Chapter 2117 Ending the Demon

"Have you seen this red? It not only symbolizes justice and our beliefs, it also symbolizes blood. This is the color of our Red Army. I have been looking forward to this day for a long time, too long, too long, and now this The day has finally come, I have waited for it alive!”

Little Ivan is not in good condition. You can even say that he is in bad condition.

When a person who is lame and needs a crutch and the support of his comrades to walk, with a thick plaster bandage on his ankle, and his body is covered with bruises and internal injuries that are invisible to the naked eye, he just puts on a brand new Red Army uniform, When he put on the specially issued crimson armband and took up arms, he demanded to personally participate in this act of justice.

Almost all the comrades around him who were doing his best to persuade him to give up, only Roskov, who was also seriously ill and weak in body, expressed understanding and support for this, and silently took up little Ivan's arm to help him move forward. With his own motivation, he supports his brothers in life and death to go to the long-awaited place of justice.

Roskov knew what all this meant to little Ivan, because it was the same for him, and he could relate to it.

Too many former comrades-in-arms have died at the hands of these heartless scum. If we cannot understand everything and complete our revenge today, then the rest of our lives will be meaningless no matter how long we live. No more waiting. Don't get this opportunity.

People can be forgiven and given a second chance, but beasts who regard human life as nothing and have reached the level of perverted killing for fun are not as worthy as the scum.

Give them a second chance?

What to do with the innocent souls who died tragically in their hands? Who gave them a second chance?

When they cried out in despair and struggled to beg for a chance to live, who heard their cries and prayed and gave them satisfaction?

There is never love without reason in this world, let alone hatred without reason.

There is nothing to say about whether there is right or wrong between cause and effect. All the grudges and blood debts must be settled today.

"Give me the gun, Roskov. I can load it myself. Just hold me up, please."

Roskov, who had helped little Ivan all the way to the playground, could not refuse such a request. He then took out one of the two SVT40 semi-automatic rifles carried on his shoulders and handed it to the man he had been supporting. In the hands of little Ivan.

"I really didn't expect that I would be able to wait until this day alive. I almost gave up several times, but luckily I managed to survive in the end."

"Who isn't? We will all witness this moment, comrades."

Roskov could hear the whispers of his comrades who had put on new clothes, held new guns, and wore crimson armbands, but at this moment he was more concerned about the tall figure who walked onto the podium surrounded by everyone.

From other people's mouths, Roskov learned that the unusually tall general was the man whose name he had always remembered: the tank hero of the motherland and the legendary division commander Malashenko, who also personally led his team to defeat them. These captured former comrades-in-arms were rescued from this damn place of purgatory.

He is both a hero and a savior, and he is also a person he admires in his dreams. This is the truest thought in Roskov's mind as he watches Malashenko walk up to the podium.

Of course, this is what almost all the Red Army soldiers who were captured and rescued at the scene were thinking. All the soldiers who voluntarily signed up, without exception, sincerely thanked Malashenko for giving them this opportunity to kill their enemy and complete their revenge with their own hands. Opportunity.

Now, when Malashenko stepped onto the podium and officially stood, everyone realized that the final moment was coming.

"This is a speech that should not have been given. My comrades and comrades-in-arms, this is what I, Malashenko, first want to explain to you."

"My comrade political commissar suggested that I say something before all this happens, but I think it is not necessary. Because we are here today just to enforce justice, which does not require too many flowery rhetoric. This is what we have been doing for a long time. The ultimate justice we desire is what it deserves and does not require any excessive descriptions or modifications.”

"But as you can see, I ended up standing here and choosing what to say to you all. It's not that I changed my mind or anything, but I suddenly remembered a promise I made earlier. , I forgot to replenish it before this moment arrives, it is necessary to explain it specifically at this special moment.”

Standing on the podium, Malashenko did not make any impassioned speeches to mobilize people's hearts. It was as if everything was just straightforward and ordinary stories.

The last darkness before dawn still shrouds the snow-capped land, and the first ray of sunlight after the rising sun climbs over the horizon has not yet arrived.

All the soldiers standing in the cold wind were waiting for Malashenko's final words to arrive, just as Malashenko was waiting for the most precise timing before dawn.

"I once said that as an avenger to repay the blood debt of my dead comrades, brothers and sisters, I will make it impossible for these fascist bastards who are worse than animals to live to see the sun of tomorrow. Time to say this It was yesterday, and the time to fulfill it is today, right now.”

"Leave these cruel and bloodthirsty fascist demons in this endless night, comrades, the rising sun, the bright future, and the final victory will all belong to us! They belong to the heroic Red Army soldiers! They belong to this battle Holy Patriotic War!"

Ula——

Ula——

U-la——

Comrade Political Commissar is right, Malashenko is an out-and-out master of speeches. He can always mobilize everyone's emotions at the most unexpected moments and ignite the extremely hot climax in people's hearts.

The "Ula" war cry of mountains and tsunamis came from all directions, from the mouths of every fully armed soldier on duty at the playground, from every prisoner and rescuer wearing red armbands and new clothes. Together they formed an unstoppable red torrent that resounded across the sky and never dissipated for a long time.

"Ready! Load the bullets!"

When the familiar command that I had heard countless times on the recruit shooting range sounded, whether it was Roskov who was helping others or little Ivan who was being supported, there was no one in the pair of comrades who were standing side by side with you leaning on me and me supporting you. It was the movement of his hands that finished loading the bullets and getting ready at the same time.

"Raise the gun! Aim! Get ready-"

Roskov could see, from the rear sight to the front sight to the target, a crazy-looking woman in Fascist clothes was pulling the people around her, muttering unknown words in her mouth. It seems to be begging for others' approval and belief.

Roskov recognized her. He didn’t know how many imprisoned lesbians and other female prisoners had died at the hands of this fascist female devil. He would not feel the slightest sense of guilt in punishing such a sinister evil spirit. The steel gun couldn't help but point at the closely watched target, just waiting for an order.

"Fire!!!"