Chapter 1641 Is This a Deal?

Not knowing what to say next, Wittmann was speechless after being refuted by Hank. He wanted to say something to refute but didn't know where to start. It was as if every word Hank said was completely correct, but Wittmann himself was unwilling to refute it deliberately.

It was also at this time that Ensher, who had been standing aside as a bystander, chose to stand up.

"He is right, Wittmann. You know, if you let these Americans go today, they may kill you tomorrow. No one wants to do this deliberately, but we have no choice."

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Is there still a distinction between right and wrong on this purgatory-like battlefield? Is there still a boundary between justice and evil?

To be honest, Wittmann has fought for so long, and this is the first time he has such a doubtful feeling from the bottom of his heart.

Killing the enemy on the battlefield is the duty of a soldier, but wanton slaughter is not what a soldier should do.

Is this considered a massacre?

Wittmann himself couldn't say, whether it was or not? Soldiers kill people with a purpose, not wantonly, so what is going on here?

No matter what the result is, Hank is right about one thing at least.

This kind of black work, which sounds horrifying, is indeed not what these elite armored soldiers are good at. It is more appropriate to leave professional matters to professionals.

As for laymen, it is better not to continue to criticize and pretend here.

Wittmann smiled bitterly and turned away without saying a word. He no longer wanted to stay in this ghost place to torture himself.

Ensher did not stop Wittmann from leaving. It would be good for him to change to a quiet place.

But as the military commander of the 101st Battalion, Ensher still had things he had to do. He had to stay here instead of leaving casually like Wittmann.

"I also heard gunshots. What happened?"

If it was just a bombing, Hank wouldn't have needed to have his men open fire. Ensher wanted to know what the gunshots that were connected to the explosions were about.

"You mean that? A few Americans noticed something was wrong and wanted to escape through the window. If they ran out, they would have to be chased again, which would be a pure trouble for themselves. I directly ordered to open fire. A few Americans were blocked by the window and shot to death. The bodies fell back. Before the Americans behind them could react, the detonator had been pressed."

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The content of Hank's statement was not much different from what Ensher expected. Gunshots could still be heard in the bombing situation. Thinking about it, there was only one possibility left, that the Americans were planning to escape, nothing else.

While turning sideways, he took another look at the ruins of broken bricks and tiles in front of him. Ensher couldn't find any signs of living people. Even if there were, they would be firmly pressed down and there was no way they could get out by themselves. The purpose he had expected in advance had been achieved. The only difference was that Hank had executed the order that he had not yet issued.

So in essence, this result was exactly what Ensher wanted. Whether he was willing or not, the fact was that it was just a few minutes later or earlier.

Thinking of this, Ensher suddenly felt relieved and no longer entangled in this fait accompli. It would be useless to continue wasting time on this issue and nothing could be changed. Learning to accept it is much better than being incompetent and furious or entangled in it.

"Collect the team, Hank. Gather your people, we are going to start evacuating."

"Understood."

After calmly issuing such an order, Ensher turned and left, but he did not expect to run into someone he did not expect after just a few steps: Lieutenant Colonel Kruger.

In name, Lieutenant Colonel Kruger was the city defense commander of this small town, and his rank was one level higher than Ensher.

So even though they belonged to two different factions, the Wehrmacht and the SS, Ensher, who knew what he should do, still maintained basic etiquette and took the lead in raising his hand to salute.

"Hi, Hitler."

Lieutenant Colonel Kruger, who was saluted by Ensher, was obviously not in a good mood. He just raised his hand slightly to casually return the salute in the Wehrmacht style, and then spoke to Ensher in a voice without any emotional tone.

"I roughly understand what happened. Have you dealt with all those American prisoners of war?"

Ensher guessed that he would definitely be asked this question when he met Lieutenant Colonel Kruger in such a place. He thought about it and answered without hesitation for too long.

"Yes, I gave the order. As for why, I think you should know it in your heart, so I don't need to explain it separately, Lieutenant Colonel."

"Well"

Lieutenant Colonel Kruger nodded slowly and unexpectedly didn't say much. It seemed that he agreed with Ensher's statement, but the expression of being unsatisfied obviously showed that he still had something to say.

"Want to hear my attitude?"

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Ensher was slightly surprised at first, and then he responded.

"I'd like to hear more."

Kruger's expression seemed a little mysterious. Ensher couldn't see what kind of emotions were in those eyes. Everything had to be said by him in person before the answer could be revealed.

"My people and I had evacuated an hour ago, so I didn't know about this incident, let alone any opposition or support. The National Defense Forces in the city didn't know about it and didn't interfere with it. Such a fact Are you satisfied? Enschel."

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Enschel suddenly felt that his previous impression of Kruger might be wrong.

This guy is not a pure soldier without political ambitions. His words, deeds and actual performance at this moment are simply like a glib politician rather than a soldier.

"Is this a deal? Or something else?"

Even though the higher-ups turn a blind eye to some matters and leave the power of life and death in the hands of front-line troops, spreading such a large number to the south will cause more or less trouble. Anyone who knows the truth, whether they are enemies or The fewer people you have, the better.

"You can think so, I won't deny it. Or whatever you think is fine, I have told you what I want to express. The rest is a matter of what you want to do."

Lieutenant Colonel Kruger, who had a mysterious smile on his face, stopped here and turned to leave. However, he suddenly stopped after just two steps and chose to turn his back to Enschel without looking back. He spoke again.

"You know? Enschel, making up stories is also a test of one's logical level. Many times, even the stories compiled by fairy tale kings and great writers will have flaws, so that later generations think they must have gone too far. confidence."