Chapter 1896 What Else Do We Have?

Kalvus was about to leave for home, and the events on the battlefield had nothing to do with him anymore.

In theory, he didn't need to say these words, but after all, there was the friendship of comrades who had fought side by side. Even though he and Major Schwaner often disagreed with each other on weekdays, and even had vicious incidents of disobeying orders on the battlefield and disobeying orders according to his own ideas, such as disobeying military orders, Karvus still hoped that Major Schwaner could return to Germany alive and hold on until the end of the war.

Can you still expect to win this hopeless battle?

At least Karvus himself no longer has such illusions. Fighting all the way, losing all the way, and retreating all the way is the most realistic situation, and there is no hope of reversing the situation. Just look at the Iron Butcher's one division with more heavy tanks than the entire Central Army Group. God knows how terrible the heavy industrial production capacity of those Russians is.

Just ask how there is hope of winning such a battle? Are the Russians lining up and stretching their necks waiting for you to kill them? Don't joke.

Karlwuss believed that Schwaner would understand what he meant with his IQ and EQ, and what happened next was not unexpected, but there was still a little bit of surprise mixed in.

"I understand what you mean, of course"

It was not easy to continue talking with an expression like he was thinking about something. Karlwuss, who was not in a hurry to ask, knew that Schwaner must have something else to say, but it was really difficult to say it and he didn't know how to express it reasonably.

"We are all soldiers, Karl, soldiers of the Wehrmacht who have sworn an oath under the military flag."

"Our glory has been passed down from the Prussian era to the present. If we don't have this glory, what do we have? What's the point of living for a waste with nothing?"

There will always be contradictions in people's hearts. This is the complexity of human nature based on the conflict between reality and ideals, or it can be said that human beings are such complex creatures.

Especially when you stand at a crossroads where you can see the future, but you have to face some things, it doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want. Life is always full of helplessness, isn't it?

Calvus, who was leaning against the pillow at the head of the bed, was also thinking. When he was young, he was also passionate and enthusiastic, but he had become much more realistic under the impact of cruel reality. What you think in your heart and what you actually do are sometimes two different things. It is also a reality that actual actions do not prevent you from thinking in another direction and thinking about problems. Calvus is very clear about his state.

I don’t know how long it took, but the inner struggle and entanglement finally had an answer that could convince himself, an answer that would be worse than the post-Versailles Treaty era.

"Alive, at least we are alive. Only those who are alive are qualified to change and build the future of the motherland, no matter how bad it is. If you die, you can’t do anything, right?"

Calvus answered Schwaner’s question with a question. Strictly speaking, this is not even a reply or answer, but it does have an extraordinary meaning.

Schwaner, who was sitting at the end of the bed, held his breath, squinted his eyes and thought for a long time, but he never spoke.

When he stood up again, Major Schwaner had already picked up the military cap that he had placed at the end of the bed and put it back on his head. His eyes were as resolute as when he entered the tent door.

"Everyone has the power to decide his own destiny, and I have mine. I hope we will meet again, my brother, and I wish you a safe journey."

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Kalvus did not speak again, but just stayed in bed, watching Major Schwaner's back leave and walk out of the tent of the field hospital.

Their generation of young soldiers did not suffer the repressed and twisted inner torture and unforgettable pain of the older generation of soldiers in the post-Versailles Treaty era. They could only feel everything that was described as the end of the world for soldiers from written records and the preaching and descriptions of others.

What kind of thing can make a person give up the hope of life and the courage to live?

Maybe the answer is different for everyone, and most people will never face such a moment in their lifetime.

But Karvus felt that perhaps Schwaner had faced all of this in just a few minutes, and had indeed made a choice and had the corresponding awareness.

What the future will be like is something that no one can say.

But Karvus hoped that Schwaner's last half sentence would be true one day, just as his last sentence was genuine and true from the heart.

The cold and bleak night will eventually pass, and the rising and dazzling sun will illuminate the earth.

Malashenko, who had hardly slept all night and was lying on the camp bed with his eyes wide open, looking at the top of the tent, had arrived at his post early and was ready to go.

The official order from Vatutin was issued yesterday, and Operation Bagration entered the second half of the cleaning and final stage. The defeat of the German Central Army Group was inevitable, and the Red Army was advancing vigorously across the entire Belarusian land, moving the front line forward to pursue the enemy and expand the results of the battle.

This group of stubborn enemies in the northern salient is the last strategic cluster in the hands of the Germans that has not been directly defeated. It is the last hope for the Germans to launch a counterattack and reverse the situation. It must be destroyed.

As long as this nail is pulled out, the complete victory of Operation Bagration will be settled. The hand of historical choice once again handed the pen to Malashenko to put a perfect end to this major military operation that is worthy of being recorded in the annals of human war history.

Malashenko did not want to say how "honored" he felt about this, but he could be the main force of the decisive breakthrough, leading the friendly comrades who had been assembled behind him one after another, to send these 200,000 fascist bastards in the salient on the road.

Malashenko really had to say that this was really the most suitable antidote for himself who was eager for revenge at the moment. Killing a lot of these fascist fanatics was what he wanted to do most now.

"Let's put an end to this. Comrade Tank Commander will always be by your side."

Behind the resolute figure holding a harmonica tightly in his hand and half standing outside the turret, there were countless rocket rains with orange-red tail flames and shrill screams, and a group of heavy artillery with a mighty momentum that could shake the world, firing at full force and rushing straight towards the enemy-occupied positions that were not far away and had been discovered.