Steel Soviet Union

It took Gill about two minutes to fully describe what he saw and heard in that dilapidated bakery, as well as the complete process of the whole incident.

And what about Malashenko?

Our comrade, the teacher, just sat on the sofa without saying a word, neither interrupting nor interrupting. Pretend to listen to a story and listen to "Miss Jill's Bizarre Adventures in Battlefield" calmly.

It wasn't until Gil's voice trailed off that he looked at Malashenko again with anxious and uncertain eyes. Seeing that this "earth god" who could control the fate of others was still sitting there puffing away without saying a word, he finally endured it. He kept asking again, "What do you think?"

Pfft——

Malashenko smiled, just before Gil asked the question again.

Maybe Jill wanted to ask, "Why are you laughing?" or "What's so funny about this?", but well, it was Comrade Ma who spoke first.

"No, I said Miss Gill, are you mistaken?"

""

To be honest, Gil really didn't understand what Malashenko meant.

There was no pretense at all, he just blinked his big watery eyes and looked at Malashenko with a confused expression. The temporarily disconnected brain circuit had obviously not been reconnected yet.

"Okay, then let me explain to you and reiterate the purpose and mission of leading my comrades here."

"We are soldiers, the most elite army field group in the Soviet Union. I, and everyone around me, we Communist Party members who are united under the red flag, all regard death as death."

"We are here, the capital of the Krauts, the evil heart of Fascism, for one purpose."

"Create killings, project flames of war, and use overwhelming force to destroy everyone and everything that dares to hinder our goals. If we need to kill, we will kill. If we need to destroy the city, we will destroy the city. If we need to protect the lives of my soldiers, we will send them away. If the people of Nazu return to the West, I will never show mercy. Our ultimate goal is to completely crush the heart of Nazu."

"This is war. War is the ultimate collection of all evils, distortions and violence known to mankind. You can find all the evils written and unwritten in the law in war."

"In order for my soldiers to live in such a world and environment without losing themselves, I have tried my best but it is not enough. I only feel that I am powerless and have not done enough or enough. And now you let me Should I devote my energy to being the Virgin Mary? Treat the most elite field group of the Soviet Red Army as an international humanitarian rescue team?”

"Look at the Red Cross emblem printed on our battle flag and division emblem? The International Red Cross goes out and turn right. I'm sorry you found the wrong person. My comrades and I are here to fight violence with violence. Those who bring an end to all madness and killing are not here to sacrifice themselves for others and make selfless sacrifices.”

He reached out and flicked the cigarette ashes. The half of the cigarette was still burning and smoking with little red lights, and Malashenko continued to talk.

"Have you ever thought about it? How many orphans and widows are there in this city like you said? Aren't you a media warrior who claims to be a practitioner of fairness and justice? Then the question is, are you planning to come here to beg me? , let me rescue them all out of the city unscathed?"

"Think about it, do you think those scumbags who are so heartless that they treat the lives of their own people like wipes would kindly allow us to do this without caring about anything or even come to help?"

"I'm telling you, these evil demons will use every means possible to cause us trouble and kill us."

"You may not know this, but the first thing I did when I came to this hellish place in Berlin was to wipe my ass for the baggage that the Nazis deliberately dumped on me! They used their own corpses to contaminate the water and poison us. Thousands of ordinary people with their mouths open waiting for water and food are left to me to deal with, and their conscience and kindness have become weaknesses that are exploited. I’ve had enough of this feeling!”

"If the fairness and justice you firmly believe in are absolute, then even if I ordered the rescue of these orphans and widows, what are the other similar people in this city? Why don't they have the right to be rescued and live? Then who Are you capable of this kind of absolute fairness and justice? Or is it God?”

"I'm sorry that I can't do anything about this matter. It's impossible for me to do what you say and I don't have the ability to do it. It's even more pointless to do so.

"I don't expect you to understand and hear what I say, but what I want to say is that if I have to give lives a high or low ranking, then the lives of my comrades and my soldiers , just higher than these German guys, do you understand?”

""

From the perspective of peers, Malashenko is actually a very self-disciplined person who can control himself, suppress negative psychology and adjust his emotions.

Malashenko, who rarely loses his composure, realized that he was a little too high. He pinched the area between his eyebrows and closed his eyes slightly, recalibrating and adjusting himself. The other hand did not forget to put out the cigarette butt that was about to burn his fingers in the ashtray on the side, stopping the smoke that was about to burn out in advance.

