Chapter 2913 The Commander Is Here

The temporary station of the Volga River siege team was originally a large shopping mall in the core area of ​​Berlin.

According to local people living nearby, when the Red Army besieged the city, this shopping mall broke out in a super-large-scale looting and "zero-dollar shopping" activity.

Those Berlin gentlemen who usually speak elegantly and gracefully saw the Russians approaching the city and the army approaching, and they panicked one by one.

Those who have the ability and connections immediately packed up their gold and silver and packed their bags, and ran away before the Red Army finally surrounded Berlin.

As for those who have no ability, can't rely on connections or go through the back door, in short, they can't escape from the semi-military control of Berlin at that time, so they naturally have to make early plans for the "miserable life" that can be expected later.

As a result, a super-large-scale "zero-dollar shopping" activity swept in.

Facts have proved that when disaster strikes, the etiquette and morality boasted by those shitty Western gentlemen are all bullshit. The men who rushed into the Berlin shopping mall to participate in the "zero-dollar shopping" event were so desperate that the thinner, shorter, and older men were squeezed aside, not to mention the women and children.

This is a super-large-scale group event of "ultimate social Darwinism" with no conditions or thresholds for participation, which embodies the core truth of "zero-dollar shopping stage, come if you have the energy".

Those who are strong and agile can grab enough food and survive;

The losers of the event will not only starve, but will even be caught by the Nazi black dogs who arrive later. They will either be conscripted on the spot, or thrown into prison to wait for death or shot on the spot. In short, no matter which result is good.

"It means that this place had tens of thousands of tons of supplies at that time, and you didn't even grab a pack of biscuits, is that right?"

The little girl who looked to be only about ten years old sitting in front of Sulovchenko nodded when she heard the words, and replaced the verbal answer with a silent action. Whether it was the tattered clothes, the dirt on her face, the shivering look, or the action of hugging her knees and curling up, it was obvious that the little girl was in a bad situation.

"What about your parents? Don't they care about you? Let you, a child, dance with bullets and shells in the war zone and run around?"

The continuous intensive battles for many days made Sulovchenko a little numb.

As soon as the words came out, I felt that something seemed inappropriate. Maybe I shouldn't say this to a ten-year-old lonely child. ׺°"˜˜`"°º× But I wanted to change something but realized that it was too late. Sulovchenko, who was sitting in front of the campfire, finally did not choose to speak again, but continued the action in his hands, stirring the contents of the pot on the campfire rack with a spoon.

The orange campfire licked the dark bottom of the pot, while reflecting Sulovchenko's cheeks into the color of the sunset.

The beard, which had not been shaved for almost a week, was not scary at this moment, but rather looked a bit warm like a neighbor's uncle. Perhaps it was this non-aggressive warmth and the casual chat that finally made the little girl willing to open up.

"My father is a policeman, and my mother is a nurse in the hospital. They were all arrested."

"Huh? Arrested? Do you know who arrested them?"

Sulovchenko thought that the child's parents might have been separated from the child in the war zone under the charge of the friendly troops; or that her parents were arrested because they were slow and did not run in time during the "Super Zero Purchase" event.

However, the answer the little girl gave in the end was completely different from what Sulovchenko expected.

"The SS took my father away. They said Berlin didn't need police anymore. It was time for him to fulfill his duty as an armed defender. They took him away from me and my mother."

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Realizing that this would remind the little girl of something bad, Sulovchenko, whose smile suddenly froze, was about to speak and tell the little girl that she didn't need to continue, but she spoke faster than him.

"Later, they took my mother away from me. They said nurses also had duties and obligations that they had to fulfill. My mother didn't want to leave me, and I didn't want to leave her either. They beat her and pushed me away, and finally left me alone at home."

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Sulovchenko, who didn't know how to respond, was obviously stunned after hearing this. As a father with a cute little girl of the same age, it was really hard for Sulovchenko to imagine how such a young child could survive alone in a war-torn city for so many days.

The adults were so busy trying to escape that they had no idea where to go, let alone the children. The saying "In troubled times, human life is worse than a dog's" probably means this.

"Well, everything is over. The war will end soon and there will be no more gunfire."

"Come, try this. Uncle can't make anything delicious due to limited conditions. Try it and see how it tastes."

The food heated in the pot gave off steam and fragrance. It was Sulovchenko's "battlefield cooking skills". He used canned beef, canned pork, buckwheat rice, potatoes and a handful of vegetable leaves from the kitchen team, chopped them up, threw them into the pot, added water, and stewed them into a "big meal".

Old veterans like Sulovchenko are at least a considerable number of them.

Whenever conditions permit, they will prepare some midnight snacks to fill their stomachs and drive away the cold when they are on duty. Have you ever experienced the feeling of being hungry when you get up in the morning? In fact, this feeling will start in the middle of the night, but people can't feel it when they are asleep, and it is very uncomfortable to stay awake and guard such a feeling all night.

The satisfaction brought by midnight snacks and food naturally became the only thing for soldiers who have extremely scarce material and entertainment means to look forward to and kill time in the endless night. It would be even better if they could have a cigarette to worship the gods after eating.

"Thank you, uncle."

Looking at the little girl taking the lid of the lunch box that he had packed for her and started eating, Sulovchenko, who also filled a lunch box for himself, also started to eat and began to "violently inhale".

The scene of two people, one big and one small, sitting around the campfire and eating together in the dilapidated house did not look strange, but rather had a warm touch, until a familiar figure quietly approached from behind.

"Hey, stop eating, the division commander is here."