Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

Krakow opened the window to let the wind into the room.

The wind in early spring is still chilling, especially in Eastern Europe.But Hua Sha, who asked to open the window, was not affected. He just sat on the rocking chair, quietly looking at the distance as if thinking about something, with a glass of water in his hand.

He very much hoped that the glass of colorless and transparent liquid in his hand was vodka.The unassuming transparent color flows into the throat but can warm all the viscera in the body, making a heart beat even hotter.But the doctor and his companions warned him not to touch a drop of strong alcohol if he wanted the wound to heal sooner, and the pain all over his body was really unbearable, so he gave up this idea.

Two people who know each other very well sit together and can discuss many topics.From the recovery of the injury to the impact of the situation in Europe on all aspects of Poland's restoration, I can't finish talking about it in a few days and nights.Perhaps because of this, he lost the desire to speak.There are too many unknown variables that are still in progress, and no matter how witty the words are, they are of limited help in solving the problem.

The dull but tacit atmosphere was soon broken.The door opened, and fine snowflakes and the two men drifted in with the cold wind, and fell on the carpet and disappeared instantly.

Krakow suddenly stood up.Hua Sha buckled the water glass on the tea table and splashed a few drops.

"Hello, Warsaw. We didn't stay in the hospital, so we had a hard time finding it." Leningrad greeted, and took off his cloak and hung it on his forearm.There is a typical aristocratic smile on his lips: reserved and restrained, with a passion for carefully calculating the heat.Somehow, contrary to that smile, his whole face, as well as his movements, showed a kind of undisguised hypocrisy.

"I'll stay where I like." Warsaw said indifferently. "Isn't it a bit more difficult for me to predict that the young master on the Neva River will arrive with Mr. Pskov?"

"He didn't mean to reproach you," said Pskov. "I hope you understand."

"Of course I understand. But let's skip the small talk and get straight to the point, shall we? The two servants are here, so what's the matter?"

"Well..." Leningrad's blue and purple eyes narrowed slightly. Although it could be seen that his body was still a little weak, he was still as mysterious and dangerous as a leopard crouching on a tree and coveting its prey on the ground. "I wanted you to guess and have fun together. Since I don't want to, I have to say it directly. Our army is heading towards Berlin. The scale of this operation is not trivial, and we need some good partners from the Allied forces to join. I think you are right. Interested in this?"

"As far as I know, there are already two Polish armies fighting side by side with the Soviet army in that direction." Compared with the indifferent Warsaw, Krakow's face with a more rigid outline showed no emotion, and his voice was hoarse and deep. "You mean that people should be drawn from the city lords to serve as symbols?"

"It's not just a symbol. God knows how many others like us exist on the Berlin defense line, maybe one, maybe many. The Germans have been cornered, and it's not difficult to understand even if they give up their own jurisdiction to make a single bet."

No, Warsaw thought, symbols are what you need.The Soviet Union did not want the Polish government-in-exile to return to China to continue its rule, and was determined to support a new red regime. 【Note 1】Since they won the priority to attack Berlin, they have been thinking about how to win over Polish cities so that they will not fight too much on the issue of dealing with the government-in-exile.And giving them the opportunity to attack Berlin is indeed a very tempting proposition.Leaving aside the entanglements of hundreds of years ago, just in this war, the blood feud between the two people sitting here and Nazi Germany is not too much.But among the two members of the Polish Army, either they did not have a clear position, or they were pro-Soviet factions with a red background. If they really went, it would be difficult to turn around and speak for the government-in-exile in the future.

Krakow was about to ask for details, but was preempted by Warsaw: "Oh, okay. I can't help it, my body doesn't allow it. Krakow, how are you?"

"I'm fine." Krakow replied a little strangely.Hua Sha threw a look at him, and he added: "Actually, I am very happy."

"That's good." Pskov smiled mildly. "You can consider another candidate. With a heavyweight like Mr. Krakow joining, the next one can be more casual."

