region entered the local people's house for warmth and snatched a bosom stove from the owner. Then the soldier was humbled by his master and shot to death at the door. How could the military statistics department send such a letter back to the soldier's home?

"Your child was shot and killed by the victim during the robbery on the front line. I would like to express my deep condolences to you..." If you see this death notice, it is hard to imagine how the soldier's mother would feel.

Also, during the long battle on the Eastern Front, there was once a German sniper who killed 22 enemy soldiers. Because he was rushing back to the camp for dinner, his head was smashed by a stray bullet that flew from nowhere. It is said that his achievements in his life were very brilliant, but when he died, he was no different from an ordinary soldier.

Facts have proved that not every hero died chanting a certain slogan, brandishing a big knife or pistol, standing at the highest point of the battlefield, being beaten to blood by countless bullets, and heroically dying— — Standing at the top of the battlefield, you will never have the opportunity to do so many things other than being beaten to blood, please believe this.

What is more tragic is not these people, but the German Navy submarine force, that is, these poor sailors who are holding funerals. The process of their death had nothing to do with being tragic or heroic. From the beginning to the end, they stood in the darkness, until they died in the suffocating darkness.

After the submarine dives, most of the lighting systems will be turned off in order to save electricity, so these sailors can only wait for the result of a competition in their own combat positions in the darkness. If they win, they can return safely. Go to their own harbor and live a few more months; if they fail, then only death awaits them.

Yes, death, and its humble death. The submarine was hit by a depth charge, and the hull ruptured. Most of the time, the officers and soldiers in the submarine could not die immediately. It is possible that the sea water poured into the cabin bit by bit, and the inside of the submarine Soldiers can only wait for the last moment to come.

Or suffocate underwater because of depletion of oxygen. Either because of the influx of sea water, they eventually drowned at the bottom of the sea. No matter what the method of death is, it needs a process, a very long process for a dying person. This process is enough to make people collapse and make people despair.

It's hard to imagine how these sailors survived their last moments, but it must have been a desperate wait anyway. Accompanied by madness and hysteria...Thinking about it makes people feel horrible, and thinking about it makes people feel that such a death will not even have peace for the soul.

"Boom!" A neat gunshot pulled Akado back from his wild thoughts to reality. The women who sang had finished their mournful hymns, and he saw that the soldiers had put the clothes of the fallen into new coffins.

The Chinese pay attention to burrowing into the soil for peace, and we can know from the cemeteries connected to each other abroad that in fact, in every corner of civilization, there are ways for the descendants of the deceased to express their grief. It's a pity that the war made many people die in a wrong place, and they couldn't get an ordinary funeral after they died.

"Boom!" There was another neat gunshot, and another funeral with the characteristics of the German Navy's submarine force was coming to an end. Akado waited until the third shot was fired, and then someone came and asked him to go up to give a brief speech, and then he moved his body. He walked to the podium a little stiffly, still facing the bottom Families of the fallen in tears.

He was facing the microphone in front of him, and spoke softly. Accompanied by the sea breeze, like icy snowflakes: "I know what I say now will not heal your wounds. Your children, husbands, fathers... have stepped onto the battlefield to avenge the motherland."

"Now they are dead, dying in the depths of the sea." He said every word, as if to make everyone present remember his words: "So, more people they swore to defend will stand up, Avenge them! This is a war of revenge! Until the blood of the enemy is shed, the war will not end! There is a saying in Buddhism, "When is the time to repay the injustice", which advises people to put down their hatred and sacrifice themselves to calm their anger But I want to say that the anger of Germany will never be appeased! The German people will never give up their soul of revenge! We firmly believe in fighting violence with violence!"

"I can't return the dead to everyone here. What I can do is send more people to the battlefield to seek justice for those who died today!" Akado roared loudly: "I can only guarantee , the enemy let one of our excellent German soldiers die, and the soldiers of the German Empire let them die a thousand!"

"To hell with compromise and forgiveness! Only when we hold the guns in our own hands can we gain the respect of the world! At that time, when our descendants become the backbone of the world, and when we overlook all opponents, we will have When you have the right to tolerate, you have the right to forgive!"

The speech of the head of state, Akado, was very short. After he finished speaking, he raised his right hand: "May my soldiers who died in battle rest in peace, and may all those who died for the empire live forever! Holy Great German Third Reich Long live! Long live the German people! Long live the German spirit!"

In front of him, the family members of the deceased who were standing there raised their arms. Just a moment ago, they were the mourners of their dead relatives. At this moment, their faces were full of fanaticism. The power of idols is infinite, moreover, this idol is the head of a country, the head of state who brings infinite prosperity and strength to a country.

The pain is still there, but the fanaticism is still there. The families of these dead have now understood the pain of the head of state and the belief of the head of state. Their families will be remembered by the whole country. Their head of state will lead an invincible army to fight for the lost People have revenge, what else can they complain about? Is there any reason not to shout for such a strong leader?

"Führer, Akado? Rudolph...Long live!" The people present shouted loudly. Thinking about those fanatics who died for Hitler, it is not difficult to imagine that belief is sometimes the most terrible weapon.

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