Chapter 1297 I swear here

Many Red Army soldiers, including Iushkin, actually had a common feeling.

The deeper you go into the actual control area occupied by the Germans, and the longer you go to the place that has been occupied by those Germans for a long time, the more heinous things and things that happened and were left behind there are extremely disgusting and unimaginable!

It is common practice for dead people to be hung from trees or stakes. Iushkin even saw with his own eyes a little girl under ten years old being hung from an electric pole, with a wooden sign hanging around her neck. In Russian it says "I support the guerrillas and I am loyal to Stalin".

"These damn beasts! How can children under ten years old support the guerrillas!? Didn't they come out of the fucking XX? They don't know what childhood is!? They were mass-produced in factories! ? I'm going to kill these bastards!"

Youth means being vigorous, impulsive, and capable of doing many things for the sake of justice. This was the case for Iushkin, who almost broke the teeth in his mouth at that time.

"Hey, calm down, brother! We're going to get revenge on those fascist bastards, and those bastards can't hear you yelling here. I'm Ukrainian, and I feel more uncomfortable seeing this than you do, but it's useless. "

The relationship between Artyom and Iushkin began to improve due to Malashenko's mediation intervention.

Although it is not comparable to the time when Kirill was here, it is at least much better than the time when Iushkin was not as good as Artyom. The two of them could go out for a walk together and chat and smoke. Smoke, this is already good.

Iushkin was still angry and didn't quite buy Artyom's account, but what Artyom said made sense after all. Ukrainians had the power to be even more angry because of this, but instead of doing so, he became more rational, knowing that he was Iushkin, who was getting angry, could only remain silent and stopped speaking, choosing to reserve his opinions and keep quiet.

"The child's parents are both guerrillas, and they were originally one of you. They have been fighting the Germans since the Red Army withdrew in 1941. Until a month ago, in response to you, they attacked the German arsenal and failed. Caught and executed."

Neither Iushkin nor Artem knew why the child ended up like this, but an old woman who ate the relief food given by the political commissar and was grateful for the happiness she had never had before knew that going to the yard Holding firewood to keep warm, she was right behind the two brothers.

"Some of the people who were caught betrayed their children's parents, and several guerrillas were also from this village. The Germans thought this was a hiding place for guerrillas. You all know what happened next. Saw it. All the relatives of the guerrillas were caught and executed. The traitors told everything and the Germans knew everything when they came to the village."

The two brothers, who turned back to look at the old woman at the same time, fell silent. This reason was both shocking and far-fetched. It was simply unbelievable when thinking with common sense.

"Just because their parents are guerrillas, do these scumbags not let go of little girls under ten years old?"

Iushkin was still emotionally agitated, but the old woman remained motionless and remained silent. Her answer a few seconds later was equally calm, as if she had become accustomed to similar things.

"Why don't you ask the Germans who did these things? My two sons died in 1941, and I don't even know where they were buried. If this child is my child, I will at least It doesn't matter if she dies just because she's here, with me."

The stooped, bow-like old woman was not tall enough to reach the soles of the feet of the little girl who was hung high on the pole. The stacks of firewood stacked under the pole for footing were witnesses of her previous efforts and attempts, but they obviously failed.

Now, the old woman needs to take away the firewood, and her wife, who is ill in bed, has to add firewood and take care of her. Living people can't go to hell together just to do things for the dead? In this kind of ghost weather, temperature is equal to life.

The figure of the old woman bending down to hold the firewood is slow and tired.

After learning that her two sons were once her comrades-in-arms, Iushkin was heartbroken and couldn't help but bend down to help. Artem on the side did the same.

But just when the two brothers touched the wrinkled hands of the old woman and wanted to help get firewood, the old woman who had been silent quietly spoke again at this time.

"Don't help me, children. Are you tall? Put the little girl down and find a place to bury her properly. She has been here for more than half a month."

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The old woman left, walking slowly on the traces of snow, holding the firewood in her arms, without leaving a word.

First he saw the corpse pit, and now he saw the little girl on the electric pole. Iushkin, who suffered continuous mental shocks in just half an hour, could not hold on. He knelt down on the snow with a pop as if his head was about to explode. inside.

The winter velvet tank hat on his head to keep out the cold was pulled off with a hand. Iushkin knelt down in the snow and felt the instant change from warm to bone-chilling cold. He raised his free hand. Put it on your head and grab your hair tightly? The force is so strong that you can almost pull off a handful of hair.

"These scumbags must pay the price! Artyom, did you hear that!? If you want to be my brother, don't let those SS scum go! The more you kill, the better? I want to Cut off the heads of these bastards with your own hands and hang them on the outside of the tank as armor!"

No one says that Iushkin is not dominated by anger now. But the important thing is that this anger is based on truth and is not false. And once it erupts, it can burn the target object regarded as an enemy to ashes. This is focus.

Artyom, who knew that he was new here and who really wanted to have a good relationship with Iushkin, knelt down and put his big hand that had transformed from a worker to a soldier on his brother's shoulder without thinking. The words came out immediately with determination and equal parts anger.

"Count me in! Let's kill these bastards together? Kill that SS pervert named Staufen with your own hands, and I'll be with you! We'll fight until the end of the world! We'll kill this scumbag to the end of the world!"

When Iushkin retrieved all this from the recent memory of Malashenko to Malashenko and told it personally, Malashenko's eyes also changed. After a short silence, Malashenko finally gave Iushkin's words. The answer I've been waiting for.

"This bastard must die, Staufen! With my Malashenko's military honor, even if the war is over and we chase him to the ends of the earth, this scum must be killed!"