Chapter 206: Twisted Purgatory

At the last moment when the troops were about to leave the city, Malashenko, who was drowsy in his seat as commander, suddenly heard a rapid and loud shout coming from the street outside the car. .

"What's the sound? What happened?"

Along with Malashenko, his attention was drawn by the sudden shout. The gunner Iushkin, who was separated from Malashenko by the breech block, raised his head almost at the same time and gave a questioning look.

"It seems to be shouting about evil invaders, and the tone doesn't sound good."

Compared to Iushkin's half-informed listening, Malashenko, driven by curiosity, directly chose to open the turret hatch above his head and stick his upper body out of the car.

It is very different from what Malashenko expected to happen.

On the side of the street, the wreckage of a Junkers 88 bomber, apparently shot down by Soviet anti-aircraft guns or fighter jets, fell into a building facing the street.

During the crash, the wide wing that was broken off due to the strong external impact was shattered on the side of the aircraft body. After the open flame was extinguished, there were still black smoke floating in the wreckage. It can be judged that this German frontline bomber crashed here for some time.

The body of the self-defense machine gunner, which had been dead for a long time, was hanging upside down next to the wreckage of the aircraft. No one paid attention to it. It was exposed to the broad daylight like raw meat sold in a vegetable market.

Not far from the wreckage and corpses, on a makeshift podium made of several wooden boxes, a Red Army political commissar holding a large iron trumpet in his hand was shouting loudly to the hundreds of people watching from the stage.

"Look, everyone, these are the German fascist invaders who invaded our great Soviet motherland and attempted to trample on our Bolshevik regime and the beautiful life of our people!"

"These loyal lackeys of the ** bandit leader Hitler, and the minions of the evil devil, drove the plane that crashed over there to bomb our homeland!"

“We farm, we work, we work hard for a better life, we have lived for generations on the homeland left to us by our ancestors, and these fascist lackeys are the culprits and ultimate sinners sent to destroy all this beauty! "

"But just like those white bandits and the capitalist lackeys who tried to eliminate our Soviet Union in its infancy decades ago, the bombs of these fascist minions cannot destroy the iron will of our Soviet people and the Red Army! Look at our rolling The forward tank troops are the best embodiment of our Red Army’s iron fist!”

Before he finished speaking, the onlookers, who had been incited to listen to the speech in the audience and were excited, turned directly to look at the tank column that was slowly passing by Malashenko, and cheered one after another. Then, like the brilliant fireworks at twelve o'clock on New Year's Eve, they exploded in the direction of Malashenko.

"No wonder the German army prioritizes the screening and execution of political commissars after capturing prisoners. This ability to mobilize morale and people's hearts seems to be the basic talent attribute of every political commissar."

Just as Malashenko, who was lying on the tank turret and was being eaten by the crowd, couldn't help but sigh, the Red Army political commissar who once again picked up the metal loudspeaker in his hand suddenly blurted out again.

"Now I announce the result of the trial. These fascist lackeys and minions must pay the due price for their bloody hands and criminal acts! This is a trial from the great Soviet Red Army and the Soviet people. They committed The sin must be paid for with their own lives!"

As soon as the political commissar standing on the pile of wooden boxes finished speaking, a squad of Red Army soldiers who had already prepared immediately picked up the Mosin-Nagant rifle in their hands, pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet. The three-point and one-line aiming baselines immediately guided them. He pointed the black muzzle at the three German crew members who were kneeling against the wall with their hands tied behind their backs.

"Aim, prepare! Fire!"

Bang bang bang——

A series of clear gunshots, like water flowing down the air, were just a simple finger movement of pulling the trigger, which instantly claimed the lives of the three captured German crew members.

After these three surviving German crew members were tortured and tortured for all the valuable information in their mouths, they were immediately taken back to the neighborhoods they had personally bombed to exert their final use value - to boost morale and encourage them. People's hearts.

Of course, this comes at the cost of their lives.

It cannot be said that the Soviet army who shot and killed the captured pilot was at fault. The numerous crimes committed by the German army were even worse and countless in comparison. Who should the innocent souls of Soviet prisoners of war who were smoked alive in German gas chambers for human experiments and the meter-thick human grease on the walls of the crematoriums in the concentration camps cry to?

The hands of the victor are never clean, and the bullshit chivalry used to coax children is worthless in the cruel modern wars. Only the winner who uses all means and methods to stand to the end is qualified to write history.

Malashenko, who traveled from later generations, has long been accustomed to this kind of bottomless war behavior. Such a result is even happy for the captured German crew members in a sense. Planted in Siberian potatoes don’t mind using human flesh as organic fertilizer.

Several German aircrews whose backs were covered with bullet holes just fell forward in a pool of blood without making a sound after the gunfire.

After the execution, the Soviet squad leader took out a Tokarev TT33 pistol from his arms, pulled the slide, and strode forward to shoot the heads of several German crew members who fell to the ground one by one. The predecessor of the famous 54 Black Star only needed one shot to directly split a good person's head like a broken watermelon.

The bodies of the three German crew members who were shot and completely lost their "last use value" were soon dragged away by the Soviet execution squad like dead dogs, along with the body hanging upside down on the wreckage, which was more eye-catching than the meat in the vegetable market.

The narrow bloodstains mixed with brain matter and broken soft tissues were like paint, dragging all the way on the ground and extending for a long distance. The onlookers who witnessed the execution scene and the bloody scene did not retreat, but cheered with great morale.

When inevitable death befell their loved ones and neighbors as usual, ordinary civilians who were numb to death and no longer afraid of it were left with only anger waiting to be vented.

War distorted human nature and turned the originally beautiful world into a purgatory.

Even Malashenko, who had come from the peaceful era of the future and had never witnessed such a scene, began to be numb without any emotion.

"Keep moving forward, less than 20 kilometers away from the front line, all crews are ready for battle!"