"How dare you do whatever you want..." Krakow replied casually, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw Leningrad and Warsaw staring at each other as if no one else existed.They had sat down while talking, and for some reason they got up again, facing each other, and stood motionless.Leningrad has long light flaxen hair and pursed his mouth solemnly, the hypocrisy before has disappeared; Warsaw's pale face is covered with the unique blush of the wounded and sick, and the blond hair is white in the snow outside the window The background is shining every now and then. If you observe carefully, the teeth behind his closed mouth should be clenched tightly.

Leningrad said in a dreamlike tone: "The excitement of the two is understandable. From the standpoint of the victims, we are all the same. We all want to avenge the destroyed city and the dead people. But don't get too excited It’s not good for my health. Although I want to go to the front line, the doctor doesn’t allow me to ride a horse or take a bumpy military vehicle, but I still retreat in spite of the difficulties, and you should also take care of yourself, Warsaw.”

Hua Sha smirked generously: "I would like to borrow your good words."

Leningrad nodded: "Then it's settled...?"

After the two Russians had left, Krakow asked why he agreed so quickly.Warsaw waved his hand, and said a little tiredly: "Berlin is given to them. If Britain and the United States want to sell the government-in-exile, the series of secret meetings with the Soviet Union before have almost sold out. Although there is no final result, the future negotiations want to It is also difficult to reverse the situation, Poland’s future cannot be free from the Soviet Union. Just join the battle, have a friendly expression, and don’t block the dialogue channel.”

"...As I thought. However, you have also changed."

"Yes——I want to pursue a stable country and a stable destiny. If I don't act safely, I don't know how much bad luck will be imposed on this land." Warsaw looked out the window and smiled softly, "Craco Husband, you have to be lucky. The young master is quite sensible, knowing that he is not fit enough to go to the front line, and it is better to fight side by side with Moscow than with him."

In the direction he was looking at, the snow had quietly stopped, covering the ruins of Warsaw like a white velvet blanket, unintentionally alleviating the shocking landscape a lot.

However, as long as the human beings living here are still there, the ruins will stand up, the streets will be paved back to belong to the old people and children, and the laughter of men and women will reverberate in every corner.Life, the eternal and grandest theme of human beings, must also continue to play without stopping, from a trickle to a mighty river, flowing to the distance with the guidance of time.

Berlin stared at Munich.

Munich said: "You don't have to look at me like that. Ms. Braun insisted on coming to Berlin to share the troubles of the Führer she loved and admired; I admired her courage and escorted her. That's it." [Note 2] "I think you are all crazy." Berlin seems to have spoken through his nasal cavity, "I have no right to comment on Eva Braun, but what do you mean by appearing here? Your jurisdiction has not It was captured, I didn't expect you to leave your post without authorization?"

Munich's shoulders trembled slightly.Then she raised her hand, and put back a lot of black shattered hair scattered during the bumps into the hat, so as to cover up the panic that just passed by: "Because I know the importance in my heart. If Berlin can't keep it, Munich will be in the future." What's the use? You are the hope of all Germans. If you lose, you will become the despair of all Germans..."

Berlin didn't want to hear the platitudes he had expected.He knew that what Munich said was correct, but he couldn't restrain the anger that kept rising from left to right in his chest.Everything that has happened recently can bring him to the edge of anger.He wanted to get angry when he saw Potsdam helping him to clean up the documents that had been shaken by the bombing; the commando marched in line with guns and sang military songs, he wanted to get angry; Dr. Goebbels was the one who couldn't stand it, since he had pointed out to the Führer and others in a trance that according to the astrologer's prediction, Roosevelt's death meant that Germany would turn around in April, just like Frederick the Great in seven years. As in a desperate situation in a war, [Note 4] his expression and a word can make Berlin angry.

He still didn't break out.He still looks like the embodiment of the familiar German capital: calm and strong, with a heart of stone.He can't ruin his image at this most critical moment.

"Forget it..." Berlin sighed, "Come with me."

Munich followed him into the huge and complex labyrinthine basement below the Chancellery.In the exclusive office in Berlin, she saw Potsdam as no surprise, and another tall man surprised her.It's a hamburger.The relationship between Hamburg and Berlin is neither far nor close, and there is no reason for him to be here.After the Führer came to power, he welcomed the new effective economic policies and appreciated the government's long-lost action, but he was indifferent to the issues that the Führer was really passionate about, and he didn't even bother to make a gesture of obedience like Frankfurt did.Thanks to his high status, he did not neglect the duties assigned to him, so he was not condemned for it.

