In the fiery red sunset shrouded in gunpowder smoke, Wei Ran led Captain Katja and a small group of Soviet Red Army soldiers through the large ruins, and finally stopped at the edge of the basement exit.
"Dad Hans, Doctor Rocky, Marco, I'm back!"
Wei Ran stood on the edge of the cave entrance and shouted, "Drop the gun and come out with your hands raised!"
Not long after, Marco was the first to climb out, and then with the help of Father Hans and Dr. Lodge, he carried Mikhail out of the basement and handed him to the Soviet Red Army soldiers waiting aside, allowing them to carry him away.
He was put on a stretcher.
After Dr. Rocky and Father Hans climbed out, Mario, who had a Second Class Patriotic Medal without a sickle pinned to his chest, was the first to climb out, letting half of his buttocks wrapped in gauze bathe in the sunset. Learn
Like Mikhail on the stretcher, he raised his fists and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Wow!"
This voice directly caused the surrounding Soviet Red Army soldiers and Captain Katya to laugh. But then, when children and women wearing hospital gowns, their faces covered with eczema and swollen red bumps from flea bites, walked away
After coming out, everyone fell silent amidst the flying gunfire.
Perhaps it was because they had not seen the sun for too long, or because they finally no longer had to worry about being chased by the stall army, these Jewish women and children could not stop crying as the sunset shone on their faces.
"Let's go back." Captain Katya waved his hand and led everyone to turn around and walk towards the direction of the Ministry of Interior.
Along the way, Doctor Lodge and others fell into silence as they looked at the city that had been turned into ruins, as well as the battlefield that was still being exchanged in the direction of King's Square behind them, and the corpses that could be seen everywhere at their feet.
In just two or three days, this city and the familiar and unfamiliar people in this city have become part of the ruins like the clinic that provided them with protection. Only a few wild cats with good lives are left.
The dog was hiding inside the ruins, feasting on the food that had been easily available recently.
Seeing that the Ministry of Interior building was getting closer and closer, the little guy who was being held by Marco because his butt was injured let out an exclamation, pointed at a ruins not far away and shouted in surprise, "Oliver! That's Oliver!"
This little guy's voice was loud, and the Soviet Red Army soldiers immediately raised their submachine guns in the direction of Mario's finger.
Upon hearing this, Wei Ran quickly explained in Russian that he had met an acquaintance. After getting Captain Katja's approval, Marco immediately carried Mario to the ruins not far away, and then saw a child whose ankle was pinned down by the floor.
This little guy looks to be a year or two older than Mario. He is wearing a black youth uniform and a helmet that is too big for him.
"Oliver, why are you here?!"
Mario jumped down from his brother's arms and asked in surprise. However, after seeing that his legs were tightly pressed by the floor, he immediately looked at his brother Marco and Wei who were walking behind him as if asking for help.
Ran et al.
The little guy named Oliver turned his head with difficulty to look at his good friend in front of him, but after seeing the white six-pointed star on his chest and the Soviet medal pinned on it, as well as the Soviet Red Army following behind him, his eyes immediately widened.
He raised his finger and pointed at Mario's chest, "Mario, why are you..."
"You mean this?"
Mario stretched out his dirty little hands to grab the six-pointed star on his chest, and said with a grimace, "My brother said that I am a Jew now and am their trophy."
"Traitor! You traitor!" Oliver shouted heartbreakingly, "Mario, you idiot! You are a traitor! You betrayed our leader!"
"I...I didn't..." Mario denied in panic.
"Go to hell! You traitor! Go to hell!" Oliver grabbed a handful of dust and threw it at Mario with a cry.
However, just when Mario subconsciously covered his face, the little boy Oliver, who was still pressed under the floor, actually pulled out a P38 pistol from his arms!
Marco, who was originally squatting aside, changed his expression when he saw this, and pushed Mario away without even thinking!
"Bang! Bang!"
"Da da da!"
After a brief exchange of fire, Oliver, who was still pressed under the floor, was killed by a Soviet Red Army soldier with a submachine gun. But Marco also "popped" and fell between Mario and Oliver. Dark red blood flowed from his
Mario was pushed to the side in shock as his abdomen and chest gushed.
"Help!" Wei Ran reacted and tore Marco's shirt open, revealing the two wounds not far apart.
Father Hans, who stumbled over and saw the wound with blood and air bubbles coming out, sat slumped on the ground. The two shots hit the liver and lungs respectively. Let alone not being able to save him, even if he was saved.
, but now they don’t even have a scalpel!
"Old...Dad..." Marco struggled to reach out his hand and hold it with Father Hans, and said intermittently, "Gold Bar...take care of...Mario..."
