Chapter 2797 Although Different

In this era of material scarcity, normal people living in peacetime lack entertainment, let alone those soldiers who suffer in the war.

People who get along well and have many friends may find a few buddies to play cards or something, or at least find someone who is equally bored to chat.

But those who don't fit in can only find some self-distracting ways to have fun and pass the time. Among them, the most timid and introverted people usually use such a closed self-way to relieve boredom - writing diaries.

For example, this thing that Sulovichenko is weighing in his hand.

March 1, sunny.

God, I can't believe that I started writing a diary again after so many years. When was the last time I wrote a diary? Three or four years ago? I don't remember clearly, but I feel really bad now.

Also, I still wonder if I am dreaming, or if I am sick? Fainted?

I mean, I actually picked up a gun and followed a bunch of people in uniform to the battlefield? I never thought in my life that I would become a soldier! And I was forced to become a soldier.

Those people just gave me a gun and threw me to that godforsaken place, with a bunch of poor people who knew nothing like me, and desperately learned some kind of fighting skills like driving cattle?

Oh my God, are they mentally ill? Or did they take the wrong medicine?

I am an elite of the empire! I am a top student in the Department of Architecture at the University of Berlin! I am a top student who will achieve great things in the future in the words of my tutor!

They ordered me around like this? Throwing me with a bunch of poor people who were barely clothed, playing with that broken gun that might be as old as my grandfather all day, rolling in the mud, and beating me up for the slightest disobedience?

I didn't go to school for this! I worked hard to become the top student in the grade so that I could display my talents! Not for this!

These bastards with brain problems must be deliberately messing with me. Maybe I offended someone, so this happened?

The Führer will definitely not agree to this happening, he will definitely not agree! How can the elites of the empire be casually consumed on the battlefield like those street goods?

When I leave here, I mean I believe I will not stay here for too long, and someone will come to rescue me soon! Let me display my true talent and display my academic ability.

Then, when I leave here, I must complain about the unfair treatment I received here! I want to see hell! I will complain to the principal and the Führer about these stinky conscriptions! I will definitely return their insults to me double!

Just be patient for a while, it won’t take long to be patient, and I hope it will come soon.

You must hold on!

"What's written in it?"

Sulovchenko, with a cigarette in his mouth, finished reading the first chapter of the diary. The old squad leader next to him couldn't help but come up and stretched his head to look. The once honest farmer who didn't understand German could only ask for help from Deputy Comrade Lian.

"The diary of a Nazi soldier is quite interesting. His identity is not ordinary. According to what is said in it, the person who wrote this diary is a college student. The University of Berlin should be the best university for the Germans? Anyway, it's not bad. I heard from the prisoners before that people who can go to school here are not simple."

"In the diary, he complained that he had no formal training, received a broken gun, and rolled in the mud and ate grass every day with a group of soldiers who were forcibly captured like him. He didn't want to be a soldier at all, hoping to become a talented architect. In his diary, he cursed the Nazi conscription."

"Ah? A student from the University of Berlin?"

The old squad leader sounded obviously surprised. Although he was not well educated, he knew what this meant.

"Are the Nazis crazy? No, I know they are crazy, but I didn't expect them to be so crazy. Do they know what they are doing? College students from top universities are captured as soldiers. This group of Sukas didn't get to this point when we fought the Battle of Moscow."

"Except for those who volunteer to join the army, they may not be allowed. The college students during the Battle of Moscow were all sent to safe places in the rear. My neighbor's son was one of them. What these Nazis are doing now is digging up the roots of their own nation and country. Have these bastards been beaten stupid by us?"

"Ha."

Compared to the old squad leader's face of surprise and confusion, Sulovchenko seemed to be indifferent and calm, with a slightly raised expression on his mouth, and even a little teasing and laughing.

"So they are the Nazis, and we are the Red Army."

"The internal propaganda materials of our division, the newspapers and books issued by the division headquarters, were shown to us. I still remember that one of the issues published an article written by the division commander himself, which said this."

"The fundamental difference between us and the Nazis is the nature of what we fight for. One day, the Nazis will burn everything around them to defend themselves. Since they are going to die, they will drag everything around them to be buried with them. The Red Army knows what they want to defend, and they don't let those who are supposed to be protected by us stand in front of us and take bullets for us."

"Before we are burned, the enemy will not think of stepping over our defense line to hurt the people protected behind us. This is the meaning of our fight and the difference between us and the Nazis."

"So you see, what the division commander said has come true now. These Nazis have been, are, and will be buried with everything around them until they are destroyed. This should be "fighting for the Nazis until the last German falls", yes, this is what is happening now."

"It is indeed as the division commander said. In terms of why we fight, these rubbish are fundamentally different from us. After listening to the division commander's words, it will be easier to understand some real things, isn't it?"

Talking about philosophy and macro principles with ordinary soldiers about things that are too profound is a bit of performance art in itself.

Because you can't expect everyone, especially ordinary people, to understand your lofty talk when you are in a high position and overlooking all living things.

So Malashenko never talks about philosophy, grand narratives and lofty ideals with his soldiers. He only tells the soldiers things that can be understood in combination with the reality happening around them. If they can't understand, then no matter how much you say, it's all bullshit.

Of course, the owner of this diary is obviously not so lucky. The guys who dominate his "strong life" don't care what he thinks.