Chapter 2863 Apart from them, we have no choice
It cannot be said that the German lieutenant was shirking responsibility and thinking that he was not guilty. 【6】【9】【s】【h】【u】【x】【.】【c】【o】【m】
He understands that killing is guilty, let alone killing innocent people and good people. Kill a person who should not have died, but should live to bring truth and hope to more people.
He did not defend his crime, he simply told what had happened and what had happened in the past.
As for what will happen in the future and what to do, we don’t know yet.
It is true that they have the idea of atonement, but what should they do with their wives and children? Atonement means either dying or going to jail. No matter what the situation is, the lieutenant who knows he is guilty does not dare to choose, let alone think about it.
He couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose his wife and young children who loved him deeply. But this does not prevent him from knowing that he is guilty, and thus having the idea of atonement. The relationship between the two exists in parallel rather than being mutually exclusive.
Human beings are such selfish creatures, even if they are rational, they do not hinder their selfishness. Selfishness originates from the purest and most essential desire of human beings, and desire is the most original driving force for human beings to live.
If you tell a person who has absolutely no desires and desires that you die, he will treat it as if it doesn't matter.
The reason that prompted the lieutenant to desperately want to live was precisely because he still had people he loved and wanted to protect, not even because of himself. If it was purely because of himself, then he just wanted to atone for his sins and end the painful memories caused by being an accomplice of the Nazis.
It doesn't matter whether you die or go to jail, after all, it's just the process, not the result. In his eyes, the only results are "escape" and "atonement", it's that simple.
Dong dong dong——
"Shh-"
Not long after the lieutenant finished telling the story, the truck that had been moving slowly in the dark suddenly stopped slowly, and then there was the sound of hands raising and tapping from outside the carriage.
"Everyone inside has come out, we have arrived at the station."
The driver of the car and the escort of the truck were all Russians and Red Army soldiers, including another truck following their truck, which also contained a truck full of armed escort Red Army soldiers.
Following the voice asking to get out of the car, they got out of the car in order. The lieutenant, whose legs and feet were a little numb from curling up in the car, stretched a bit after landing, but as he was doing this stretching action, he noticed something was wrong.
All around him were Russians escorting the truck, or Russian escorts following closely from the truck behind.
No one was unarmed. Even the driver was holding a short assault rifle with an extended stock and a shortened barrel for self-defense. It could be said that everyone was fully armed.
Seeing this scene, the German prisoner who had just said "want to run" in the car was now completely silent.
Do you want to run away from this situation? Are your two legs faster than a medium-power rifle bullet fired fully automatically? Are you an Aryan superman or something?
"The Russians still haven't let go of our chains, we are still dogs"
Hearing the familiar old man quietly approach his ear and suddenly say this, the lieutenant who did not deny it but also had his own opinion said quietly.
"It doesn't matter if you are treated as a dog. You have been a dog for the Nazis for so long. Do you still care about being a dog for yourself? Besides, dogs also have the value of guarding homes and biting people. If they have no value, then we will just It’s the worst thing for us to be able to work in a labor camp and think about life.”
"makes sense"
"I really didn't expect that one day I would go on a mission with the Suka nazis, and damn, Suka is a new group of nazis."
Alsim, who was squatting on the curb on the street, looked at the group of Wehrmacht prisoners in front of him who had just gotten out of the car.
Alsim, who had put on a full Wehrmacht uniform and was still carrying a German helmet in his hand, was a bit confused and had mixed feelings.
Upon hearing Alsim's complaint, Sulovechenko on the side added something in a timely manner.
"But they can help you cross the bridge. That's the most important thing. Is there anyone who can play the role of a Kraut better than a Kraut? Oh, no, it's not acting to be precise. They are real. German guy, I guarantee it’s fake.”
"Besides, they are the only ones who can deceive those red-eyed purebred SS men on the other side of the bridge. Those bastards are eager to tear up anything that even smells like Russians. Just you. At my level, if I bring someone up to fool these mad dogs, they will most likely be torn apart.”
"If it really comes to that, we will tear up those SS gangsters during the day, and they will tear us apart at night. German tanks cannot be driven on the pontoon bridge, and Soviet tanks cannot be driven on. This is harmful to both sides. Fair enough.”
"Anyway, I don't want to go to the river to hang out with those Nazi floating corpses, and I guess you don't want to either, right?"
""
Sulovechenko's words may not sound good, but they are practical. Even a pure pragmatist like Alsim who does not play with lies has to admit that these words do make sense.
"Then let's hope these bitches are obedient. If they struggle a little, the chain in our hands dangles, and the purebreds across from us become suspicious, then it's all over."
Putting down the almost finished cigarette butt in his hand, he raised his foot and stamped it out. He glanced at the time on his watch and found that Sulovechenko, who was about to start the operation, was not writing, so he asked Alsim who was standing aside.
"The time is almost up, how about it? Are you going to give a mission briefing to those prisoners?"
""
Alsim, who was reminded by "kindness", was not happy. He gave Sulovechenko a slightly suspicious look and answered.
"I don't speak fucking German. Is this your first day working here as a combat engineer and you don't know about this?"
"Then I can be your translator. It's no problem. It's a joke."
Sulovechenko was still smiling, but his slightly despicable smile seemed to Alsim to be somewhat "malicious".
"Get out! If you want to talk nonsense, go ahead and explain the matter clearly to those nazis. I'll get our people ready and we'll meet at the starting point in ten minutes."
"No problem, boss, I'll do as you say."
"Boss???"
Looking at the smiling Sulovechenko who left without answering, Alsim felt more and more that the personal relationship between him and this new company officer was becoming more and more... The strange flavor of "metaphor".
"Anyway, I can pee into a pot, so be it."
Without thinking much, Alsim and Sulovechenko divided their troops into two groups. One was responsible for the German prisoners' side, and the other was responsible for their own people.
A disguised surprise attack aimed at capturing the Moltke Bridge was imminent, and all supporting preparations were in place. The defense lines belonging to the SS on the other side of the river were now open like a man-eating mouth, waiting for the prey or the hunter's gun to come to the door.
Brothers, I worked overtime tonight and came home late. I have to get up early to go to the hospital tomorrow morning. I will leave this update here for now. In addition, the special chapters are almost ready, and they will all be released together when the time comes.
