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His assurance did not come from the heart.

But because of the situation, he had to give Bazel an explanation to show that his position was absolutely fine.

Through Bazel's fierce attitude, Ludwig felt that he had inevitably glimpsed the terrifying intentions of the Führer.

Bazel is 15 years and eight months old this year. At Bazel's age, he is still a student who knows only a little about many things.

Those are the only things I worry about every day.

——The teacher assigned homework that was difficult to start, the place where I often played with my friends was demolished, and my brothers and sisters snatched the candies and toys bought by my parents, etc.

They don’t understand what militarism is or why others call them fascists.

But Barzel's generation was educated in a completely different environment.

The head of state connected his thoughts with books, walked majestically into thousands of classrooms, and instilled them into the brains of students, integrating aggression and predatoryism into their entire beings.

They are half-grown children and the embodiment of war.

So Bazel would dare to rebuke him directly when he had the slightest intention of backing down.

Their generation has been too deeply influenced by the Führer's ideas and cannot understand the meaning of aggression.

Bazel failed to realize that what they were doing was despicable and should be condemned by anyone with a conscience.

He was just satisfied that their charge would win honor and benefit for the country.

The sorrow and misery of people in other countries was not within his scope of consideration, and the textbooks did not teach him to maintain due compassion for the weak.

The head of state whitewashed their actions and beautified their embezzlement as just and natural.

But whether what they did is just or not, I believe that adults with basic judgment already have their own answers.

Is genocide just?

Is it justifiable to ignore the resentment of the people of other countries and invade their countries and plunder them wantonly?

Is it just that bullets penetrate the chests of soldiers and civilians who defend their country and cause families to live and die? !

Asking himself, Ludwig couldn't say "yes".

Moreover, he believed that war fanatics who could praise the above-mentioned views without blinking would be considered a minor offender even if they were pulled out and shot ten thousand times.

Then why does he continue to be an accomplice in this war that will end in unknown years and months?

Why can he still load the gun, aim the gun, and shoot ruthlessly?

The reason is simple, because they can't stop.

Driven by the vast majority of brainless supporters of the head of state, the awareness and even resistance of a small number of sober people are so rare and weak.

Recalling the fate of his childhood friend who fought with him in the war, Ludwig shuddered involuntarily in the warm room.

Two months after his friend joined the army, he developed a physical disgust at the cruelty of his own soldiers killing soldiers and civilians of other countries.

He couldn't lift the muzzle of his gun no matter what.

And several times they let go of the key targets of their search - a group of women and children who were fighting guerrilla warfare with them in the city by taking advantage of the familiar terrain.

His approach was obviously seeking his own death, and was later discovered by the sergeant.

After a formalistic trial, without giving him any chance to defend himself, he was mercilessly sentenced to hanging.

On the day of the execution, the sergeant pointed to the front row of the procession and asked Ludwig to go to the middle seat to watch.

His words of warning are still clearly etched in Ludwig's mind.

He said: "You are friends. You get along with him day and night, but you fail to detect the change in his thoughts and fulfill your duty of admonishment. I think you should also pay for his stupid behavior - Ludwig ,What do you think?"

Ludwig couldn't remember what he replied to the sergeant. His strongest and most painful memory that day was the execution of his friend.

A few minutes seemed as long and unbearable as the past centuries.

"I am not guilty, you are the guilty ones. I will not accept the trial of you executioners."

"After my death, my soul will be with the Son of God, and I will watch with my own eyes all you sinners sink into Satan's hell forever!"

These are the last words my friend left to the world while standing on the execution platform.

The execution platform was so high that Ludwig had to raise his head to see his friend clearly.

He seemed to be in good condition, his eyes were as bright as stars, he was full of energy, and he was not afraid of death at all.

Soon, two soldiers lifted him up and tied his neck into a rope loop.

After a fierce instinctive struggle, he lowered his proud head, closed his eyes that despised their despicable and shameless souls, and hung in the air with a pale face.

Under the execution platform, the scene was silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the body that was still shaking gently on the stage, and their hearts were greatly shocked.

Even the sergeant who sent him to the gallows was no exception.

Ludwig didn't know if there really was a heaven, but if there was, there was no doubt that his friends would go there.

What about him?

It will definitely sink deep, deep into the ground where the sun never shines, along with the sins he carries.

How ironic.

But he deserves it.

A little man spinning in circles and singing suddenly popped up from the top of the chime clock on the wall, and the pendulum below began to swing, making a loud "dong dong" sound.

It's time for lunch.

Ludwig didn't move.

He calmly analyzed the head of state's plan amidst the continuous sound of the pendulum, thinking about where he would go in the future.

Their leader, a war maniac, first buried the seeds of hatred for the Jewish nation in the hearts of the people across the country, and then gave everyone his ambition to conquer the world equally.

Ludwig had no problem with killing Jews.

When he was young, his family was fairly well off, but in the center of the street was one of the Jewish settlements. They dressed well and rode luxury cars when going in and out.

Although they are only a few hundred meters apart, their lives are worlds apart.

Ludwig often heard his parents and neighbors secretly insulting those shrewd and ostentatious Jews.

But in fact, those Jews glanced at them with slight ridicule.

This greatly stung Ludwig's sensitive self-esteem and made him feel ashamed.

Later, their country was defeated in World War I, and many people in the country went bankrupt and had to borrow money from wealthy Jews to survive.

Lending is the strong point of the Jews, and they are very good at using high interest rates to force others to lose their families.The conflict between the two sides further intensified.

Ludwig's parents also took out a loan, but fortunately they paid it back in the end, but Ludwig could no longer forget the cold faces of the Jews who pressed for debt.

Therefore, when the Führer ordered the massacre of the Jews, he accepted it without any psychological barriers.