In the ruins of the city, T-34 tanks led a large group of Soviet Red Army soldiers and rushed towards the Kroll Opera House without hesitation, despite the artillery fire from the air defense towers.
Under the ruins, Father Hans and Wei Ran, who ran back, had covered the mouths of Soviet Red Army instructor Ivan and commando Mikhail indiscriminately.
Everyone remained quiet amidst the tremors of tanks crushing the ground. Even if the soil shaken from the cracks in the ceiling above their heads fell into their necks and even onto the gauze that had just been bandaged, no one dared to move.
Only when there was no sound above his head, Wei Ran released Mikhail's mouth and explained apologetically, "It was your Soviet infantry and tanks just now."
"Then how did you..."
"Shall you call them to stop?"
Wei Ran patted the dirt on his head and asked, "They are attacking the Capitol. From your standpoint, calling them out at this time will only cause more trouble for them. From our standpoint, if anyone
If you are nervous and throw a grenade down, no one in the basement can escape."
"Is it time to return the submachine gun to me?"
Ivan waited until Father Hans put away the scalpel that had just been placed on his neck, and then asked helplessly. He could no longer tell who was the prisoner of war, and who had captured whom. Even if it weren't for these
He did save himself and Mikhail. If it weren't for the fact that most of the basement was filled with Jews and children, he would have opened fire the last time he got the submachine gun.
Lifting the foot that was holding the submachine gun, Marco picked it up and wiped the dirt stained on it with his sleeves, then handed it to Ivan's hands.
After checking the submachine gun, Ivan put it aside casually. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Victor, we can't hide here forever, and you can't hide here forever."
Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"How about taking me back?"
Ivan didn't wait for Wei Ran to open his mouth, then continued, "This basement can't hold on much longer. No matter you, or the children and women, they all need a relatively safer environment to wait for the end of the war. So Victor, put
I will send it back, and I will explain your situation and the help you have given to me and Mikhail to my superiors, and ensure your future safety."
"In what capacity?" Wei Ran asked after translating Ivan's proposal.
"What about the survivors? Jewish survivors."
Ivan smiled and said, looking at Wei Ran with a particularly candid look, "Even if you are willing, maybe you can continue to run your clinic, and I will find a way to provide help to the best of my ability, whether it is the Soviets, Germans or Jews,
At the end of this war, many of them will need medical help."
After listening to Wei Ran's translation, Father Hans and Dr. Lodge discussed in low voices, and finally agreed to Ivan's suggestion after broken bricks fell from the crack above their heads.
"Victor, let Marco follow you." Father Hans pointed to Ivan's lame leg, "I'm afraid it won't be too convenient to carry him with you alone."
"Forget it," Wei Ran shook his head and said in German that Ivan and Mikhail couldn't understand at all, "When I come back, if there is danger, I will find a way to shoot at the entrance and exit to see if I can survive by then.
Come down, it's up to you."
Father Hans and Dr. Lodge looked at each other and raised their hands tiredly, "Pay attention to safety."
Wei Ran nodded, then looked at Ivan.
"Mikhail"
Ivan stood up with the help of Wei Ran, handed the submachine gun to Mikhail, who was still lying on the cushion in the corner, held the cracked ceiling above his head with one hand and gave the order, "I will ask for someone to be sent.
Pick you up, but before that, protect the safety of these people in the basement."
Hail, who was about to secretly take out the half bottle of alcohol left in the first aid kit while no one was paying attention, quickly retracted his hand when he heard this, took the submachine gun handed over by Ivan and saluted.
"Do not worry!"
Ivan looked at Weiran, "Shall we set off?"
Hearing this, Wei Ran stepped on the ladder and carefully poked his head out of the basement exit. He saw that the Soviet Red Army soldiers and tanks had already rushed towards the King's Square in the distance. With the help of Marco, he dragged Ivan away.
come out.
Then he picked up a stick and handed it to Ivan to use as a crutch. Wei Ran waited for Ivan to identify the direction, then supported him and carefully walked toward the direction of the Ministry of Interior building under the cover of the ruins.
It was already the afternoon of April 30th. The Ministry of Interior building where a large number of German soldiers were originally stationed had been captured by the Soviet Red Army. Several artillery pieces were even dismantled and sent to the second floor for reorganization. They faced the opera house from the window.
and fired rounds of artillery shells in the direction of the Capitol.
The distance from the basement to the Ministry of the Interior building is only a few hundred meters, but along the way there are a large number of corpses of Soviet and German soldiers and Berlin civilians, as well as bomb craters no less numerous than the corpses!