"I will take good care of him, I will take good care of him!" Father Hans promised with tears streaming down his face, reaching out his hand in vain to try to hold down the blood that continued to pour out from the wound.
"Brother, brother" Mario crawled over with tears streaming down his face. He didn't know if the remaining blood on his face belonged to his brother or his former good friend.
"Mario...Mario...don't be afraid...the war...will be soon..."
Marco reached out his other blood-stained hand to his brother Mario, but before he could touch his tear-stained face, he hung down weakly and fell heavily to the ground full of dust and gravel.
superior.
"Pah!" Father Hans slapped Mario hard on the face, "You idiot! Get away!"
Ignoring Mario who was stunned by a slap, Father Hans held Marco's body in his arms, looked towards the direction of the Capitol Building with a pair of old eyes, and murmured to himself, "Look at you
Good job, look at the good job you did!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Doctor Rocky, who was standing aside, sat down holding the ruins of the wall, holding Mario in his arms who did not dare to cry, and silently looked at the two corpses on the ground.
, and was speechless for a long time.
"Victor, we can't waste too much time here." Captain Katya urged.
Wei Ran nodded, knelt down and said, "Dad Hans, Dr. Lodge, Mario and I will take him back to the basement. You and Dr. Lodge will take the others there first."
Father Hans sighed, gently placed the body in Wei Ran's arms, and then stood up unsteadily with the support of Nurse Leni, "Doctor Rocky, let's go, let's go now
Save everyone else, whether it's the damn Germans or the damn Soviets!"
Doctor Rocky glanced at the Soviet Red Army soldiers around him, gritted his teeth and stood up, gently pushing Mario to Wei Ran's side.
Wei Ran raised his head and looked at Captain Katya, "Comrade Captain, you take the others back first. Can I go there later?"
Captain Katya nodded upon hearing this, waved silently, and led the others to continue moving towards the Ministry of Interior building. Even though there was a language barrier, similar tragedies had already happened. She had seen it on the way from the Soviet Union to Berlin.
It has happened more than once, and rather than being indifferent, it is better to say that I have already become numb.
After bending down to pick up Marco's body, Wei Ran freed up a blood-stained hand and led Mario towards the basement where they came from.
Before he could take a few steps, the Jewish girl Maura caught up with him, grabbed Mario's hand from the other side, raised her head and said to Wei Ran, "He is my trophy, I promised brother Marco to take good care of him."
his."
"Then follow..." Wei Ran sighed and continued walking towards the basement a few hundred meters away.
Returning to the entrance of the basement, the complex footprints on the damp ground were still clearly visible, but just a few hundred meters away, Marco died at the hands of an eleven or twelve-year-old child.
Looking up at the opera house where the firefight was still taking place in the distance, Wei Ran carefully put Marco's body down. Then he saw a crudely made Youth League knife in the inner pocket of his torn clothes.
The edge of the scabbard of this pocket knife had been damaged by a bullet, but it was precisely because of this unnecessary impact that the meaningless bullet rolled into Marco's body, causing even greater damage.
harm.
"How ironic..."
Wei Ran glanced at Mario, who was still holding Marco's increasingly cold hand, in a daze and crying. He took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from the pocket on the other side of the body, took out one, lit it, and took a puff.
Then he choked and coughed repeatedly.
Putting the lit cigarette into Marco's bloody mouth, Wei Ran leaned against a collapsed brick wall, closed his eyes and listened to the sound of gunshots and artillery fire that seemed to come from all directions, quietly waiting for time.
Minutes and seconds passed.
It wasn't until the cigarette burned out that Wei Ran flicked the cigarette butt away, patted Mario's shoulder to signal him to let go, and then carefully sent Marco's body into the basement and placed it farthest from the door.
A fold-out bed.
Finally, he picked up the Youth League knife in his arms, and without saying a word, Wei Ran stuffed it into the vent, blocked it with bricks, and then climbed out of the basement.
"Mario, let's block the hole together." Wei Ran asked, squatting next to Mario.
Mario raised his head and looked at Wei Ran with tears in his eyes, "I killed my brother."
"It wasn't you." Wei Ran sighed, "The person who killed your brother committed suicide a few hours ago."
Seeing Mario looking at him with confusion, Wei Ran sighed, bent down and picked up a large piece of bricks stuck together with cement, and threw it into the entrance of the basement with great effort.
"Mario, come here and help." The Jewish girl Maura picked up two bricks and threw them into the basement like a brick.
Mario looked around blankly, then looked at the direction of the basement hole, then endured the pain from the wound on his butt, picked up a brick and walked towards Marco's temporary grave.
