However, the scene of killing prisoners was indeed extremely bloody.
Kaya is just twenty years old. Although she has experienced a lot of painful things, she is very happy that she can serve as the guide of the Zu** Team. She is also shocked by the strong fighting power of the Zu** Team and is applauded. She has never experienced military affairs before.
Training, after being escorted to the blacksmith village, at least shooting a few bullets at the target is regarded as military training and thus becoming a militia.
She followed a group of people from the frontline headquarters and rushed to the breached German army.
"I escaped from here more than ten days ago? Where is my fake tomb? Where is the German mine array? All gone?" The woman was in a daze. After seeing the corpses on the ground, she felt a strong feeling in her stomach.
The feeling of vomiting almost made her look pale.
"Silly girl, you are already a militia member, why can't you feel sick when you see dead people?" A guard reminded her seriously to stay strong.
However, Kaya saw the captured prisoners of war gathered together in one place, and the soldiers of the motherland fired a large number of machine guns at them mercilessly. She finally suffered a nervous breakdown and fainted from fear.
After supervising his subordinates to complete this disgraceful task, Lavrenti returned to the temporary headquarters established in the damaged trench. When he was about to send a telegram to the rear, he discovered that the legendary woman Kya was brought unconscious.
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Two soldiers were taking care of her, and it didn't look like she had been shot.
"Is she okay?"
"Report to the leader, she was frightened and fainted. That's what happened just now."
"After all, she is a poor woman. Take good care of her and pour some cold water on her face."
Of course, it was not only Kaya who was shocked. A German officer was also a direct witness to the killing of prisoners. It was even the Soviet soldiers who deliberately let him witness hundreds of German soldiers being machine-gunned into a pile of bloody corpses.
He is Lawrence.
This time, the God of Luck did not favor this man again. Seeing his compatriots being slaughtered by the Russians in absolute helplessness, his heart was bleeding, and he even wished that he could be killed by them too.
It's a pity that these Russians just don't want to let themselves die.
All those people were dead. Lawrence twisted his arms wildly, but his wrists were tied with ropes. His efforts were all in competition with himself.
He yelled in Russian: "You Slavic pigs, you are all a group of executioners, you are actually killing prisoners, are you still soldiers?"
But he would never have imagined that the Soviet company commander who escorted him did this on purpose. The company commander should have handed over the captured regiment commander to the headquarters. Since the troops were obviously going to execute the prisoners of war, the company commander asked Lawrence to act as a pitiful
of spectators.
Lawrence's words angered the Soviet soldiers present.
"Bah! You said we are not soldiers, so what do you mean? What do you think we don't know about what your 707th Division did last year?"
"We? What did we do?"
Lawrence's rhetorical question almost forced the Soviet company commander to shoot him. The gun did not go off, and Lawrence received a solid slap on the right side of his face, causing his nose to bleed on the spot.
"Asshole! You executioners of the 707th Division killed more than 10,000 Soviet citizens. How dare you defend yourself? You are also an executioner yourself."
Ask yourself, Lawrence's hands are indeed stained with blood. When he was the battalion commander last year, he was indeed ordered to launch a siege on a small village. Even though he knew that most of the people in that village were pure civilians, he was still ordered to shoot them all, including
child.
Lawrence could argue that he was acting under orders, but couldn't these Russians also say that they were acting under orders?
Lawrence smiled helplessly: "I did lead my troops to kill your people. Just kill me. Anyway, if I fall into your hands, I won't be able to survive."
The company commander was furious and pressed the muzzle of his submachine gun directly against Lawrence's forehead. Just when everyone thought that the German officer was about to be executed, the gunshot did not sound.
"Bah! You want to die happily? It's not that simple. We will make your life worse than death."
Lawrence was already disheartened. He closed his eyes and suddenly remembered the incomprehensible and hopeless looks in the children's eyes when he was ordered to massacre the entire village a year ago. It wasn't until the bullets hit their weak bodies that their faces turned into pain and despair.
Maybe a few months later, my situation was all due to fate. The so-called luck during this period was just that the bad luck had not come yet.
"Let's go! Fascist bastard, you are a senior officer, we will not kill you easily!"
In this way, Lawrence was dragged to the frontline headquarters by the soldiers like a zombie.
At the same time, Lavrenti pinched his temples and complained to several officers: "How did you screen them? Why can you still find officer IDs on the corpses? If you check carefully enough, we can at least arrest the two older ones.
Company Commander, that is a major victory."
The company commander who was escorting Lawrence jumped down from the trench without hesitation.
"Sir, Chuchikov, commander of the third company of the second battalion, reports."
"You?" Lavrenti turned his head, "What's the matter? If not, go back to your camp."
"Something happened! Something big happened! We captured a German colonel!"
Upon hearing this, Lavrenti's anger was half gone. "Haha? A regimental leader? Where is that person? What is his name?"
The company commander snapped his fingers, and a man with his hands tied was pushed into the trench.
Lavrenti looked down at the man who was struggling to sit up, and noticed that the man had injuries on his legs. After all this trouble, Lawrence found it difficult to stand up, so he sat in the wet trench and continued to curse.
Lavrenti's eyebrows trembled again, and he kicked him out of anger, knocking him down.
"You, a fascist, can actually speak Russian. You bastard, are you a traitor to the great motherland and are you working for the Germans?"
Not to be outdone, Lawrence got up and did his best: "I am a member of the Third Reich. When we conquer Russia, of course we need some officers who can speak Russian. Damn it, do you think I am willing to learn the language of your inferior people?
"
"Are you...are you forcing me to kill you? If you stay humble, why do you have to suffer the pain of flesh and blood?"
"You'd better kill me!"
"You think I don't dare?" Having said that, Lavrenti didn't want the commander to settle the score with him. He pulled out his pistol and gestured in front of Lawrence, but the pistol was not loaded at all!
Lawrence took on the posture of a martyr, relaxing his body and closing his eyes, waiting for death to come.
At this moment, a woman's clear call suddenly made the martyr open his eyes.
"Lawrence? Could it be you?"
Kaya has woken up. Her identity is currently a guide, but her role in the army's operations can be ignored. She was placed on the front line to provide the army with an extra layer of insurance, so-called finding a minefield for the army.
The safe passage in the area. However, the rocket launcher was so powerful that the large-scale landmines near the center were exploded collectively in an instant.
Kaya thought that she would only serve as a servant or take care of the wounded. She never imagined that she would have an incredible encounter with that man again at the frontline headquarters.
"Lawrence! It's indeed you. Even if your face is swollen and your nose bleeds, I still know you!"
Kaya saw Lawrence's face clearly, rushed forward, and then rushed forward as if he had no hesitation, hugging him in her arms.
The scene completely exceeded the imagination of Lavrenti and the many onlookers, especially the German officer who just wanted to die. At this moment, he shed tears unbelievably, and then started to cry loudly.
Lavrenti suddenly understood everything: "You... you are the legendary Lawrence? Haha! Our commander specifically wanted to arrest you. You bastard, we were beating you three days ago, but you ran away."