Hamburg simply greeted her, then wrung his hands and said nothing.His tall, thin figure cast on the ground by the pale light was as silent as he was.The job of explanation can only be undertaken by Potsdam: "Hamburg escaped before the fall of the city and arrived in the capital. He, like you in Munich, felt the need to help the defense of the capital and risked his way all the way."

Potsdam spoke softly as usual, just enough to be heard clearly by those around him.For a long time, he has been like a shadow of Berlin. Although he talks a lot, he rarely expresses his views, and it is often forgotten that he is also the capital of Brandenburg.Among the people in the room oppressed by the solemn atmosphere, he was the one who behaved the most freely and showed the least sense of tension, presumably because he was used to hiding his emotions and would not be easily detected.

Munich nodded in understanding.Berlin glanced at her and said to Hamburg: "You and her are not isolated cases. But my position remains the same: you shouldn't be here. Get out early so we won't both be tired." .”

Hamburg stared at the ground: "Then why don't you rush to Munich?"

"Because in a remote and indirect sense, she should take part of the responsibility for the current situation. This has nothing to do with you, and you don't need to take on obligations that don't belong to you."

Change to Munich staring at the ground.But Hamburg raised his head and became impatient: "I'm a German! Just to defend the capital, do you need to talk about causality and responsibility? What kind of cold-blooded animal do you think of me?"

"I regard you as someone who shouldn't die!"

As if struck by a thunderbolt, the anger on Hamburg's face suddenly disappeared.He stood there, blinking his eyes as if he couldn't understand what he just said.

Having said that, Berlin does not want to make any more cover-ups out of politeness. "Listen," he said in his sternest tone, "I don't want you to become a second Dresden. You know how much less bomb damage you got than him? You think you're in good health , because you have not been directly hit by a bullet, but the tragedy in your jurisdiction is there, maybe just a blow to a vital part is enough to kill you. Do you want me to take a life like that?"

"I'm not..." Burger weakly argued.

"You are. This time you should have listened to me. Since that incident... I feel that I will never be able to face those people in Saxony for the rest of my life. If you also... you will give yourself and me more Be kind!"

Hamburg was silent again.

"...As you wish." After a long silence, he said in a hoarse voice, rushing out of the office like a gust of wind without nostalgia.Berlin didn't look back to see him off.The other two didn't look back.

"Now," Berlin remained motionless, assuming that Hamburg had never existed in the first place, and gave orders to the remaining two people, "come with me to meet with the generals in charge of this battle, and then we will do tactical analysis, and then we will The task has been assigned. There is a shortage of manpower from top to bottom, and no resource can be wasted. Be prepared to work hard. From now on, you are not allowed to slack off!"

"Yes!"

Later in the afternoon, the tasks were assigned.Potsdam stayed in the city to reorganize the miscellaneous armed forces and lead the construction of fortifications in preparation for possible future urban battles.Munich was sent to the eastern suburbs of the Seventh SS Panzer Corps - the most elite unit of the German army left - to launch a defensive line on the formidable Hilley Heights to resist the attack of the 1st Belarusian Front.

Potsdam left immediately after receiving the assignment.Munich also wanted to go quietly, but Berlin offered to send her to the convoy to the eastern suburbs.Before leaving, Berlin poured wine for the two, toasted each other, and murmured words of blessing in a low voice.The two of them didn't say a word on the road, and the short distance was dragged awkwardly and long by the silence.

Before getting into the car, Munich reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, took out a letter, and quickly stuffed it into Berlin's hand as if he was afraid that others would see it.

Berlin stared in disbelief at the round red bump on the envelope.Even if he lost most of his memory, it would be impossible not to recognize this wax seal.But how could...

"Vienna asked me to hand it over to you." Munich turned his face to the side, avoiding Berlin's almost sharp questioning gaze. "I hesitated for a long time, fearing that this letter... would damage your will. But I don't think I have the right not to hand it over..."

