Steel Soviet Union

"Hey, don't shoot! We surrender, we have no weapons, we surrender!"

The sudden loud shout interrupted Malashenko, who was giving orders to several commanders and fighters around him. The nearest Red Army soldiers reacted immediately and raised their weapons.

"No! Don't shoot! We surrender, we really surrender!"

Carl, who saw the muzzle of the gun turned toward him, was the first to react. He shouted louder at his former enemies and raised his hands in the air, trying desperately to show that he was unarmed and really wanted to surrender.

The recruit Martin, who had never seen such a scene before and experienced it for the first time, was already frightened. The feeling of being pointed at a gun in a dark hole almost made the hairs on Martin's body stand on end. With a trembling voice, he whispered to Karl next to him. murmur.

"Kakar, we, we won't be beaten to death in this hellish place, right?"

Seeing that several Red Army soldiers on guard with guns were already approaching him with their weapons raised, Karl, who guessed that there was no big problem, basically whispered back to Martin with certain words.

"If you really wanted to kill us, you would have done it already. Don't worry, it will be fine."

Karl, who had been a soldier for nearly ten years, was already tired of the army. His former fanaticism and loyal beliefs gradually faded away with the passage of time. One war after another made Karl increasingly worried that his life might be annihilated at any time in this German war machine that was advertised as sacred and immortal.

The Führer lost himself and millions of loyal soldiers at his disposal, but he was the only husband and father to his wife and children.

Karl, who had such a philosophical epiphany, may not be an excellent veteran on the battlefield, but Karl is definitely a very competent big brother.

Martin, who was young but illiterate, chose to join the army to change his life in order to earn a living and live a better life. Karl, who frequently fought against the Russians in this vast land, had already experienced the power of the enemy.

From the bottom of his heart, Karl did not want Martin to die in this meaningless war of aggression. Regardless of the victory or defeat of the war, in Karl's opinion, it was nothing compared to his precious life.

Everyone has only one life. No matter what happens after death, it is irrelevant. Since a person is alive, he should live centered on himself and the things and people that are important to him.

Karl, who was given a name that would accompany him throughout his life, was actually a staunch atheist who was completely contrary to God.

Ancient China had a more appropriate way of describing a man like Karl and his way of doing things.

"After I die, even if the floods surge into the sky"

The Red Army soldier who strode forward raised his leg and kicked Karl in the back of his knee. Karl, whose joints were stressed and his body lost balance, was forced to kneel on the ground for an instant. Karl, who knew very well what kind of situation he was in, didn't dare to He didn't complain at all, didn't say a word, and just continued to kneel on the ground with his arms raised high.

"Feel if there are any weapons on him, be careful."

Karl, who was forced to search his body, remained calm and cooperative, but Martin, who was also forced to kneel on the ground, was far from calm.

"I don't have anything with me. I beg you. Please don't kill me."

"I joined the army and came to Russia just because I wanted to make more money and improve my life. I have never killed a dog since I was a child, let alone killed someone. I only fed Matthew and passed the car in Russia, and I followed everyone's orders. Patrol, I really didn’t do anything bad. I beg you not to kill me. I miss my mother. She is still at home waiting for me to go back for Christmas. I beg you not to kill me.”

Martin, who was talking nonsense, was completely in tears at this moment.

Tears were pouring out from the corners of his eyes like fountains. The Red Army soldier who had no idea what Martin was talking about got angry. Why was this German guy who kept jabbering and screaming so dishonest? ? It seems that a good lesson is needed to make this Hitler's lackey become honest.

"Damn German, shut up your stinky mouth! You are talking so much nonsense!"

boom--

The thick-bottomed gun butt, which was getting bigger and bigger, hit Martin's face directly.

Martin, whose nosebleeds mixed with tears sprayed all over his face, felt even more sad. Martin, who had done nothing wrong at all, couldn't understand why he was treated like this.

"Oh, hell! Martin you idiot!"

As if it was an unconscious move, Karl, who was originally having his pockets searched and remained motionless, flew toward Martin who was just a short distance away like a sharp arrow, and instantly fell to Martin who fell to the ground. He protected it with his body and then quickly explained.

"Hey, listen to me, he is just telling you that he wants to go home. He still has his mother waiting for him to go back. There is no other meaning. We have surrendered."

The two Red Army soldiers who still had straight faces after hearing the explanation were obviously not in a good mood. Seeing that the situation was still unresolvable, Karl simply continued to protect Martin, whose face was full of nosebleeds and tears. He was already prepared to be beaten. Prepare for a beating.

I don’t know how many seconds have passed.

Karl, whose muscles all over his body were tense to protect Martin as he fell down, did not feel the pain of the rain of fists and kicks falling on him for a long time. Instead, he suddenly spoke coldly.

"Get up and leave quickly! If you don't leave, I'll shoot you!"

Karl, who couldn't believe that the situation was like this, turned around in surprise. What he saw was two Red Army soldiers holding weapons in their hands meticulously, with serious expressions that didn't look like they were joking at all. His reaction in an instant was: What's going on? Karl immediately stood up and thanked the two Red Army soldiers in front of him.

"Thank you, I thank you on his behalf, thank you!"

Lavrinenko, who arrived next to Malashenko at some unknown time, had already lit a fire and smoked a cigarette. With a cloud of smoke in his mouth, he asked Malashenko questions.

"You heard it all? What do you think about this?"

"What do you think?"

Malashenko, who was suddenly asked a question, smiled calmly, and the expression on his face was as normal as if he was encountering daily life.

"Human hearts are made of flesh, and there are feelings that linger in them for a lifetime."

"You are like this, I am like this, Comrade Political Commissar is like this, and all Red Army soldiers are like this."

"Of course, that includes the two Hitler's lackeys. After all, they were a person before they were a lackey."