When Wei Ran supported Ivan and limped around the collapsed or dilapidated buildings, and when he was still dozens of meters away from the Ministry of Interior building, a group of Soviet Red Army soldiers on guard immediately turned their guns
Aimed at them.
He allowed the two Soviet Red Army soldiers to hold his shoulders. Fortunately, just when they were about to take off the camera that Weiran specially hung around his neck, Ivan took back his ID and said, "Let him go, he is not a prisoner."
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The two soldiers looked at Ivan's epaulettes and the empty left trouser leg. After a moment of hesitation, one of them finally hung the camera he had just taken off around Wei Ran's neck again.
As Ivan entered the Ministry of Interior building, Wei Ran was sent to a room with a mess on the floor, and Ivan ran away to nowhere.
Fully half an hour later, Ivan leaned on a pair of crutches and pushed open the door full of bullet holes. Behind him, there was a female soldier in a white coat.
"Victor, this is Captain Katja, the head of the field medical team." After Ivan finished speaking, he turned to the young woman behind him and said, "He is the Victor I just mentioned."
When Wei Ran saw this, he quickly reached out his hand to shake the other person's hand politely, and then looked at Ivan suspiciously.
"The battalion commander allows you to join the field hospital in charge of Captain Katja." Ivan patted Wei Ran on the shoulder, "and guarantees your safety. If you have no objection, you can take the soldiers to pick up Mikhail now."
How can this be such an opinion? Wei Ran could only nod his head and asked, dumbfounded, "I'm honored to get this job, but is there any salary?"
"At least I can feed you, and no one will take your camera." Captain Katya hooked his hand at the guard, "Let's go, I hope he hasn't drank all your food before we find that bastard Mikhail."
Medical alcohol."
"How do you know?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.
Katya rolled her eyes, "It's not the first time he has done something like this."
Co-author or a repeat offender?
Wei Ran muttered to himself, and as Ivan watched, he led Captain Katja and a group of Soviet soldiers equipped with Bobosha submachine guns back to the basement.
At the same time, the people waiting in the nearly collapsed basement were not idle. Nurse Leni used a white sheet to cut out white six-pointed stars. Several women found needles and threads and removed Mihai.
In addition, everyone had a piece sewn on the chest of their shirts, and Mario's cherished Youth League ID was also burned. Even the early version of the Youth League knife he and Marco exchanged was the same as
Dr. Lodge's Ruger pistol and Marco's gold bar were wrapped in a sheet and hidden in the basement vent.
Looking at Mario with a look of reluctance, the little Jewish girl Maura patted Mario on the back like an adult, and said seriously, "From now on, you are my trophy, and I will protect you."
Yes, just like you protected me a few days ago."
"Then will you give me the round head I give you?" Mario asked with a sad face.
"We don't have any round heads," Mora said helplessly, "but if you want to live, from now on, you will be a Jew."
Mario looked pitifully at his brother Marco, who also had a six-pointed star stitched on his chest. Seeing the latter smiling and nodding at him, he reluctantly said, "Okay then..."
Marco and Father Hans looked at each other, then looked at the crude knife in their hands. After hesitating for a moment, he bent down to pick up a small piece of brick and rubbed off the youth league logo painted on the handle.
Then he put it in his arms as a last resort self-defense weapon.
Mikhail, on the other hand, waved to Mario to come over, and then pointed at himself.
Almost as a reflex, Mario immediately shouted, "Mikhail!"
The former nodded with satisfaction, took out the Second Class Patriotic War Medal that he won from Mario not long ago while playing games, and personally fixed it on the six-pointed star on his chest for him, grinning at Mali
Ao smiled and patted his small shoulder hard.
"You gave it to me?!" Mario asked excitedly with his eyes widened, having already forgotten the unhappy little thing just now.
"Ula!" Mikhail shouted, nodding and raising his fist.
"Whoa! Whoa!" Mario raised his right hand in an extremely familiar manner, but this time, his palm was clenched into a fist.
Mikhail couldn't help laughing, but then he grinned in pain as the wound on his abdomen was pulled.
Upon seeing this, Mario quickly put down his little fist, picked up a lunch box full of medical alcohol mixed with water, held it with both hands and handed it to the former's mouth.
"This idiot..."
Father Hans and the little Jewish girl Maura cursed in unison, but this time, whether it was Dr. Lodge, Marco, or the Jewish female nurse around them, they all nodded in agreement.
