Chapter 2697 The Damn War

Gill spent about two minutes telling the whole story of what he saw and heard in the run-down bakery, as well as the complete process of the whole incident.

And what about Malashenko?

Our division commander just sat on the sofa without saying a word, neither interrupting nor interrupting. He put on an attitude of listening to a story, and listened to "Miss Jill's Fantastic Battlefield Adventure" calmly.

Until Jill's voice gradually fell, he looked at Malashenko again with a nervous and uncertain look. Seeing that this "earth god" who could control the fate of others was still sitting there smoking and not saying a word, he finally couldn't help but take the initiative to ask again, "What do you think?".

Puff——

Malashenko laughed, just when Jill's voice had not yet fallen.

Maybe Jill wanted to ask "What are you laughing at?" or "What's so funny about this?", but it was still our old comrade Ma who spoke first.

"No, Miss Jill, did you misunderstand me?"

""

Honestly, Jill really didn't understand what Malashenko meant.

Without any pretense, she just blinked her big watery eyes and looked at Malashenko with a confused look on her face. It was obvious that her brain circuit that was temporarily disconnected had not been reconnected.

"Okay, let me explain to you, and reiterate the purpose and mission of my leading my comrades here."

"We are soldiers, the most elite army field group in the Soviet Union. I, and everyone around me, we Communists united under the red flag are ready to die."

"We have only one purpose for coming here, the capital of the Germans, the evil heart of fascism."

"Create killings, project war, and use unstoppable force to destroy all people and things that dare to hinder our goals. If we need to kill us, we will kill us, if we need to destroy the city, we will destroy the city, if we need to protect the lives of my soldiers and send those Nazi people to the west, then I will never be soft-hearted, our ultimate goal is to completely crush the Nazi heart."

"This is war, war is the end of all the evil, distortion and violence known to mankind. Extreme collective. You can find all the sins written in the law and not written in it in the war. "

"In order to let my soldiers live in such a world and environment without losing themselves, I have tried my best but it is not enough. I just feel that I am powerless and have not done enough. And now you want me to divide my energy to be the Virgin Mary? Treat the most elite field group of the Soviet Red Army as an international humanitarian rescue team? "

"Look at our battle flag and division emblem. Is it the red cross mark? Turn right when you go out of the International Red Cross. Sorry, you found the wrong person. My comrades and I came here to fight violence with violence and put an end to all madness and killing. We are not here to sacrifice ourselves for others and selflessly dedicate ourselves. "

" Reaching out to flick the ash, the half-smoked cigarette with red flashes was still burning and smoking, and Malashenko's narration continued.

"Have you ever thought about it? How many orphans and widows are there in this city like you said? Don't you claim to be a media warrior who practices fairness and justice? Then the question is, are you going to come here to beg me to rescue them all out of the city unscrupulously?"

"Think about it, do you think those Nazi scum who have lost all conscience and treat their own lives like toilet paper will be kind enough to allow us to do this, not care about anything, or even come up to help?"

"I tell you, this group of Nazi demons will use all means and use any things they can to cause trouble for us and kill us."

"You may not know, but the first thing I did when I came to this damn place in Berlin was to clean up the burden that the Nazis deliberately threw on me! They used their own corpses to pollute the water source and poison us, and left thousands of I'm tired of the feeling of letting me deal with the civilians who are waiting for water and food with their mouths full. Conscience and kindness have become weaknesses that are exploited! "

"If you believe that fairness and justice are absolute, then even if I order the rescue of this orphan and widow, what about the other people of the same kind in this city? Why don't they have the right to be rescued and live? Then who has the ability to practice this absolute fairness and justice? You, or me? Or God?"

"I'm sorry that I can't do anything about this matter. I can't do what you say and I don't have the ability to do it. It's even more meaningless to do so.

"I don't expect you to understand and hear what I say, but what I want to say is that if I have to rank human lives, then the lives of my comrades and my soldiers are higher than those of these Germans. Do you understand? ”

“”

From the perspective of his peers, Malashenko is actually a very self-disciplined person who can control himself, suppress negative psychology and adjust his emotions.

Malashenko, who rarely loses his composure, realized that he was a little drunk. He pinched the center of his eyebrows, closed his eyes slightly, and recalibrated and adjusted himself. With his other hand, he did not forget to put out the cigarette butt that was about to burn his fingers into the ashtray beside him, and stopped the smoke that was about to burn out in advance.

