Chapter 2804: Converts' Fanaticism

The evacuation order was issued, but it was still not an easy task to evacuate all the more than 2,000 refugees living in the air defense tower as the core and the entire Berlin Zoo as the boundary within two and a half hours.

"Move, move! The elderly and children follow, quickly! Go this way, move quickly!"

The elderly, weak, women and children with big and small bags and families trotted in an orderly manner in the dark night, lined up to walk out of the air defense tower and leave the zoo, and finally did not forget to get the last ration from the soldiers at the material distribution point at the entrance of the zoo before setting off.

It must be said that these war refugees were lucky. It was a blessing to meet the Wehrmacht air defense forces stationed in the zoo air defense tower in this city of Berlin where shells were flying all over the sky and unlimited supply was available.

The group of people under Colonel Sterheim had been stationed in Berlin for quite a long time.

Since he was forced to retreat to the rear due to injury, and he didn't want to be an instructor in school and didn't want to retire, he used his connections to find him a "relaxed" job as the commander of the air defense force.

Dealing with various Allied aircraft has become the main theme of his life and work. After staying in Berlin for a long time, he has also met many people, including the families of his soldiers who are many locals in Berlin.

Now, the garrison troops stationed in the air defense tower under Colonel Sterheim can almost be said to be the best among all the Nazi armed forces in Berlin in terms of the way and method of dealing with war refugees.

Many of the refugees are neighbors, friends and relatives of these air defense forces. No matter how arrogant they are on weekdays, they should be polite and gentle to the neighbors, uncles and aunts, the elderly, women and children who have watched them grow up, right?

Seeing that most of the people in the air defense tower had been evacuated, most of the refugees who were able to walk without help had left one after another. Now, only those refugees who were weak and needed help to walk, and some of them were injured, were not easy to deal with, so they stayed in the air defense tower for the time being.

Colonel Sterheim was still undecided about how to deal with the remaining 300 people, but when he was about to go back to the tower to use the remaining time to think of a solution, a black-clad SS officer who had not left took the initiative to stop him.

"Colonel, you have already evacuated most of the people. If you drove them away to save food, your goal has been achieved now."

"We must keep enough people to help us "fight". After all, no one knows what cruel means the Russians will use when they come. It is always better to keep a safety in hand than to make no preparations. What do you think?"

"Help us "fight"?"

Before Sturm could speak, the young adjutant who was listening with a confused face spoke first with confusion and disgust.

"Are you crazy? Or are you daydreaming? The people left in the tower are either soldiers or people who are so weak and disabled that they can't even walk. You actually expect these people to help you "fight"? How do you let them fight? With crutches or in a wheelchair? Do you know what you are talking about!"

Being young means being easily impulsive and hot-blooded, but this does not mean that the adjutant has lost his basic judgment.

Or in the adjutant's own opinion, the black-skinned, unpleasant SS officer in front of him was a mad dog who had lost his mind. Not saying it out loud on the spot was already giving face to this brainless idiot.

But the adjutant himself never expected that his thinking was still at the first level, while the thinking of the SS second-level assault squadron leader opposite him had reached the ninth level. The young adjutant even guessed the wrong direction from the beginning.

"I think you probably misunderstood, but it doesn't matter, the colonel will understand, right?"

""

Looking at the malicious smile on the face of the SS leader in front of him, Colonel Sterheim, who had been on the front line and the rear, mixed in various occasions, and had seen all kinds of people and humanoids, how could he not know what this guy was showing off now.

"Lieutenant Philip, I'll call you that for now."

"Have you forgotten one thing? I ordered you and your people to stay temporarily because you said you and your large army were separated and had no supplies and needed medical assistance, so I allowed you and your people to stay here temporarily. When can you give orders and make decisions on my behalf? Did I say that all the remaining refugees must be left here? This place has not fallen to the point where the French have to exercise command on behalf of us."

"What? French!?"

The adjutant on the side was stunned after hearing this, and he couldn't believe that what he had just heard was true.

Because he looked down on these "illegal armed elements" and believed in the German armed forces from beginning to end, the Wehrmacht, which inherited the Prussian tradition, should be the only orthodox adjutant. He basically didn't talk to the "SS refugee leader" who had just arrived in front of him, let alone know anything about him.

But the adjutant had always thought that this guy with blond hair, blue eyes, and skin as white as a woman was a genuine German without a doubt. And judging from his appearance, he should be the type of "superior person" most respected by those SS idiots who were always engaged in anthropology, so it was not surprising that he could get the position of a small leader in the SS.

But when Colonel Sterheim said this, the adjutant, who had "never expected it", was dumbfounded on the spot.

A French SS lieutenant stood in front of a genuine Wehrmacht colonel and talked nonsense, giving orders and pretending to be so. What kind of stupid humanoid creature could do this?

But obviously, the French man called Lieutenant Philip did not think so.

"Oh, don't get excited, Colonel. I'm just making a suggestion, that's all."

"But you also know that the foreign SS under my command are not only French, especially the Finns and Czechs who are the most disobedient. They keep saying that they will live and die with Berlin, and insist on leaving those civilians who can't walk. If I don't go in and persuade them, I'm afraid something bad will happen if I play for a while."

"Why don't you agree and let me in? I'm sure I can convince them. At least they still listen to me now, what do you think?"

Lieutenant Philip deliberately paused between "agree" and "let me in", playing a double entendre, and was sure that his statement would be understood, and the dual meanings of the surface and the inner were understood at the same time.

The threat was very obvious. The adjutant, who smelled the gunpowder in the air and was extremely unhappy, had already put his hand on the holster, as if he would pull out his gun on the spot if he couldn't hold it back any more.

"So you are determined to keep civilians as your shield? Just like your SS colleagues?"

Facing the righteous words of the Wehrmacht colonel who was much more senior than him, Philip, who did not feel any fear in his expression but was full of gloomy smiles, just whispered indifferently.

"The French, Finns, and Czechs can all die to defend the German capital, so why can't the Germans themselves?"

""

Looking at the Wehrmacht colonel who was just keeping his eyes focused and staring at him without commenting, Philip, who had not finished speaking, immediately threw out the last half of the sentence, and the gloomy and weird smile remained unchanged.

"The Führer said that all Berlin citizens should live and die with this city. As loyal soldiers of the Führer, we must fulfill our mission. There will be no problem and there will never be any change."