"If you want to call me a beast, cold-blooded, and unresponsive, you are free to do so. I understand and reserve my opinion. This will not have any impact on the subsequent interview with me. Public and private are two different things, so you don't have to worry about what you want to say. Just say it.”

War is like a house. The people inside and outside the house are separated by thick invisible walls. They are completely different worlds.

Malashenko never expected that people who had just entered the house from outside, were shocked and had a lot of unrealistic delusions, could understand him. Of course Malashenko himself can distinguish right from wrong, but how to implement it and whether it can be done is a completely different matter.

"I heard your story outside Berlin, in that little town."

""

Malashenko, who had turned his head to the other side and stared at the scenery outside the window, remained silent. He just allowed Gil, who was not in his sight, to continue speaking in a trembling tone.

“A German old woman eating a canned food used by the Red Army held my hand and cried, saying that this was the first meal of meat she had eaten in the past six months. I also saw children and women carrying large buckets and small buckets. There were people queuing up behind Red Army trucks carrying water cans. That town was the first place I came to in Berlin, where I saw hope instead of killing and death.”

Tears were already falling from the corners of his eyes, flowing down his soft face and slowly dripping down his chin, while his crying tone continued.

"I had hoped that the people who brought it all and hoped that it would take root would do more and make every inch of the land that had been burned by the war rejuvenate and be beautiful."

"I'm sorry, I was too naive. I am the one who should say sorry. I clearly saw those hideous and ugly things with my own eyes, but I still hope that the brave man who wields the long sword and pounces on the evil dragon can do more."

"I'm really sorry, very sorry, General. I hope you can forgive me."

No more waiting, no more explanations, no more words.

Malashenko could hear the messy footsteps of Jill leaving in a hurry, coming from behind him that he couldn't see. Even if he didn't see it, he still knew what kind of tears were streaming down the face of this kind-hearted girl who always had hope for beauty and justice.

Malashenko did not act to persuade him to stay, nor did he go out to chase him. He allowed the creaking of the door to leave behind him, and the sound of footsteps getting further and further away was almost inaudible.

The deep and still Shuang Mu was still staring out the window quietly, until a familiar voice, accompanied by footsteps approaching from far away, sounded quietly from an invisible place behind him again.

"Perhaps you should give some comfort. She is a kind-hearted little girl. She stayed in the town for half a day and helped a lot during the interview. She helped with the distribution of supplies to more than a dozen stores on the street during the door-to-door interview. of."

The fierce battle that lasted for a day was coming to an end, and the sun, which had already reached the west, was about to sink into the horizon again.

Political Commissar Petrov also came to the city at the right time carrying documents and reports, and briefly met with Malashenko and Kulbalov to conduct some necessary work discussions and problem solving. When I chose to wait at the door instead of interrupting the conversation, of course I overheard what kind of conversation had just happened.

Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who had said everything to Malashenko, sat next to Malashenko on the sofa where Gil had just left. Putting down the folder in his hand, he once again chose to wait quietly for his comrade and the young Malashenko who witnessed a little bit of growth and changes with his own eyes.

Until Malashenko no longer stared out the window, but took a deep breath with his hands slightly closed and spoke slowly.

"It is because she is kind-hearted that I would rather let her regard me as a villain and think it is my fault."

The political commissar sitting next to Malashenko was playing with the pocket watch in his hand. There was not much time left before the hour and minute hands were about to overlap.

"But it's still not the best solution. You know how to keep that beauty and hope alive, just like you knew exactly what to do when you were in town."

""

Malashenko, who was lying on the sofa, still closed his arms slightly and remained silent, but the other hand holding the edge of the ashtray was gripping tighter and harder, until it was already a strong hand. I grabbed it so hard that my veins were exposed, and I finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He rose up violently, with fists full of veins, and threw the tightly held ashtray far away, hitting the wall with a "bang" sound, and then fell to the ground, spinning and rolling, with the cigarette butts contained in it. Scattered directly on the floor with cigarette ashes.

It was a German-made steel helmet engraved with bullet marks and stained with traces of blood. It was ripped off the head of a scumbag corpse who brutally killed the leader's scouts. It was taken by the Avengers who hated their enemies to the extreme. Used as a makeshift ashtray.

Accompanied by the spinning of the ashtray, there was also Malashenko's angry curse.

"This fucking war!"