Berlin put away the letter: "I see, thank you. It's fine here, you go."

No one knew exactly what the letter contained, and no one had actually seen Berlin's reaction to it.Only Potsdam got a little rough. When he came to the office at night, the secretary was moving out a pot of cornflowers according to Berlin's orders.The potted flower bloomed beautifully, and it was taken care of by Berlin himself during the days when he could only spend most of the day in the basement. This remaining bright color also brought some comfort to people.Now Berlin suddenly wants it to move out.

Potsdam usually did not interfere with the decisions already made in Berlin.This time he couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

"The Führer is right."

"Uh……?"

Berlin propped up one side of his forehead, and pressed his fingers on the blond hair that had been neatly trimmed on the sideburns before: "Sooner or later, beautiful flowers will wither. In this case, don't look too much, so as not to be sad when you get it."

He stared at the table where the flower pots were originally placed, and was speechless.

Krakow climbs onto an IS-2 tank and looks west.

The morning fog had cleared.In the early morning of the previous few days, the tactics of the Belarusian 1st military to cover the attack with searchlights were greatly compromised by such thick fog, which brought a lot of inconvenience to their own side.The high ground was finally taken, but at an astonishingly high price.Even when the national battlefield is approaching collapse, the German army is still like a smelly and hard bone, which makes people lose their appetite, but they still have to chew on it.

Lublin called him from below.He jumped off the tank, and Minsk came up to shake his hand.Minsk's appearance is not very eye-catching, he is a young man with a straight face and short dark brown irregular hair. Only when he stands close and observes, can he find that his irises are a kind of nervous gray. In different weather, it will change slightly according to the light.It was a cloudy day, and the color of his eyes was pure light gray.

Minsk speaks very directly, and is used to skipping the greeting stage, so this time he asked, "Can you see the city of Berlin clearly?"

"I can see it, but I can't see it clearly."

"It's enough as long as the shells that pass by can fall on their heads." Minsk glanced back at a large swamp of mud. This depression was once congested by the Soviet armored corps and exposed to German artillery fire. No small pain. "The German army really doesn't have the power to bomb from the air. Otherwise, we would have become model targets in the swamp. It would be the pilot's dereliction of duty if we didn't do a good bombing."

"They were short on resources and probably used the fuel elsewhere."

"It's up to them to use it. No matter how strong the resistance is, the result will not change in any way." Minsk folded his arms and turned his head to face the city of Berlin. "It's a pity that they still can't figure out who they are burying for. But they changed places." And at the same time, I'm afraid I can't break through this puzzle. After all, people are still emotional animals!"

After he said that, he unscrewed the military jug and took a big gulp. It was probably some rough-made white wine, and the smell was not pleasant.It is one thing to think differently in terms of strategy and tactics, but it is not so good to substitute thoughts and feelings, so this topic will stop here.They then talked about some specific battle plans, and said that the troops where Moscow and others were located had gone west, because the German army, which was confronting the U.S. army along the Elbe River, had to cut off their marching route in order to rescue Berlin.Before going any further, it was time to launch a bombardment of the center of Berlin.From April 4th, Hitler's birthday, the headquarters ordered to bombard the city center from all directions until the victory of the battle.The amount of ammunition consumed every day is extremely astonishing, and almost all the artillery and aircraft that can be used for bombing at this distance have gone into battle.

This is also the first time since the 20th century that the city of Berlin has been shelled from the ground at such close range.

All around them were the famous Katyusha multiple rocket launchers.The real name of the rocket launcher was "Comintern" when it left the factory. Because only one letter K was printed on the launcher, it was named after a girl by the soldiers and spread widely.For the Soviet soldiers, it is not unreasonable to call the iron death who cuddles with them day and night to be a girl, but in the German army, she has another elegant name-Stalin's organ.

The loud noise they fired was much more intense than the roar of multiple pipe organs.Seen from the heights, the city of Berlin turned into a sea of ​​smoke and dust, like a huge round cake dedicated to Hitler. The candle accidentally overburned and the whole cake was set alight.Looking at this scene, Krakow was a little surprised: How could there be millions of troops holding on to this isolated island that was submerged by the torrent of steel on all sides with the idea of ​​​​surviving it?Why are there still many citizens huddled in this constantly exploding cake, not fleeing elsewhere?

