Chapter 2828: Mutation (Part 1)

"Lies, deceit, betrayal, and use, this is what we get from Nazu, and what we will lose is all the good things we have cherished so far--"

The "broadcaster" in the sky was comparable to an air defense siren, and it continued to broadcast with super power.

If you want to say that those demagogic Nazi leaders don't hate this thing with itch, that's obviously impossible.

But what's the use of just hating it? Hate can't solve the problem, right?

At this point in the war, the Nazi armed forces had already completely lost air control. The huge Berlin did not even have a German field airport capable of taking off and landing frontline fighter jets.

All the aircraft take-off and landing sites have long been under the control of the Red Army. At this time, you can't say anything about calling in planes to knock down that annoying thing.

The worst problem is not only the complete loss of air superiority, but also the loss of one of the three G-type air defense towers that ensured the airspace in Berlin's core area was completely destroyed.

There were no air superiority fighters available, and the remaining two air defense towers were out of reach and out of reach of the Pe-8 propaganda aircraft that deliberately flew close to them.

You are so angry that you are itching your teeth, but you are helpless. No matter how angry you are, you can only watch helplessly as the Russian giant is being forcibly released from the sky. You have no choice but to listen.

Those Nazi supervisors and military police chain dogs who maintained morale and maintained order on the front line could not stop the already demoralized soldiers from listening to the sound, which was so loud that it could be clearly heard even in the basement.

The fact is that just as Malashenko expected, some subtle changes in people's hearts have already begun inadvertently, like an invisible karmic fire that cannot be seen or touched, gradually spreading within the German army.

"Is what you said on the plane true? Is Marshal Paulus really not lying to us? Is he really doing it for our own good?"

Just like many German soldiers in the German-controlled areas of Berlin at this moment.

Two German soldiers, one tall, one short, one old and one young, were relatively close to each other. At this moment, they were leaning on the ruins of the building that had been shattered by bombing and artillery shelling. They were whispering to each other about what they had just seen so vividly and shockingly. , is whispering softly.

"You can ask this, doesn't it already explain the problem? Isn't the answer obvious enough?"

"You have doubts yourself, boy. Do you want me to give you a positive answer?"

"I guess you definitely want to live or die, so if I tell you that what Marshal Paulus said on the plane is true, is this the satisfactory answer you want?"

""

The veteran who saw through the young soldier's thoughts at a glance could be said to use the most unobtrusive way to speak without thinking, and said everything in the young soldier's heart.

The young soldier did not speak, or could not speak after hearing the words.

The veteran, whose head was covered with bandages and couldn't even wear a helmet because it was so swollen, was holding a broken Mauser rifle that he used as a walking stick, with the butt of the gun facing down to support the ground. Lengqi looked shaky and stood up slowly.

While lamenting that his old bones were not as good as before, he also spoke quietly again.

"I think back then, when I was your age, I might have been a little older than you."

"I hid in the trenches of Verdun and was bombarded by French cannons every day until my brain almost flowed out of my ears. At that time, I had no extra thoughts. There was always only one thought in my heart - I wanted to live. I want to go back alive to see my mother and go back to her so that she won’t shed tears.”

"Your mother must also want you to go back safely, right? Is she okay now?"

Hearing the veteran's quiet question, the young soldier was startled for a moment, and then nodded slowly. The look on his brows was full of longing for his home and relatives.

"When the last war ended, I was fucking cursing my mother. The corpses of young people who died in this damn war were floating all over the English Channel! But what did you get? What did you get in exchange? Why did those old gangsters give the order? Now, millions of young people have to risk their lives to fulfill their bullshit desires and ambitions. Many of them don’t even know why they are dying.”

"I didn't expect how many years have passed since then? I'm not too old to walk on the road yet, and the exact same situation has happened again! And it's worse than last time! This time it's not just young people, even people like me have already suffered it once The guilty ones were also arrested. I hate war as much as I hate shit, but they just want to stuff it into my mouth, Shasen!”

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The veteran complained to himself and seemed to be mentally disturbed. He was not facing the young soldiers but seemed to be facing someone. He kept talking happily for a while, until it came to an end for the time being. During the break, it was finally the young man's turn to speak.

"I want to go back to school. I was supposed to go to college this year. I want to be a teacher, just like my mother who teaches and educates people. You're right, I want to go back alive! I don't want to die here! I don't want to! "

The veteran who was not very agile raised his lips and smiled when he heard this, as if he had seen something good, and his face was filled with joy, but his eyes were shining with encouragement and determination.

"Then do what you want to do, fuck the war! Don't live for other people's ambitions and desires. I am selfish so I survived from the dead, now it's your turn. No one has the right to take your life. No matter whether what the fucking Naci said is true or not, you just need to remember that they have no right to let you be buried with them. These bastards are almost dead!"

"But what should I do..."

The young soldier hadn't finished speaking when he heard a violent shout like an explosion behind him.

"What are you doing? What are you going to do?"

"What? Are you fucking deaf?! Didn't you hear the German language on the plane? Or can't you see the photo?! Fuck the Führer, fuck Germany, I sold my life to these people for three years, three years! Now they want me to die! I'm tired of these endless lies! I want to live for myself for once!"

The young soldier who had been conscripted for less than a week was obviously seriously frightened, but it was no wonder.

Before this, he had never seen two of his own people wearing the same military uniform and speaking the same fluent German quarrel in front of everyone. It looked like they were just about to punch each other in the face and have a duel to decide the winner.

But obviously, the young soldier, who was inexperienced and experienced, finally underestimated the seriousness of the problem.

Because the man who was obviously one level higher in rank, the captain of his company, had already pulled out his pistol in the next second and pointed it squarely at the head of the man who was yelling in front of him.

"I don't want to waste my time with you! Get back! Go back to your position and prepare to fight, this is an order!"