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As night falls, the sound of explosions that lasted for almost a whole day in Berlin finally subsided. In the dim streets filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, panicked residents hurried back and forth, sitting and preparing for the next day.
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At the entrance of the small clinic in the alley, Wei Ran started his sidecar motorcycle and headed towards the destination under Marco's guidance.
Due to the darkness of night, although the Soviet artillery bombardment of the city has temporarily stopped, there are still many bombers circling overhead. The searchlight beams piercing the night sky and the barrages fired by anti-aircraft guns are also more conspicuous because of the curfew in the city.
But all this does not seem to have the slightest impact on the residents of Berlin. Almost everyone who walked out of the shelter was busy fetching water, or wandering along the Spree River in the dark, trying to pick up some water caused by the explosion.
And freshwater fish floating on the water.
Only if someone dares to shine a light, the people around them will curse and run away as fast as possible, for fear that this light will attract the bombers in the sky to drop an aerial bomb that can send everyone away.
"Marco, where is your home?" Wei Ran, who also did not dare to turn on the car lights, asked the young man sitting in the sidecar.
Hearing this, Marco quickly replied, "It's not far, just on the edge of King's Square. Keep driving along this road, and you can get there in 10 minutes at most."
ten minutes?
Wei Ran silently looked at the large number of firepower points arranged along the street and the fortifications hidden in private houses. Not long after, the Soviet Red Army took several days to advance almost one meter at a time on this not-so-long road.
Just breached the Capitol.
If we exclude other factors and only consider the degree of brutality, there will be little difference between the street fighting in Berlin and the street fighting in Stalingrad shortly after. The soldiers who were red-eyed with killing, the residents who were devastated to the point of numbness by the war, and the city that was completely destroyed, all of this
It was like a karmic retribution, solidly returned to the Germans.
Relying on Marco's major uniform and the cover of the bombers above their heads, the group of three people successfully passed through the fire bunkers blocking the streets, and finally stopped smoothly at the door of a small two-story house on the edge of King's Square.
While Marco was knocking on the door, Wei Ran looked silently at the gallows erected on the edge of the square not far away. There were more than a dozen corpses wearing various clothes hanging on it. But without exception, their chests were the most conspicuous.
There is a palm-sized six-pointed star hanging in every position.
On the streets connecting this small square, a group of young soldiers in uniforms were busy running around, deploying the 88mm anti-aircraft artillery that had just been delivered under the command of several ranks of the army.
Before Wei Ran could take a closer look, the heavy door was opened from the inside, and a middle-aged female soldier wearing a German uniform held a ppk pistol in her hand and looked at the visitor warily.
But after Marco took off the big-brimmed hat on his head, the woman immediately put away the pistol and hugged the young man in front of her in surprise, "Marco! That's great! You're still alive!"
Before Marco could say anything, the middle-aged woman pulled him directly into the room. After Wei Ran, who was walking at the end, closed the door, she immediately lit the kerosene lamp on the table and lit some for herself.
Lit up a cigarette.
As the oil lamp glowed dimly, Wei Ran, who followed him in, also noticed that the windows that could be seen outside had been tightly covered by thick woolen blankets, and even several of the windows had not only been covered with bricks and
It was blocked with wooden boards, and even sandbags were used to build a fire bunker under the window sill. If necessary, just set up a machine gun here to block off the King's Square outside.
"Let me see it quickly!"
The woman walked around Marco, took the hat from his hand, touched the epaulette on his shoulder, and asked doubtfully, "How come you were promoted to major so quickly? I remember you were just sent there
The battlefield outside the city has been on for less than half a month."
Seeing that Marco was about to reveal his secret, Father Hans quickly explained before he could open his mouth, "Marco led us to repel more than a dozen tanks that were preparing for a sneak attack. He was promoted from the front line."
"More than a dozen?" The look on the middle-aged woman's face became more and more suspicious, "Teacher Hans, are you kidding me?"
"Why am I kidding?"
Father Hans said seriously, "Thanks to the heavy fog a few days ago, Marco and his rookies discovered Soviet tanks hidden in the forest when they were patrolling. They used all their iron fists to eliminate those tanks.
, and many members of the Youth League were sacrificed for this. You must know that those stupid Soviets are not very powerful in combat, they just have more people."
"Yes!" The middle-aged woman said angrily in an almost morbid and fanatical tone, "If they weren't in large numbers, there would be no way they could reach the outside of Berlin!"