After a round of bombing passed, Minsk remained motionless toward the west.The golden flash from the bombing just now seemed to be still on his irises. "I'm happy!" he exclaimed. "Tell me, are you happy?"

Lublin said nothing."I don't know if that counts as happiness," Krakow said.

"...But I know one thing very well." He paused for a while to continue the previous words, "I am anxious and extremely excited."

Minsk laughed loudly: "That's right!"

On April 4, Berlin inspected the progress of the city's fortifications, met with some soldiers of the Commando and Youth Corps, and personally motivated them.

The German army is no longer the well-equipped and well-organized powerful army it was two or three years ago.Most of the troops that were expected to be responsible for frontal battles were transferred to the outskirts of the city, and the remnants of the Waffen SS, the police, the Hitler Youth League and the National Commando, the civilians who had received only a little training and the middle-aged retired There are not a few people.As of this day, all the outer fronts have been breached by the Soviet army, and the next thing to do is to rely on this group of mobs.

If the news in Berlin is better, he will know that this day is also the day when the U.S. Army and the Soviet Army meet at the Elbe River.These two countries will become rivals that are not enemies but better than enemies in a few years, but at this moment, the officers and soldiers of both sides are still looking at each other with curious and friendly eyes, and then hug each other very quickly They hug each other, call each other brothers and sisters in a language that they don't understand each other, and even sing and dance happily.But knowing it didn't help Berlin either.He was basking in the sense of wonder that the Youth League brought him.

He had heard of the Youth League a long time ago, and had seen them from a distance, but it was not as intuitive as close contact.They were of different heights, and they wore military uniforms that didn't fit well. Even though they tried their best to put on a determined expression, they couldn't hide the childishness between their brows.There were tall ones, but none of them had grown to the solid shape of an adult.Children, really are all children...

It is too difficult for their teenage minds to understand what national socialism is, why the European war was launched, why the victory was not saved and they were beaten to the capital and must be protected by them, etc.They are standing here, basically out of the personal worship of the head of state by young and hot-blooded boys.Will they keep their vows and not regret it until the final sacrifice?

According to the order in which they stood, every time the officer reported a person's name, Berlin shook hands with the person named that name.He tried to remember their faces, but somehow they all looked the same.When he clicked on the fourth from last, he suddenly became agitated. "Bruck?" he asked the boy in front of him. "Your name is Bruck?"

The boy nodded flattered.It was easy to tell that he was the younger brother of the second lieutenant who had fought with Berlin at the Battle of Stalingrad.The second lieutenant told him that he had many sisters, but only one brother.He said he prevented his younger brother from going to the same army school as he did.But in recent years, the entire education has been militarized, and my younger brother has an inexplicably fanatical war complex, which makes him worry.

After the battle, the second lieutenant also said to Berlin: "Even if I survive this crisis, I still don't dare to hope! The Russians have a hinterland, perseverance, and a steady stream of weapons and supplies from the United States. In that case, optimistically estimate the see-saw on the Eastern Front. It will continue for many years, and there is no end in sight. I am afraid I will die on the Eastern Front, and I will never be able to go home. Now I can’t see my brother, and I can’t control him. He is the only hope of my parents. Don’t join the army... ..."

Berlin had already guessed that the relationship between the army officer group attached to his family and the head of state was not very good.Later, Lieutenant Brück did die on the Eastern Front. In 44, he was attacked by guerrillas. The guerrillas used shotguns. Countless iron sands were embedded in his internal organs, and he died in great pain.I wonder if he thought of his brother before he died?

"I fought alongside your brother." Berlin said stylized, "He is very loyal to the country, and you should be proud of him."

"Yes. I will serve the country as loyally as my brother!"

He stretched out his hand to press little Bruck's shoulder.The next scene was deeply engraved in his memory like a fossil imprint: the boy smiled, shy and proud.The sunlight hit his immature face directly, causing him to squint his eyes slightly when he smiled, and the golden sunlight on his eyelashes was beating.

