Chapter 206 Twisted Purgatory

At the last moment when the troops were about to leave the city, Malashenko, who was drowsy in his seat as commander, suddenly heard a rapid and loud shout coming from the street outside the car. .

"What's the sound? What happened?"

Along with Malashenko, his attention was drawn by the sudden shout. The gunner Iushkin, who was separated from Malashenko by the breech block, raised his head almost at the same time and gave a questioning look.

"It seems to be shouting about evil invaders, and the tone doesn't sound good."

Compared to Iushkin's half-informed listening, Malashenko, driven by curiosity, directly chose to open the turret hatch above his head and stick his upper body out of the car.

It is very different from what Malashenko expected to happen.

On the side of the street, the wreckage of a Junkers 88 bomber, apparently shot down by Soviet anti-aircraft guns or fighter jets, fell into a building facing the street.

The wide wing that was broken off by the strong external impact during the crash was shattered on the side of the aircraft body. After the open flame was extinguished, the black smoke was still floating around the wreckage. It can be judged that this German frontline bomber crashed here for some time.

The body of the self-defense machine gunner, which had been dead for a long time, was hanging upside down next to the wreckage of the aircraft. No one paid attention to it. It was exposed to the broad daylight like raw meat sold in a vegetable market.

Not far from the wreckage and corpses, on a makeshift podium made of several wooden boxes, a Red Army political commissar holding a large iron trumpet in his hand was shouting loudly to the hundreds of people watching from the stage.

"Look, everyone, these are the German fascist invaders who invaded our great Soviet motherland and attempted to trample on our Bolshevik regime and the beautiful life of our people!"

"These loyal lackeys of the ** bandit leader Hitler, and the minions of the evil devil, drove the plane that crashed over there to bomb our homeland!"

“We farm, we work, we work hard for a better life, we have lived for generations on the homeland left to us by our ancestors, and these fascist lackeys are the culprits and ultimate sinners sent to destroy all this beauty! "

“But just like those white bandits and the capitalist lackeys who tried to eliminate our Soviet Union in its infancy decades ago, the bombs of these fascist minions cannot destroy the iron will of our Soviet people and the Red Army! Look at our rolling The tank troops moving forward, they are the best embodiment of our Red Army’s iron fist!”

Before he finished speaking, the onlookers, who had been incited to listen to the speech in the audience and were excited, turned directly to look at the tank column that was slowly passing by Malashenko, and cheered one after another. Immediately afterwards, they exploded in the direction of Malashenko like the brilliant fireworks at twelve o'clock on New Year's Eve.

"No wonder the German army prioritizes the screening and execution of political commissars after capturing prisoners. This ability to mobilize morale and people's hearts seems to be the basic talent attribute of every political commissar."

Just when Malashenko, who was lying on the tank turret and was being eaten by the crowd, couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the Red Army political commissar who once again picked up the iron loudspeaker in his hand suddenly blurted out again.

"Now I announce the result of the trial. These fascist lackeys and minions must pay the due price for their bloody hands and criminal acts! This is a trial from the great Soviet Red Army and the Soviet people. They committed The sin must be paid for with their own lives!"

As soon as the political commissar standing on the pile of wooden boxes finished speaking, a squad of Red Army soldiers who had already prepared immediately picked up the Mosin-Nagant rifle in their hands, pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet. The three-point and one-line aiming baselines immediately guided them. The black hole of the gun was pointed at the three German crew members who were kneeling against the wall with their hands tied behind their backs.

"Aim, prepare! Fire!"

Bang bang bang——

A series of clear gunshots like water, just a simple finger movement of pulling the trigger, instantly claimed the lives of the three captured German crew members.

After these three surviving German crew members were tortured and tortured for all the valuable information in their mouths, they were immediately taken back to the neighborhoods they had personally bombed to exert their final use value - to boost morale and encourage them. People's hearts.

Of course, this comes at the cost of their lives.

It cannot be said that the Soviet army who shot and killed the captured pilot was at fault. The numerous crimes committed by the German army were even worse and countless in comparison. Who should the innocent souls of Soviet prisoners of war who were smoked alive in German gas chambers for human experiments and the meter-thick human grease on the walls of the crematoriums in the concentration camps cry to?

The hands of the victor are never clean, and the bullshit chivalry used to coax children is even worthless in the cruel modern wars. Only the winner who uses all means and methods to stand to the end is qualified to write history.

Malashenko, who traveled from later generations, has long been accustomed to this kind of bottomless war behavior. Such a result is even happy for the captured German crew members in a sense. Planted in Siberian potatoes don’t mind using human flesh as organic fertilizer.

Several German crew members whose backs were covered with bullet holes just fell forward in a pool of blood without making a sound after the gunfire.

After the execution, the Soviet squad leader who led the team took out a Tokarev TT33 pistol from his arms and pulled the slide. He strode forward and hit the heads of the German crew members who fell to the ground one by one. With a gun, the predecessor of the famous May 4th Black Star could kill a good man's head like a smashed watermelon with just one shot.

The corpses of the three executed German crew members, which had completely lost their "final use value", were soon killed by the Soviet firing squad like dead dogs together with the corpse hanging upside down on the wreckage, which was more eye-catching than the meat sold in the market. Tow away.

The long and narrow blood stains mixed with brain matter and broken soft tissue dragged on the ground like paint and stretched for a long distance. The onlookers who witnessed this execution scene and bloody scene not only did not shrink back, but were greatly boosted in morale. There was a round of applause.

When inevitable deaths continue to befall relatives and neighbors around them as usual, ordinary people who have become numb to death and are no longer afraid of death are left full of anger waiting to be vented.

War has distorted human nature and turned the originally beautiful world into a state of purgatory.

Even Malashenko, who came from the peaceful era of later generations and had never witnessed such a scene with his own eyes, became insensitive without any emotion.

"Keep moving forward. There are less than twenty kilometers left to the frontline battle zone. All vehicle crews are ready for battle!"