Chapter 2101 Witnesses (Part 1)

Malashenko has been to many places in his life, but he has never been in a crematorium, let alone such an extra-large one. In fact, most people only go in once in their lifetime: when they die.

It is said that Comrade Lao Ma is not curious about what kind of specimens are inside the cremator, but Iushkin got into it anyway. It seems inappropriate for Malashenko to just wait outside and wait for someone. Why don't you go in and take a look? To be honest, I'm still a little curious.

"Wait here, I'll go in and take a look."

After asking the soldiers accompanying him to wait outside, and taking off his uniform military cap to avoid getting dirty inside, and temporarily handing it over to the soldiers outside for safekeeping, Comrade Lao Ma followed him as soon as his head dropped. Then he followed Iushkin and got in.

"Damn! What the hell does this smell like? It's like a spoiled Lao Ba's secret burger."

As soon as he entered the crematorium, Malashenko smelled a strong and pungent smell that hit his forehead. The blow to his nose was almost as severe as opening a herring can.

This smell is not rancid, but it smells very sour. It is not fruit acid, but a strong sour smell similar to the volatilization of chemicals. When your entire nose, respiratory tract, and brain are filled with this smell When you do it, the feeling is really the same as boiling sulfuric acid in a big pot, and you are standing next to the pot and smelling it.

"Damn it, it smells so bad! What are the Germans doing here, alchemy?"

Malashenko, who was cursing in a low voice, covered his nose, waved his hand and looked around, and found Iushkin squatting in the corner as if fiddling with something, with his back to him.

Curious, Malashenko stepped forward to take a look and found that Iushkin was holding a few pieces of something that looked like burnt charcoal in his hand. He rubbed it with his fingers and it instantly turned into fly ash and scattered everywhere. The ground and even the air were filled with black traces.

"I kind of know where this smell comes from, it's these things"

"These?"

Malashenko was still a little confused, but after squatting down next to Iushkin and picking up the small black piece in the corner and starting to observe it carefully, Malashenko quickly understood what Iushkin said. What means.

"These are human remains"

"Yes, Comrade Commander, and they are all not fully burned and have varying degrees of carbonization. These are all in the corners, stacked up so high, it seems that the Germans never clean them The crematorium was at least not cleaned that thoroughly.

One characteristic of veteran tank soldiers like Malashenko and Iushkin is that they are very familiar with burnt, burned and carbonized corpses. If you bring in an old forensic doctor who has been practicing for 40 years in the 21st century, you may not see as many charred and carbonized corpses in a lifetime as these two brothers see in a year.

There is no way, who knows that tank soldiers are such a special profession.

When a considerable number of tank soldiers died, they were not killed by bullets and their bodies were not left behind. Instead, they were swallowed up by flames and explosions in the steel body of their vehicles, and died on the spot. In the end, even their bodies were burned to pieces. The incomplete black charcoal was even exploded by the violent ammunition so that not even a trace could be found. This is the true meaning of "even the ashes will be raised for you."

Whenever there is a tough battle, even the most elite aces of the Soviet Army like the Leader Division will inevitably have vehicle fires, ammunition explosions, etc., especially those who have no time to escape and are burned alive in the vehicle. There are many people there.

It is not easy to deal with the remains of these comrades after the war.

When you see with your own eyes that the brothers, comrades, and comrades with whom you usually talk and laugh, call each other brothers, go to the battlefield together, and have many beautiful memories together, are wrapped in the fiercely burning iron coffin and roasted by the flames, you will feel dignified. When a large living person is finally burned to a piece of pitch-black char the size of a puppy, it is dragged out of the wreckage and placed in front of you so realistically.

This indescribable and heart-wrenching feeling is unacceptable to many people. Even the most experienced and experienced elite tank soldiers of the leadership division can break the defense in an instant and even collapse on the scene, crying and crawling on the ground. He was an example of howling in despair as if he was mentally disturbed. In the end, he could only be endured by other comrades who suppressed their grief.

Therefore, the leading division later developed an unwritten rule, a consensus that only belonged to the tank crews.

If it is not necessary, try not to let people close to the deceased crew member or superiors and subordinates clean up the wreckage and collect the bodies. Just ask other crew members or infantry who have a normal relationship or even strangers to come over to help.

Because it is very troublesome for veterans to have violent emotional fluctuations and difficulty in controlling themselves. In most cases, veterans not only have to take care of themselves and are responsible for their own lives, but also the soldiers and recruits who follow them behind them. We are responsible.

If he falls into an emotional state and is unable to extricate himself in a short period of time, it will not only affect him. On the battlefield, it may be a matter of the lives of a few people, a dozen people, or even dozens or hundreds of people. He cannot help but do it here. Don't be cautious about things.

It is precisely because of this situation and the fact that both Malashenko and Iushkin are tank veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles. Dealing with carbonized and charred corpses is a common occurrence in every battle, so they must recognize it. It is not difficult to find these charred pieces of different sizes scattered everywhere in the corners.

Similarly, after recognizing what these charred pieces were and where they came from, the long-lasting strong sour smell in the corpse cremator naturally found its source. It's similar to the smell that erupted from the car when the person responsible for collecting the corpses forcibly pried open the deformed tank wreckage after a fire broke out in a confined space and burned the entire vehicle crew to charcoal.

It's just that the smell at the moment is much stronger than the smell that rushed out from the wreckage of the tank, as if it was a thousand times stronger after using a chemical catalyst. It was strong enough that Malashenko, an old tank soldier, couldn't even smell it for the first time after he came in. It turned out to be the smell of insufficient combustion of corpses and excessive accumulation of carbonized deposits.

"How many corpses did these fascist bastards burn here? How many people died tragically at their hands!? I have never seen such a scene in my life!"

The horrifying scene in front of him has shocked Iushkin. He is shocked at how many innocent lives the Fascist bastard has killed before doing this.

However, Malashenko on the side is no longer paying attention to the coke accumulation caused by insufficient combustion. At some point, he has drawn out the saber in his hand, and along with what he said to Iushkin The words immediately fell out of his mouth.