Chapter 2730 Historical Paintings

There was no word left for Sulovchenko to answer, only the little girl shook her head like a rattle.

"Don't you know where your parents are?"

Sulovchenko was unsure, so he could only ask again to confirm the meaning, but the girl who answered him still shook her head like a rattle and repeated it again.

"You don't want to answer my question? Is that what you mean?"

The answer was no, and the little girl just shook her head.

"You are, you can't speak?"

Sulovchenko found it hard to believe that this would be true, but the little girl's slow nod silently turned the guess into reality.

"This child can't speak but can hear, she is only dumb but not deaf."

Thinking about it carefully, it is indeed true.

From the first moment he entered this room until now, Sulovchenko, who quickly traced back his memories and thought about it, really didn't find that the little girl had uttered even a syllable, and even the moment when he knocked the little girl to the ground with a heavy punch did not happen.

The little girl did not lie. It was not only a reasonable analysis based on the actual situation. Sulovchenko, who had been looking into the little girl's eyes for more than ten seconds, believed that his judgment would not be wrong. There was indeed no trace of lies in those innocent eyes.

"Are you going to let her go? I have checked and she has no weapons. But some soldiers saw that it was her who ran from the alley at the beginning. It might be a tool for fishing."

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To be honest, the description of "tool" hurt Sulovchenko's nerves a little, it was indeed.

Sulovchenko, who has long been a father, has two children, a son and a daughter. The eldest daughter is about the same age as the little girl in front of him.

Fortunately, Sulovchenko's family, who lived in Irkutsk, was not swept by the war at the beginning of the war. Because his wife and two children were family members of officers, they were quickly transferred and properly settled.

The war that spread across the motherland did not burn his wife and children, which made Sulovchenko feel most fortunate. Even though he had already been bathed in the red-hot war, as long as his family was safe, it was enough.

Thinking of his daughter of the same age, at least she could go to school, have food to eat, and wear new clothes that were not so beautiful but at least made by her mother, and could share a happy childhood with her friends in a safe rear away from the war.

But the little girl who couldn't speak in front of him didn't have any of these things. Not only did she have nothing, she was even likely to be used as a tool.

War is cruel, but it should have nothing to do with children.

Sulovchenko didn't kill the Nazi kid who spoke wildly and had blood on his hands on the spot. This was the greatest mercy.

But for the little girl in front of him, Sulovchenko decided to do more within his ability, even if it was out of personal feelings, he was happy and it was not against the rules.

"Uncle wants to ask you for help. I'll thank you with candy and other delicious gifts. How about that?"

Although he already has a son and a daughter, Sulovchenko, who has been in the army for many years, is always separated from his family. His ability to coax his children is also to copy his wife's example, and even now he has only learned the basics.

But it's okay. Although the little girl in front of him can't speak, she doesn't mean to refuse. Instead, she carefully stretched out her little hand and took the candy from Sulovchenko's hand. This is the candy that the Red Army lieutenant officers use to make tea and drink water.

Some people like this, but Sulovchenko has not been very interested in candy since he was a child. He doesn't like sweets. He usually puts it in his pocket to "be prepared for any eventuality."

I always think that it might be useful to ask for directions or to help someone one day. After all, the division commander has repeatedly emphasized that it is not allowed to use unprovoked violence against any civilians in the occupied area. Once violence is used, there must be a reason and a self-examination report must be written afterwards.

So if a problem can be solved with a little thing, try not to use verbal warnings and threats. If verbal warnings and threats work, try not to use guns. This has become a common practice for the leader division in many matters from big to small in the occupied area.

From the actual feedback, this way of doing things, combined with a series of supporting measures presided over and implemented by Malashenko in the occupied area, has indeed effectively improved the public security situation and greatly reduced the incidence of violence and crime. It has considerable benefits and benefits for maintaining an overall safe and stable occupied area and then concentrating on dealing with the front-line war.

I never thought that the candy cubes that I usually put in my pocket for "preparedness" would be used to coax children in an occasion like today.

Sulovchenko shook his head and reached out to stroke the little girl's head. After the candy was peeled off and stuffed into her mouth, she showed a simple and happy smile. Sulovchenko, who also smiled in response, spoke again.

"Let's go and help uncle get more delicious food."

In his right hand, he held the AK-44, the world's most ferocious automatic rifle, with a gun strap hanging on his shoulder and a gun hanging on his waist. In his left hand, he held the little girl's hand and walked out of the warehouse together. In the sky filled with smoke and fire, and against the background of the devastated alleys, a photo that will also be remembered in the history of World War II was drawn.

Click——

Sulovchenko suddenly heard the sound of a camera and looked back. He found that it was the squad leader who came with him who took the photo. He was holding a familiar bloody camera in his hand.

"Is this the American's thing?"

"Huh? Ah, yes, I just picked it up at the scene. It seems that the major was too busy saving people to take care of it, so I picked it up. I didn't expect it to be broken and useful."

Listening to the squad leader's answer, holding the little girl's hand and continuing to walk forward, they were almost at the corner of the alley. Sulovchenko looked at the camera and his tone was still as relaxed as before.

"It's rare. You can use the American's foreign stuff? Is this thing different from our camera? Have you learned to take pictures before or..."

Hearing the company commander's curious question, the squad leader's next answer was also as relaxed as the company commander, smiling and speaking.

"Cameras are just like guns, comrade Captain. The principles are similar. I picked it up and studied it for a while and figured out how to use it. This American stuff is better than ours."

"When I first joined the army, I worked as a propagandist in the old unit for half a year and learned a little bit about photography, but I'm definitely not as good as those professionals. I just saw that scene and it was really good. I was a little touched, so I took a picture because I happened to have a camera in my hand."