Chapter 870 First, a Person

"Hey, don't shoot! We surrender, we have no weapons, we surrender!"

The sudden loud shouting interrupted Malashenko's words while he was giving orders to several officers and soldiers around him. The nearest Red Army soldiers reacted immediately and raised their weapons.

"Don't! Don't shoot! We surrender, really surrender!"

Karl, who saw the muzzle of the gun turned towards him, was the first to react. He shouted even louder at his former enemies and raised his hands, desperately indicating that he really wanted to surrender without any weapons.

Martin, a new recruit who had never seen such a scene and experienced it for the first time, was already scared. The feeling of being pointed at by the black muzzle almost made Martin's hair stand on end. He whispered to Karl beside him in a trembling voice.

"Kakar, we, we won't be killed in this damn place, right?"

Seeing that several Red Army soldiers with guns on guard had already stepped towards him with their weapons raised, Karl, who estimated that there was no big problem, basically replied to Martin in a low voice with certainty.

"If they really wanted to kill us, they would have done it long ago. Don't worry, it's okay."

Karl, who had been a soldier for nearly ten years, was already tired of the army. His former enthusiasm and loyal beliefs gradually faded away with the passage of time. One war after another made Karl more and more worried about his life, which might be annihilated at any time in this German war machine that was advertised as sacred and immortal.

The Führer lost himself and had millions of loyal soldiers at his disposal, but he was the only husband and father to his wife and children.

Karl, who suddenly realized such a philosophy, may not be an excellent veteran on the battlefield, but Karl is definitely a very competent big brother.

Martin, who was young but had no education and chose to join the army to change his life in order to make a living and live a better life. Karl, who frequently fought with the Russians in this vast land, had already experienced the enemy's strength.

Karl didn't want Martin to die in this meaningless war of aggression from the bottom of his heart. Regardless of the victory or defeat of the war, in Karl's view, it was not worth mentioning compared with precious life.

Everyone has only one life. What happens after death is irrelevant. Since a person is alive, he should live with himself and the things and people that are important to him as the center.

Carl, who was given a name by the priest to accompany him throughout his life, is actually a staunch atheist who is completely contrary to God.

Ancient China has a more appropriate way to describe people like Carl and his way of dealing with people.

"Even if there is a flood after I die"

The Red Army soldier who strode forward raised his leg and swept Carl's knee. Carl, whose joints were stressed and his body lost balance, was forced to kneel on the ground in an instant. Carl, who knew very well what kind of situation he was in, did not dare to complain or say a word. He just kept his arms raised and knelt on the ground.

"Feel if there are any weapons on him, be careful."

Carl, who was forcibly searched, still kept a calm face and cooperated quite well, but Martin, who was also forced to kneel on the ground, was far from being so calm.

"I didn't bring anything with me, woo woo, I beg you, please don't kill me"

"I joined the army and came to Russia just to make more money to improve my life. I have never killed a dog since I was a child, let alone a person. I only fed Matthew and repaired the car in Russia, and followed everyone on patrol according to orders. I really didn't do anything bad. I beg you not to kill me. I miss my mother. She is still waiting for me to go back home for Christmas. I beg you not to kill me"

Martin, who was talking nonsense, had completely cried into a tearful man at this moment.

The tears on his face poured out from the corners of his eyes like a spring. The Red Army soldier who didn't understand what Martin was saying at all got angry. How could this German who kept chattering and screaming be so dishonest! ? It seems that he needs to teach this Hitler's running dog a lesson to make him behave.

"Damn you German, shut up! You keep talking nonsense!"

Bang——

The thick-soled butt of the rifle that was coming straight at his face and getting bigger and bigger hit Martin's face firmly.

Martin, whose face was covered with blood mixed with tears, felt even more sad. Martin, who had done nothing wrong, couldn't understand why he was treated like this.

"Oh, damn it! Martin, you idiot!"

As if it was an unconscious action, Carl, who was originally being searched in the pocket and did not move, flew towards Martin who was close at hand like a sharp arrow, and instantly fell on Martin who was lying on the ground to protect him, and then hurriedly explained.

"Hey, listen to me, he's just telling you he wants to go home, his mother is waiting for him at home, nothing else, we've surrendered."

After hearing the explanation, the two Red Army soldiers still had stern faces, and they were obviously not in a good mood. Seeing that the situation was still unresolved, Carl simply continued to protect Martin, who was crying and bleeding from his nose, and refused to leave. He was ready to be beaten.

I don't know how many seconds have passed.

Carl, who was lying on Martin with his muscles tensed, did not feel the pain of the rain of punches and kicks falling on him, but instead, he suddenly spoke a cold word to him.

"Get up, go! If you don't go, I'll shoot you!"

Karl turned around in surprise, unable to believe that the situation would be like this, but saw two Red Army soldiers holding their weapons meticulously, with serious expressions that didn't look like a joke at all. Karl realized what was going on in an instant and then stood up and thanked the two Red Army soldiers in front of him profusely.

"Thank you, I thank you on his behalf, thank you!"

Lavrinenko, who had come to Malashenko's side at some point, had already lit a cigarette and started smoking. With smoke lingering around his mouth, he asked Malashenko a question.

"Did you hear everything? What do you think of this?"

"What do you think?"

Malashenko, who was suddenly asked, smiled indifferently, and the expression on his face seemed to be as normal as if he had encountered a daily routine in life.

"People's hearts are made of flesh and blood, and they all have lifelong emotions hidden in their hearts."

"You are like this, I am like this, Comrade Political Commissar is like this, and all Red Army soldiers are like this."

"Of course, this also includes those two running dogs of Hitler. After all, they were people before they were running dogs."