Chapter 2600 Memories of the Past

"Comparing the scene before us, this Berlin city with the original Stalingrad, is there any difference?"

Artyom could probably understand the meaning of Iushkin's words, but he could not imagine what the scene was like at that time. He hesitated before asking these words.

"Different? That's so different, Paul's brother. I don't believe in religion and I don't believe in those ghosts and ghosts. Heaven and hell are nothing in my opinion, but if you force me to say it, I have to find some words to describe it. The Berlin we see now is a fucking paradise compared to Stalingrad back then.”

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Artem was a little dazed when he heard this. Before he could speak, Seryosha, who was sitting at the front of the car and was driving, suddenly interjected without looking back.

"It is now, but it won't be anymore soon. We will soon be able to retrieve the memories and relive the old dreams."

"Fuck old dreams, if it weren't for winning this battle, I wouldn't bother to relive this! I still can't forget those shitty days. I ask myself this question every day, every day, every day, every day. When will this damn thing end? Many times I even thought about giving up and dying."

"Hell has been moved to the human world, and even the oil pan in hell has been moved to the human world. The first thing I did when I woke up every day in those shitty days was to go down and take a bath in the bubbling oil pan. Suka ! I get so angry when I mention this!”

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Iushkin’s reaction can be said to be somewhat intense.

Iushkin, who usually presents himself as a "fun man", has almost never been like this. Friends and comrades who are familiar with him know that this guy is a fun-loving person who can make three jokes in one sentence. At least, this is how he treats his friends, comrades-in-arms, and comrades. How he treats Nazu is another matter.

Iushkin suddenly became like this as if he had a sudden illness, which made Artem and Sergey on the side look at each other in shock. I don't even know what it was that I didn't say to deal with, so that Iushkin, who was usually a "happy" person when he had nothing to do, became like this.

The scene was a little awkward for a moment. Inside the fully enclosed car, which was already in combat mode, no sound could be heard except for the hum of the ventilation fan and the roar of the engine.

In the small space, I didn't know how to continue the conversation that was originally a good atmosphere. Until Malashenko, who had been busy with his own affairs from now on, put down the command radio transmitter in his hand and joined in. Talk slowly and speak slowly.

"Everyone in this car who experienced the battle of Stalingrad lost a lot. Iushkin, Seryosha, and even me."

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Malashenko did not directly say why Iushkin suddenly "attacked the disease", but every word he said pointed to the reasons buried in that dusty past. Artyom and Sergey almost unanimously mentioned it Attention was directed to the commander.

"Iushkin is right. Those days were difficult for everyone who lived there."

"Take me for example. Newspapers, periodicals, and radio broadcasts all talked about how brave and tenacious I was during those days. They said that I led a heroic army. The Germans who were beaten at the Stalingrad train station didn’t even have the courage to rush forward in the end. They were afraid of the meat grinder at the train station even from a distance.”

"He also said how I would move to the Mamayev Hills and kick the butts of those naughty bitches who were occupying the latrines and shitting in the latrines, polluting this red land, until they were as pulpy as the shit they pulled out. Let's beat these gangs for The pure evil dregs that brought harm to the world were forcibly turned into fertilizer that will nourish the soil of Stalingrad in the early spring of next year, and were crushed and fertilized on the spot. "

“These stories were well-known to everyone. During those days, my story was even made into a leaflet, which was widely circulated among the Stalingrad garrison. Countless soldiers ended up holding handbills with my name written on them. Story of leaflet cigarette smoked.”

"It is important for a hero to live beside the soldiers, but how do the heroes themselves survive and persevere?"

"The bastard scum beat to death my best comrade-in-arms, Nikolay, the electromechanical operator of the original 177 train crew. He died in the Stalingrad train station that was repeatedly announced in newspapers and used as a war example to boost morale."

"I tried to escape during those days. I ran and ran, but no matter what, I couldn't escape."

"The political materials distributed by superiors for study include train stations. People around are talking about train stations. The battlefields during the day are train stations. When listening to the radio, it is still a train station. I picked up a newspaper and wanted to read this What’s happening in the world outside this city, the headline on the front page says it’s a fucking train station.”

"Train station, railway station, railway station"

"The more I run away, the more the dog's name pops out of my mind. The more I encounter it everywhere, the more I can't escape."

"When I think of the train station, I remember what happened that day. I remember being helplessly dragged away by my comrades. I could only watch helplessly as the seriously injured Nikolay fell in the trench and was shot with bullets and rifle butts by the Nazis who swarmed him. He was beaten to death indiscriminately in the place where he defended and fought with his life.”

"I don't know how I managed to survive those days until the end. Compared with the physical fatigue and suffering, the mental trauma is the most deadly."

"Familiar people leave you one after another and will never meet again in this life. The familiar faces around you one day have almost completely changed the next day. Groups of unfamiliar faces come and go. They came again and again, and in the end they all turned into cold corpses.”

"People don't ask what the hero has been through. What's important is what surrounds the hero now and what kind of halo he is surrounded by. This is the hero after the halo and brilliance are stripped away, dripping with blood like a butcher shop It's like the raw meat hanging in it for sale. The flesh and blood that he had lived and died with were cut to pieces, and only this piece of flesh that can still be found is hanging in the butcher shop and being looked at by people. Comrade Commander is the best example.”

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Malashenko's words stripped away all the gorgeous appearances. He regarded himself as a living example and put it on the chopping board as fish and meat. The ultimate goal was just to make his own The crew members understood one thing.

"I'm not trying to make a fool of myself by telling you this, Artyom and Sergey."

"I want to say that I, Seryosha, and Iushkin are all the same. We lost our best brother on the same day, and we have to live day after day in the place where he died. The battle continues in the shrouded world, and the body and spirit are simultaneously experiencing the most cruel tests and even torture."

"Forgive Iushkin. I believe you can understand him. No matter how unbearable it is, you will eventually have to face it, just like what we are doing now."