As night fell, the sound of explosions that lasted for almost a whole day in Berlin finally subsided slightly. In the dim streets filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, panicked residents were rushing back and forth to prepare for the next day's life.
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 ceased, there are still many bombers circling overhead. The searchlight beams piercing the night sky and the barrages fired by anti-aircraft guns also became 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 walks out of the shelter is busy fetching water, or walking along the Spree River in the dark. Wander around, trying to pick up some freshwater fish floating on the water due to the explosion.
Only when someone dares to shine a light, the people around them will curse and avoid as fast as possible, for fear that this light will attract bombers in the sky to drop bombs that can send them away. Aerial bombs for everyone.
"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.
When Marco heard this, he 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 looked silently 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 spent several days on this not-so-long road. It took almost a meter-by-meter advance to breach the Capitol.
If you 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 soon. The soldiers who were red-eyed with bloodshed, the residents who were numbed by the war, and the completely destroyed city, all of this was like karma, and it was returned to the Germans in a solid manner.
Relying on Marco's major uniform and the bomber cover above his head, the group of three people successfully passed through the fire bunkers blocking the streets, and finally stopped smoothly at a building on the edge of King's Square. The entrance to the two-story house.
While Marco was knocking on the door, Wei Ran looked silently at the gallows erected on the edge of the square not far away, with more than a dozen corpses wearing various clothes hanging on it. But without exception, a palm-sized six-pointed star logo hangs in the most conspicuous position on their chests.
On the streets connecting this small square, a group of young soldiers in uniforms were busy running around, arranging the newly arrived 88 soldiers under the command of several stalls. mm anti-aircraft artillery.
Before Wei Ran could take a closer look, the heavy door was opened from the inside. 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 immediatelyHe immediately put away his pistol and hugged the young man in front of him in surprise, "Marco! Great! You're still alive!"
Before Marco could say anything, the middle-aged man The 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 a cigarette for herself.
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 a few of them were covered by thick woolen blankets. Not only has the window been blocked with bricks and boards, but a fire bunker has also been built with sandbags under the window sill. If necessary, a machine gun can be set up here to block off the King's Square outside.
"Let me see!"
The woman walked around Marco, took the hat from his hand, and touched the epaulette on his shoulder. He asked in confusion, "How come you were promoted to major so quickly? I remember you were sent to the battlefield outside the city less than half a month ago."
Seeing that Marco was about to reveal his secret, Hans Lao Dad hurriedly 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 specially promoted on the front line."
"A dozen or so?" The look on the young woman's face became more and more suspicious, "Teacher Hans, are you not joking?"
"Why should I be joking?"
Dad Hans said seriously, " Thanks to the heavy fog a few days ago, Marco and his rookies discovered Soviet tanks hidden in the forest while patrolling. They used all their iron fists to eliminate those tanks, and many teenagers were sacrificed for this. Members of the group. You must know that those stupid Soviets are not very powerful, they just have more people." "Yes!" The middle-aged woman said in an almost pathological tone. He said angrily, "If they hadn't been outnumbered, they wouldn't have been able to fight outside 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."
p>"I'm going to see him" Marco said and was about to go upstairs.
“No need to go up, he is in the basement.”
Marco’s aunt pointed to the door behind the stairs, “The bombings have become more and more frequent recently, and the second floor is too dangerous. We've all moved to the basement. Marco, have you eaten? I'll prepare some food for you." Before Marco could say anything, the woman put out her cigarette butt. He 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 looked at the furnishings in the basement.I was a little surprised. The environment here is definitely not good. In addition to the two single beds placed against the wall and the two matching bedside tables, there is only a table and two high and low tables stacked with several ammunition boxes in the middle. Chair.
But the surrounding walls were covered with various posters promoting Germany's victory and a crisp flag that occupied half of the wall. Under the only wall with a narrow window in the 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 tires he had just parked at the door. .
This is a 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 is a lightning-shaped S flag on a black background, which is exactly the logo of the youth league.
On the bedside table, which is the only normal piece of furniture, there is a crudely made Youth League dagger, a neatly folded black scarf, the same khaki hat, and A clean 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 extremely clean but weird-looking military gun. Number.
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. . There was stringy saliva flowing from the corners of the slightly opened mouth, and a small white tiger tooth and two front teeth that had just emerged were exposed.
Just when Marco reached out and wanted 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!"
This sudden movement startled Marco, and he raised his right hand almost as a reflex. Fortunately, his reaction was quite quick. His right hand, which was originally ready to respond, supported the poster on the wall next to the bed, which barely relieved the invisible embarrassment.
"Look! I just said this little thing is a complete idiot."
Dad Hans whispered in Wei Ran's ear, with no trace of disgust in his tone Without concealing it, "Why didn't that old Parkinson's guy Yuanshou send such a fool into the furnace to make soap first?"
"The brainwashed middle-class boy..." Wei Ran sighed to himself. In his tone, he became even more 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 for dawnOnly later"
Marco stood up straight, turned off the flashlight and whispered, "Not until my aunt is gone, otherwise she will definitely not allow me to take Mario away. "
"Wait until dawn? ! "
Dad 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 you let aunt Knowing that I had deserted and killed Major Rudy, I'm afraid they would call those nasty chain dogs to come over and arrest us all night long. "
"Your aunt..."
"That stupid woman works in the propaganda 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 and kill these little guys, they will not feel any guilt. feel. "
Marco in the dark did not refute Father Hans, but sighed again and muttered to himself, "Before we went to the battlefield, there was no difference between me and Mario. . ”