Then it's time to distribute the rocket launchers to them.For the Soviet armored units that break into the city in the future, this kind of weapon that does not require a long period of training can cause them a lot of trouble.The way some children are standing, I don't know whether they are hugging the bazooka or the bazooka is supporting them.

Immediately after finishing the day's mission, Berlin received reports that Munich had been brought back from the front, mortally wounded.He rushed to the hospital, where Munich lay in a single room with blood clots in his loose black hair, but his face was intact and he was conscious.

There were many words stuck in his throat that could not come out.The last one who rushed out was the most boring one: "How are you?"

"It's not as serious as they said. My mind is still clear. If I lie down for a few more days, I might be able to go to the ground..."

"But it is no longer possible to fight." What Berlin didn't say was that he didn't know how many "days" he would have.

Munich smiled sadly, looking at the pale ceiling: "Yes, I can't fight anymore..."

"..."

"Is there anything special happening in the city these days?"

Berlin thought back. “Eva Braun hosted a dinner for the Führer’s birthday, and all the senior generals attended. The Führer was in a good mood and said the Russians would suffer a terrible defeat here.” But the dinner was over, and some people fled. "Later, the head of state asked General Steiner to counterattack the Soviet army in the southern suburbs. General Steiner did not do so out of tactical rationality. The head of state was very angry and said that even if everyone ran away, he would live and die with the capital... "

"Don't talk about that." Munich interrupted him, "Is there nothing else to say?"

Berlin thought of the little Brück he met by chance. "Gone."

A very sad and depressed expression suddenly appeared on Munich's face, as if all hope had left her.

"It is said that you performed well in Hilley Heights. Don't be depressed, you have done your duty."

"No, not just for that... Berlin, have you ever had a feeling? There are many things that you don't think about, or avoid thinking about when you are healthy and alive, only to be forced to lie in bed, doing nothing to be hurt Only those who are tormented will pick it up again. I think... I really harmed you, right?"

Before Berlin could answer, Munich turned half of his body, turned his back to him, and raised his good hand to cover his eyes.After a while, suppressed sobs came from there.

"How can I face Weimar!" she cried. "The development to today's situation is not only caused by military defeat... The disaster was planted too early! Even if I can be a little less impatient and listen to him... ..."

"That's useless. We are essentially unable to interfere with the historical process of mankind." Berlin wanted to comfort her.

"No, you can't use this sentence as a shield. You just want to excuse the guilt in your heart. As long as you have a clear consciousness and worked hard at that time, even if disaster is imminent, at least you won't have a guilty conscience. But I didn't do it , so... I was very scared..."

Munich said no more.She stopped her sobs, put her hands down and wept silently.Tears slid into her matted black hair on the pillow, merging with blood clots.

Berlin was embarrassed and sad.He hasn't seen Munich as a woman for many years. It's not that she is not beautiful enough or feminine. On the contrary, Munich is a very standard South German beauty with exquisite features, elegant conversation, and a good understanding of life, especially appreciated by the Germanic nation. Strong willpower.But they can't talk together in the personal field, especially in the past ten years, it is rare that they encourage each other with very formatted lines, and they don't need to change a few words when they say it to another person.

But seeing the woman crying helplessly aroused his pity after all.But according to the current situation, it's hard to say who should sympathize with anyone!

"Everything will end." When Munich spoke again, his voice became very soft, "I want the disaster to come to me, but God doesn't know why, just give me this little injury, let me lie here and be gone. This It's my torment. Berlin, and you... your city will be destroyed. Your pride will be shattered. Your people will die under artillery fire... all the women of your city will be killed by those Slavs again and again……"

Berlin felt like a needle. "Do you have a fever caused by inflammation?" He poked her forehead and was slapped off, "Okay, I told the doctor to take care of you and stop talking nonsense. I'm leaving, then you Take care of yourself."

After finishing speaking, he left the ward.