Before she could say anything else, Marco finally said, "Aunt, where is my brother?"
"He is already asleep," the woman said proudly. "He helped distribute posters all day today, but this smart and loyal little guy is exhausted."
"I'm going to see him" Marco said and started to walk upstairs.
"No need to go up, he's in the basement."
Marco's aunt pointed to the door behind the stairs, "The bombings have become more and more frequent recently. The second floor is too dangerous, so we have all moved to the basement. Marco, have you eaten? I'll go get it for you."
Prepare some food."
Before Marco could say anything, the woman put out her cigarette and ran into the kitchen not far away.
Marco shook his head helplessly, took off the flashlight hanging on his belt, gently opened the door behind the stairs, and walked into the basement with Dr. Hans and Wei Ran.
As the wooden door behind him was closed, Wei Ran was quite surprised when he looked at the furnishings in the basement. The environment here was definitely not good. Apart from the two single beds placed against the wall and the two matching bedside tables,
Only a table and two high and low chairs were piled up with several ammunition boxes in the middle.
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Under the only wall with a narrow window in this basement, a fire bunker was also built in advance with sandbags. An old Maxim machine gun and matching buckets were even set up in this bunker.
Wei Ran walked under the window and curiously opened the raincoat that covered most of the window. Then he saw the street outside that was almost level with the window and the sidecar motorcycle tire he had just parked at the door.
He was ready to fight to the end... Wei Ran muttered to himself, turned his head and focused his gaze on the small bed against the wall not far away.
On the wall next to this small bed, which was also piled up with ammunition boxes, a set of the khaki youth uniforms and matching shorts were hung on wire hangers. Next to it was a black lightning-shaped S flag.
, this is exactly the symbol of the youth group.
On the bedside table, which is the only normal piece of furniture, there are neatly placed a crude youth league dagger, a neatly folded black scarf, the same khaki hat, and a clean towel.
Belt and a small black messenger bag.
In addition, in the little space left on this pitiful bedside table, there is also a toy pistol made of iron sheet, and an exceptionally clean but weird-looking bugle.
And on that small bed, there lay a child who was sleeping soundly wearing only underwear. This little kid was somewhat similar to Marco, but he was only ten years old at most. The corners of his slightly opened mouth were still...
The drool was flowing, and a small white tiger tooth and two front teeth that had just emerged were exposed.
Just when Marco reached out to touch the little kid's golden hair, he didn't expect that the latter didn't know what he was dreaming about, so he suddenly raised his right hand and shouted vaguely, "Hey! It sucks!"
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This sudden movement startled Marco, and he raised his right hand almost as a reflex. Fortunately, his reaction was quite fast. The right hand he was preparing to respond to supported the poster on the wall next to the bed, which was barely enough.
Alleviates invisible embarrassment.
"Look! I'm just saying this little thing is a complete idiot."
Father Hans whispered in Wei Ran's ear, with no trace of disdain in his tone, "Why doesn't that old Parkinson's fellow Yuan Shu put such a fool into the furnace to make soap first?"
"The brainwashed middle school boy..." Wei Ran sighed secretly, and became increasingly disgusted with the huge flag on the wall.
"Marco, when are we taking this idiot away?" Father Hans asked in a low voice.
"We have to wait until daybreak"
Marco stood up straight, turned off the flashlight and whispered, "It has to wait until my aunt is gone, otherwise she will definitely not allow me to take Mario away."
"Wait until daybreak?!"
Father Hans was startled, but after thinking of the equally fanatical mad woman upstairs, he could only grit his teeth and said, "Tomorrow is tomorrow, but it's not safe during the day."
Marco shook his head helplessly. After realizing that Wei Ran and Hans had no way of seeing his expression in the dark basement, he could only open his mouth and explain in a low voice, "If I let my aunt know that I have deserted, will she still kill her?"
If we get Major Rudy, I'm afraid they will call those nasty chain dogs to come over and arrest us all night long."
"Your aunt..."
"That stupid woman works in the publicity department"
The disgust in Father Hans' tone became more and more obvious, "Her job is to brainwash more children at all costs and try to turn them into idiots like Mario, so that when the Soviets come over, they can kill these little guys.
We won’t feel any guilt when doing it.”
Marco in the darkness did not refute Father Hans. He just sighed again and muttered to himself, "Before we went to the battlefield, there was no difference between me and Mario."
