Chapter 909 Trial Execution

There was only endless darkness around him as far as he could see. The man trapped in the darkness didn't know why he was in such a place. The cold darkness made him feel quite scared.

"Where am I? Where am I!? What the hell is this place?"

The man trapped in the darkness wanted to say something, but he found that his mouth was blocked by something. He couldn't make any other sound except the dull sound of a pig.

"Damn it! What happened to me? I have to find a way to leave here!"

The man tried to raise his hands, which was one of the instinctive reactions of people.

But just when he raised his hands and wanted to make a specific action, a strong sense of restraint came from his wrists. The man who was strangled and hurt instantly realized that he had been tied up.

"Oh my god, what is going on? What is my current state? Who can tell me!?"

The loud howling in his heart could not be transformed into actual sound. The man who felt more and more uneasy and panicked began to try to twist his body as much as possible, trying to break free from the darkness in which he was trapped.

Unfortunately, the feeling that came from his body immediately afterwards was not only that his hands were tied, but also that his ankles were tied with something like torture instruments or chains, which were heavy, cold, and bound all his movements so that he could not move. ɱ

"I have to leave, I have to leave! What is going on?!"

The pain of being strangled could not stop the violent twisting of his body at all.

The man with increasingly larger movements did not wait for the miracle of the chain breaking with a soft crisp sound, but waited for a sudden heavy gun butt and a sharp pain on his face.

"Honestly! Damn German, you are still thinking about escaping when you are about to die?"

Death is coming? Escape?

What am I doing?

Before he could come back to his senses from his bewilderment, the Russian voice beside him rang again.

"He's a dying dog anyway, just take off his hood."

"Well, just let this damn German see clearly how he died."

Before the spiritual world could react, the big hand that had been smeared on his face instantly grabbed upwards, and the boundless dark world was torn to pieces by the dazzling sunlight on the spot.

The biting cold wind whistled past him and penetrated deep into his bones. Although the sun hanging high in the sky was dazzling, there was no trace of temperature that could be felt.

The dilapidated streets were full of traces of shelling and bombing, and the collapsed buildings scattered all kinds of broken bricks and tiles all over the ground, enough to trip people. The onlookers standing in rows on both sides of the street were staring at him with eyes that were almost enough to spit fire.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

"Revenge! We want revenge, let him die!"

"For the leader Stalin, shoot this fascist running dog! Shoot him!"

The shouts that came one after another echoed in his mind for a long time like a demonic sound. The rage of the crowd shouting slogans could be seen from the shouts that were like a tsunami.

The man who was being escorted forward by two Red Army soldiers holding his arms on each side was scared. He knew clearly that the "fascist running dog" the onlookers were shouting was himself. Of course, he also knew that the onlookers who were in tattered clothes and pale-faced, who were obviously malnourished due to long-term hunger, were undoubtedly Russians.

The man who had seen the light of day again raised his head and looked around. This dilapidated and collapsed city filled with corpses and the smell of gunpowder was very familiar to him. It was the Russian city of Stalingrad that made him sleepless for many days.

Bang——

A small stone thrown by someone unknown hit the man's face, and blood immediately flowed down from the lower eye socket to the sole of his foot.

The man, who had already clearly understood his current situation, did not dare to speak, but just kept his head down and continued to move forward. He did not even dare to look at the crowd of onlookers who were shouting one after another beside him, for fear that another stone would hit his face and bleed.

"Raise your head, Germans, weren't you very arrogant before? Show the spirit you had in Mamayev Kurgan!"

"Oh, he looks like a three-year-old child who is about to wet his pants. We don't have diapers for you to change."

"Hahahaha——"

The two Russian soldiers holding him sang in unison and treated him as a fool and a joke, but the man with blood in his eyes did not dare to say a word or pay attention to this at all. What he really thought about was why he suddenly became like this.

"What happened? Was I captured by the Russians in my sleep? Why didn't anyone come to save me or inform me? What are these people doing?!"

As he walked along, he kept asking questions.

The man who was only thinking about the problem with his head down was soon brought to an empty square, which was also full of ragged onlookers.

There were no decent landscapes or entertainment facilities in the desolate square. There was only a stone statue of several little girls holding hands, which was devastated and covered with smoke. It stood quietly in the square and told the story of the war that was still rumbling not long ago.

"What is this place?"

The man who seemed familiar with the scene in front of him raised his head in surprise and looked around. Soon he saw a row of dead German corpses lying in the corner not far away.

There were soldiers' uniforms and officer's uniforms in the corpses. The bullet holes in the heads were large or small, and some had half of their heads blown off. The blood flowing under the bodies in various strange death postures had already solidified at this moment, and the dried blood was like It's like a dark red miserable oil painting that freezes all the scenes.

"Is this the place where we were shot? The place where the Russians shot our prisoners!?"

The deep shock in the man's heart had not yet come to an end. He waved his right arm and shouted a declaration of revenge to the crowd, which then floated into his ears from the podium not far away.

"Today, we are here to send an evil fascist demon into the hell in their world, which they personally described to intimidate the oppressed and exploited people at the bottom and the working class!"

"Everyone hopes that this devil will die soon. His hands are stained with the blood of the Soviet people and the great Red Army soldiers! Now we convey the personal order of Supreme Leader Comrade Stalin to shoot this fascist devil! For the sake of the innocent Revenge for the dead people, revenge for the sacrificed Red Army soldiers!”

When the man who was full of shock came to his senses, he had been driven under the wall, standing next to the pile of cold, stiff and smelly corpses, feeling despair, surprise, fear, and something he still didn't understand. Confusion about what was going on covered his face.

"Load the gun, raise the gun, and prepare!"

"Fire!"