In the short few days that followed, people in the city lived like years.The Soviet army broke through the last line of defense in the suburbs, broke into the urban area, and opened the curtain of street fighting.Bridges and houses have become the focus of desperate struggle between the two sides. Sometimes they lie down in their clothes at night, and the sound of the enemy's conversation can be heard from less than two rooms away.The stronghold was captured by the Soviet army, then recaptured by the motley troops in the city, and then captured again... From April 4th, Berlin Radio broadcasted the number of kilometers the Soviet army was away from the city every day, as if counting down the death of the empire. , fell on their minds along with the bombing and shelling.The street fighting started, and the countdown stopped.A black and hopeless future stands naked ahead.There are still many people who fight to the death, but there are not a few who are depressed.Berlin heard a middle-aged man say to his comrades: "We are all doomed! If the British and American troops invaded, there might be some hope. But they are all Russians and Poles! They will definitely retaliate!"

Rumors had long circulated about the poor military discipline of the Soviet army on German soil.Until now, despite the anxiety in their hearts, the vast majority of citizens still endured unimaginable hardships in peacetime and devoted themselves to their posts.The indomitable willpower shown by the civilians is admirable and heartfelt.But willpower alone does not win wars.All of them were strapped to a burning chariot that had rammed the continent of Europe and the Atlantic with brute force, and now, running out of fuel, it was just driving toward nothing. The bottom of the abyss slipped away.

On the 29th, Berlin and Potsdam were invited to attend the wedding of the Führer and Eva Braun.At the scene, the pastor did not forget to ask whether the two newcomers were pure Aryans.After the wedding, people were dismissed, and the news of the two suicides quickly reached his ears.Goebbels succeeded the prime minister in accordance with the will of the head of state and negotiated with the Soviet army.

But negotiations soon fell apart.The Soviet army demanded an unconditional surrender, which was unacceptable.

Berlin couldn't stand it this time.He approached the current prime minister and said: "It is said to be unconditional, but there are still differences and restrictions. As long as it is beneficial to the majority of people who are still alive, this title is not that important..."

"Do you think those who are alive deserve such an enormous sacrifice of dignity?"

"I think our mission is to protect our people. It's not right to victimize them for your own arrogance."

"Oh..." The Prime Minister smiled strangely. "You're pitying them. But you're counting on me? I don't pity them at all." He was suddenly as impassioned as he used to be in his speeches to the whole people, and he slammed his fist on the table: "I repeat, I have no pity at all." Have mercy on them! The Germans chose their fate. This may surprise some. But don't kid yourself, we didn't force the Germans, they gave us the power to rule, and now, their little throats are going to be cut !” [Note 4] Goebbels’ roar echoed in the basement.Berlin took two full steps back, staring straight at Goebbels' thin face.It wasn't fear that drove him back, it was anger.

Those are his people.How could Goebbels... How dare he say such a thing!

Who gave you the power to let them die? !

A primitive instinct buried in the bottom of my heart for a long time resurfaced with the volcanic eruption of anger.Yes, he is the personification of a land, and he exists in this world to protect his land and the people attached to it.He should have been like a hen instinctively protecting its chicks, no matter how limited his own strength is, he would never give in to the fierce and cruel enemies outside.If the threat comes from one's own side, that source should also be eliminated!

At that moment, he wanted to jump over the table, kick him down, strangle him, let him die quickly for the sweet empire he constructed in his dream.He felt that in order to pour out the true hatred in his heart, even if it was a serious violation of the rules of his group, he would not hesitate to do so.But a burst of shelling interrupted his impulse, and when the shaking of the room and furniture passed, reason pulled him back.He was afraid that he would lose control again, so he went out on the pretext of patrolling the streets.

The battle site has been deep into the city center.Knowing that there was no hope, after finishing the inspection in Berlin, he still picked up the binoculars, went to the roof of a bungalow to look around the city center, and thought about which direction it would be easier to come from in case the Jedi counterattacked.

He didn't find a convenient place to break through, but found a familiar corpse.Not far away, it can be seen with the naked eye, and the face and expression of the corpse can be captured more clearly with a telescope.

It's Little Bruck.The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was on his back, his head was slightly tilted to one side, and his oversized hat had been rolled to one side.He closed his eyes, his expression was serene, without pain, just like an ordinary boy who casually fell asleep on the side of the road because he was too tired.There are no obvious wounds on the body, even