Chapter 2962 Even if My Body Turns Into Dry Bones

The battle is over, but the cleaning and finishing work of the battlefield has just begun.

The stubborn and die-hard Nazi elements hid in the remaining anti-artillery holes and small tunnels and refused to come out. Even if they were trapped inside and had no way out, they could only respond to the Red Army's persuasion to surrender with shouting and gunfire.

"Persuading surrender only takes one time, no more than 30 seconds."

"Inform all troops that those who are still stubborn for more than half a minute do not need to continue to waste time. The brain grows in the head, the road is chosen by oneself, and since you want to die, there is nothing to say."

After taking the last puff, Malashenko threw the cigarette butt into the loose soil, raised his leg and stepped on it with one foot, and finally blurted out only one simple order that could not be simpler.

"Kill! Don't leave any one alive, send these black pigs to be buried with their Nazi masters."

"Yes, comrade division commander."

The major who came to report the situation immediately took the order and went to carry out the bloody order of comrade division commander to the end.

Soon, the sound of unilateral suppression fire was heard again in various parts of the battlefield, often accompanied by shrill screams.

Aiming the flamethrower at the entrance of the tunnel and pouring a whole barrel of gasoline into the anti-gun cave through the exhaust hole

The flames that burned the last trace of the remaining sin on the flesh became the "closing performance" of the complete end of the Battle of the Reichstag.

Struggling, wailing, screaming, the diehard SS soldiers, who had not an inch of skin on their bodies without fire, rushed out of the bunker and ran around like flame skeletons who had just climbed out of purgatory.

The Red Army soldiers who were guarding outside did not say a word, raised their weapons and pulled the trigger suddenly to shoot a volley.

The "Flame SS" who were injured again and the flames were not extinguished, struggled and were knocked to the ground, shouting with all their strength to find water to put out the fire, but the water they finally found was just what they already had in their bodies, but at this time it was no longer important whether they could put out the fire.

"Bah! A bunch of Nazi scum, even if they are burned to charcoal, they still can't be satisfied!"

After dealing with the last group of fanatics who refused to surrender and dared to resist, the remaining trivial matters were just "cleaning up the battlefield" in the literal sense. Even if most of the spoils obtained from cleaning up were not worthy of attention, the stalls that needed to be cleaned up still had to be cleaned up after all.

Walking around with his crew, Malashenko had walked a long distance and met the first batch of wounded commandos who were carried out of the building near the entrance of the Capitol.

Most of the injured comrades were not in good condition.

Because the intensity of automatic firepower in the battle in the building was almost unprecedented, once the soldiers were shot in the battle, they were often shot several times at the same time, with at least three or two shots, and at most four, five, six, or even seven or eight shots falling in a pool of blood.

Many people did not survive. Too many comrades fell on the road of the last charge on the eve of victory, sacrificing their precious lives, leaving the opportunity to witness the victory flag flying high to their comrades behind them, who continued to advance.

"Have a good rest! Take good care of your body! This battle was fought beautifully. Everyone, every comrade among you is a hero. The motherland will definitely remember your heroic dedication and sacrifice! Thank you!"

The soldiers did not fight for the praise of the division commander or for some awards or praise, but Malashenko still had to say something that should be said.

Even if it was just a little bit of insignificant effect and comfort, Malashenko hoped that his somewhat pale affirmation and praise could make the soldiers who had just experienced this life-and-death battle feel better, and better understand and understand how great the sacrifices and risks they had made.

The soldiers fought for their beliefs, and the beliefs would never let down every soldier who defended it with his life.

Stretcher after stretcher was carried down the broken stairs of the Reichstag. Before being put on the ambulance and sent to the front-line rescue station with better medical conditions, Malashenko saw with his own eyes that almost all the wounded soldiers who were carried on the ambulance would raise their heads without exception, face the top of the Reichstag and salute. Even if their right hands were broken, they would still raise their protruding stumps, resolutely and firmly.

The red flying high above the dome of the Reichstag is worthy of everyone's heroic fighting and fearlessness of sacrifice.

As long as the red is still there, the faith is there.

Needless to say, being able to witness the victory flag fluttering in the wind over Berlin is the best compliment to these soldiers who were sent to the ambulance with tears in their eyes.

"I suddenly wonder about one thing."

"You said, we have done so much and have gone through so many hardships to get to where we are today. How will future generations evaluate what we have done today?"

After walking down the long and broken stairs and leaving the lobby entrance of the Capitol, Iushkin, who was walking with Malashenko at the foot of the Capitol, raised his head and looked up at the bright red on the roof. He was moved and suddenly asked his driver comrade.

Malashenko still remembers that Iushkin had said before that he wanted to do something, not for now, but for another hundred years when he died and was no longer in the world, to leave something to prove that he had been here, worked hard, and be remembered and sung by future generations.

It is a lofty and meaningful ideal, but it is not so easy to realize it in reality. It's just that Malashenko's answer today is destined to be different from the past.

"Future generations will remember us. You must remember one thing at any time, Iushkin. There will always be truth, and right from wrong, good from evil, must be able to be distinguished. Even if our bodies turn into dry bones, Consciousness is annihilated in the world, but what we do today will never be forgotten by future generations with righteous hearts.”

"I always believe that one day mankind will be able to reach the infinite ideal. It may not necessarily be accomplished by us. The important thing is to give people hope and let the world know that there is a group of people like us "on the road."

"As long as hope continues and faith remains, the fire will be passed on forever, regardless of consciousness or national borders, until the end."

Malashenko, who accompanied Iushkin and his comrades all the way, walked farther and farther, and was about to arrive at the edge of the ruins of the battlefield in King's Square, and was about to go up to see how the soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a burst of rapid yelling and fighting suddenly reached my ears. When I looked closer, I realized that they were several unarmed SS soldiers who were being held down by soldiers escorting prisoners. He was beaten, kicked and cursed on the ground.

"Damn you bitch! Are you a dog!? What a fucking mad dog! Did your untied mother-in-law teach you to bite people everywhere!? Just like a dog!? Ah!?"