“You can call me a beast, cold-blooded, and indifferent to death, all of these are up to you. I understand and reserve my opinion. This will not have any impact on the subsequent interview with me. Public and private are two different things, so you don’t have to worry, just say whatever you want. ”

War is like a house. People inside and outside the house are separated by thick invisible walls. They are completely from two different worlds.

Malashenko never expected that people who had just entered the house from outside, were shocked and had a lot of unrealistic delusions, could understand him. Malashenko himself could certainly tell right from wrong, but how to do it and whether it could be done in specific actions was another matter.

"I heard your story outside Berlin, in that small town."

""

Malashenko, who had turned his head to the other side and stared at the scenery outside the window, remained silent, just letting Jill, who was out of his sight, continue to speak with a trembling tone.

"A German grandmother who was eating Red Army canned food held my hand and cried that this was the first meat she had eaten in the past six months. I also saw children and women carrying large and small buckets, queuing up behind the Red Army trucks pulling water jugs to get water. That town was the first place I came to in Berlin, where I saw hope, not killing and extinction."

Tears were already sliding down from the corners of her eyes, flowing across her soft face and dripping slowly down her chin, and the tone mixed with crying continued.

"I had hoped that the people who brought all this hope and made it take root could do more, so that every inch of land burned by the war could regain vitality and beauty"

"I'm sorry that I was too naive, and I should be the one to say sorry. I clearly saw the hideous ugliness of those Nazis with my own eyes, but I still hoped that the brave who wielded a long sword and rushed towards the evil dragon could do more"

"I'm really sorry, I'm very sorry, General, I hope you can forgive me"

There was no extra waiting, more explanations, or any words.

Malashenko could hear Jill's messy footsteps as she hurried away, coming from behind him. Even though he didn't see it, he knew what kind of tears were flowing on the face of this kind-hearted girl who always had hope for beauty and justice.

Malashenko didn't try to keep her, let alone go out to chase her. He let the creaking sound of the door opening and leaving sound behind him, and the footsteps gradually faded away and were almost inaudible.

The deep and stagnant Shuangmu was still staring out the window quietly, until the familiar voice, accompanied by footsteps from far away, sounded quietly again from behind.

"Maybe you should comfort her a little. She is a kind-hearted girl. She helped a lot during the half-day interview in the town. She helped distribute supplies to more than a dozen stores on the street during her door-to-door interviews."

The fierce battle that lasted for a day was coming to an end, and the sun that had already run to the west was about to sink into the horizon again.

Political Commissar Petrov also came to the city with documents and reports at the right time, and met with Malashenko and Kurbalov briefly to discuss some necessary work and solve problems. While waiting at the door instead of interrupting the conversation, he also accidentally heard what kind of conversation just happened.

The political commissar, who had said everything to Malashenko, sat on the sofa where Jill had just left, next to Malashenko. Putting down the folder in his hand, he once again chose to wait quietly for the division commander and the little Malashenko who had grown up and changed little by little under his own eyes.

Until Malashenko stopped staring out the window, but took a deep breath with his eyes slightly closed and spoke slowly.

"It is because she is kind-hearted that I would rather let her think of me as a bad person and think it is my fault."

The political commissar sitting next to Malashenko played with the pocket watch in his hand, and the last time for the hour hand and minute hand to overlap was running out.

"But this is still not the best solution. You know how to keep that beauty and hope, just like you knew clearly what to do when you were in town."

""

Malachenko, who was lying on the sofa, still kept his eyes slightly closed and remained silent, but the other hand holding the edge of the ashtray was getting tighter and tighter, and he was holding it harder and harder, until the veins of the already powerful hand were exposed because of the excessive force, and finally he could no longer bear it.

He got up violently, and threw the tightly held ashtray far away with his fist full of veins. It hit the wall with a "bang" sound, and then fell to the ground, spinning and rolling, and the cigarette butts and ashes in it were scattered all over the ground.

It was a German steel helmet with bullet marks and blood stains. It was taken off the head of a Nazi scum who brutally killed the scouts of the leader division. It was used as a temporary ashtray by the avengers who hated the enemy to the extreme.

Along with the spinning of the ashtray, there was also Malashenko's angry curse.

"This damn war!"