Chapter 2798 But the Results Are the Same

The chat with the old squad leader came to an end, and the soldiers who were cleaning up and searching the house were basically busy.

Sulovchenko ordered to take a breath, drink a few sips of water to adjust their state, and then continue to set off. After all, continuous combat also requires a break in combat, especially this kind of bloody street fighting that is like stuffing meat into a meat grinder.

There is no harm in taking a proper breath, but it is also beneficial. This is one of the things that Alsim has taught Sulovchenko since he was transferred to the combat engineer unit.

"What is written behind this? Is there anything else?"

"Huh?"

Sulovchenko, holding the diary in his hand, originally planned to go downstairs to take a look. If there is no unexpected situation, he will call the staff to prepare to set off.

Hearing the old squad leader's curious question, and looking at the thing in his hand, Sulovchenko thought that there should be some time to satisfy his curiosity, and then he opened it again.

"Okay, let's see what the Nazi young man said next."

"Well, it's interesting. This damn guy actually waited for his own kind."

"Huh?"

The old squad leader didn't need to ask any more questions. Sulovichenko, who was squatting on the floor with corpses at his feet but seemed to be oblivious to it, immediately translated and read out the interesting content on the second page of the diary.

March 3, sunny.

It's the third day, maybe not just me. Which day was I caught? Damn it! That torturous shitty training is driving me crazy! Will it ever end? Where are the rescuers? Why hasn't anyone come to get me out?

Are those officials trusted by the head of state all idiots? Every extra day I stay here is a loss to the empire! Damn it!

March 4, rain.

It's raining, I thought it was a good thing, I should be able to sleep in that stinky barracks for a day, and now my whole body hurts! But it turns out that I was wrong, and I underestimated the ferocity of those demons.

I was training in the pouring rain and mud, well, so-called training.

It was just holding that broken gun and crawling in the mud again and again, crawling around like a maggot! It was terrible!

I say it again, how many times do you want me to say it again! ?

I am the imperial elite, not those damn inferior people! Those bugs!

I don’t think the Jews have suffered such torture? Maybe there is a traitor among us, controlled by the enemy, and the Führer has also been deceived! Those evil people treated me and the imperial elite like this, they must want to destroy our motherland.

I was as cold as a plucked chicken just out of ice water! Then when I returned to the barracks, I saw an even more unbelievable scene, the sky was about to fall!

There was a newcomer in the barracks, I had never seen him before. This may not be accurate, because I am also a newcomer, but he is indeed newer than me, because he just arrived today.

He told me that he was the architect of the city hall, who could believe such a thing?

I laughed at him for treating me like a three-year-old kid. I don't believe this nonsense, and I'm afraid even the homeless people on the street don't believe it.

But who knew that he told me a lot of things that only people in our industry would know, professional knowledge, and he even knew how many buildings in Berlin were planned and designed. He told me when my jaw was hanging open, because he participated in the planning.

Damn! He is over 50 years old! The same age as my father!

Why would such a person be arrested and sent to the army? I can't figure it out, I don't understand it, and I don't understand it.

After talking to him, I really couldn't sleep, so I went to the radio room to listen to the radio for a while. This is my only way to entertain myself now.

The radio said that the Führer's most loyal army won again, and defeated Stalin's bandit army, leaving them dead all over the ground. More enemies are considering surrendering, and the front line will soon advance to the outskirts of Moscow. We will return to the bandit's lair and win this war.

I am looking forward to this day coming soon, so that I don't have to be sent to the battlefield. I want to go back to school. I haven't finished my graduation thesis yet.

I am sleepy. I think I have said enough. I hope I won't be so sore tomorrow.

March 6, cloudy.

Am I deaf? Or am I hallucinating?

The person in charge of guiding our training is the armless waste who doesn't have all his parts.

He told us that today is the last day of training? Oh, I was so happy that I almost jumped up. Finally someone came to save me, an elite of the empire.

But this guy followed up and said that he would send me, the old man from the city hall, and all the lower-class people to the front line to fight tomorrow?

Oh my God? Has it come to this? Why did the Führer's army send us to the battlefield after winning battles one after another? Shouldn't there be more professional people to do this?

I am too tired. Something must have gone wrong. What I know now should not be true. It must be like this.

I'm going to rest. Tomorrow morning I can take the car that comes to pick me up and go back to school.

Maybe I should think about how to write my graduation thesis next. It's a good idea to go to sleep like this. Good night.

"Is this idiot's brain rusted? Why is his writing so messy and incoherent, like he's crazy?"

The old squad leader couldn't help but complain, and felt that there was no need to continue reading. Sulovichenko, who translated nonsense literature, closed the diary.

"The gap from heaven to hell is so big, it's not surprising."

"Yesterday he was a highly envied young talent with a bright future, full of dreams of a bright future and a lot of money from women. What happened? The next day, he was captured by the Nazis and thrown into the mud in a smelly ditch. After playing games and talking to strong men with a higher social status than him, his "sickness" became even worse."

Just before closing the diary, Sulovechenko casually flipped through a few pages. Sulovechenko, who was very fast at reading and translating, read ten lines at a glance and roughly understood the following contents in just a few seconds. What criticism.

"This thing will be like a medical record in a mental hospital in the next few days. This idiot even thought that everything he experienced was sleepwalking. Someone fed him an unknown drug to cause him to be like this. When he wakes up, It’s business as usual.”

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The old squad leader, whose consciousness and spirit were "shocked", was speechless. He took the last puff of cigarette from his mouth and stamped out the cigarette butt. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but ask one more question with the last trace of curiosity.

"What about the result? What is the final result in the diary?"

"result?"

After hearing this, Sulovechenko turned around and saw at a glance the position of the soldier who had just given him the diary. The body in the corner that had been searched was probably not cool yet.

"Well, there it is. Just like the wood in the furnace, after the consumables are burned, there will be some ashes left for people to see. The wood approved for high-end furniture is not necessarily more durable than the wood cut from the forest. After it is burned, The rest is the same."