Chapter 924

A group of SS etiquette soldiers, armed with guns in both hands, stood in two rows like pines and cypresses. Each of them had strict selection criteria for height, and each soldier had the purest Aryan blood. Their appearance is the most regular Germanic face, so in the M35 helmet set off, it looks handsome and straight.

Among them, people in black suits, black SS uniforms, and army gray green gowns stand in a huge square with their heads down. In front of them is the tall and thin head of state, the lonely figure.

He just stood so quietly, like a statue standing there, and not far in front of him was a polished coffin. In this coffin lies the former Prime Minister of the Empire, the former Prime Minister of the Empire.

Acardo stood here. He remembered that when the cemetery was completed, Augustus had a conversation with him here. The old man once said to acardo, "it's a kind of luck for them to lie here, because we are still alive. We can only carry on their unfinished ideals and go on."

As the supreme dictator of the Empire, akado would like to say to Augustus lying in the coffin: it's really lucky for you to lie here, but is it a cowardly escape to leave the mess in the Empire to others?

He really wanted to rush up and pull the thin body out of the coffin, then grabbed the body by the collar and yelled: "you get up quickly, so many rotten things are waiting for you to deal with. The Empire needs you, me... And you."

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On the ruins of "my son" Stalingrad, a woman wails and extends her hand to her son. The body lying in a pile of broken steps has no chance to hear her mother's voice.

Several ragged civilian men and women tugged at the crazy woman to prevent her from interfering with the simple funeral. Several good neighbors are helping to dig a shallow grave to bury the poor child.

Just a few hours ago, the lively boy was still cleaning the boots of German soldiers stationed nearby to make money. Many Ukrainian soldiers, as well as German soldiers, had high salaries. They used chocolate and tins to pay their bills. They asked the Soviet civilians who lived in the occupied areas to help them wash clothes or clean shoes.

But now it seems that another shoeshine craftsman with good craftsmanship has disappeared in this world. He no longer runs on dangerous positions for his stomach, nor does he have to nest in the corner of the ruins and cover his ears to spend the night of gunfire. For the people in this city, death really seems to be a relief, a kind of desire to make their relatives sad and beautiful to the extreme.

"God will be with him, and he will live a happy life in a beautiful heaven." Over there, the guest priest is an old man with a beard. He is the "Baozhang" appointed by the German in the nearby occupied area, a role similar to that of a manager.

However, it is obvious that he does not often do this kind of funeral work, so his lines are a little too bad. Of course, this is a pretty good funeral. After all, 99 people who die every day in Stalingrad will not have such a funeral of their own.

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"Shooting" with a shout of the ceremony host, the orderly guard of honor raised the steel gun in their hands, as if it were cloned. These soldiers completed the command of raising the gun with the same action from the same angle. The sound of clothes rubbing converged into a "Hula" sound, which spread far away.

The crowd began to stir up a little. Many women in black dresses began to wipe their tears with white handkerchiefs. The officers held their hats, most of them slightly lowered their heads. The whole atmosphere was so sad that they could not help shaking their heads. The faint cry was even more sad.

Augustus had maintained a very good relationship with the national defense forces all his life, so most of the leading generals came to attend the state funeral except the generals on the eastern front. What's more valuable is that the senior leaders of the SS also regard the old man as their best friend, so the SS generals attending the funeral seem to be in full swing.

Because Augustus formulated a variety of excellent policies to stabilize the country, which made Germany's economy revitalize, and these policies made the German people live an unprecedented good life. So along the way, Berlin's civilians had a lot of funerals, and the scale of funerals in the cemetery was so large that the living people envied it.

The Fuehrer personally helped the coffin, the super standard ceremonial team, the funeral list of hundreds of people, and even the governor of the British occupied territories rushed back. The location of the cemetery where father Augustus was buried is the closest to the center of the whole cemetery. As we all know, the most central place here is the "location" of the head of state.

"Bang" with a uniform gunshot, the smell of gunsmoke diffused. The clergy with a huge silver cross on his chest recited the mourning scriptures in a low voice. As a devout Christian, Augustus even consulted the Roman Catholic Church about the funeral process. Who could have thought that a telephone with three scriptures in the middle of the night would span thousands of kilometers, Is it more reasonable to wake up the most powerful God in the papal chamber just to ask how to bury a dead man? When power reaches a certain level, even God has to fear three parts.

Out of order, the middle-aged man, who was expressionless, stepped the ice cold shovel into the rubble and soil, and then pushed forward with all his strength and dug up a mess of dirt. He twisted his body, threw the shovel of earth into the grave and covered it with the rag wrapped around the body of the little boy. The sky is overcast, it seems that there is going to be a heavy rain, but no one cares about that, because the sky still can see the stuka-2 bomber looking for the target to drop bombs, still can hear the rumble of guns and the rolling sound of machine gun fire in distant places. The child's mother was still crying bitterly because her man had died in battle a month ago, leaving her and her only son to live a hard life in Stalingrad. Originally, she was not very friendly to the arrival of the German army. After all, her husband was screened by these outsiders. But life has to go on. No matter how bitter she is, she still has to raise her son. So at last, she does some sewing, mending and washing at home, and her young son, like several children nearby, cleans shoes for the German occupation army. Who knows the good time is not long, a Soviet shot hit her son's side, there is no German shadow nearby, so only a few teenagers died. The civilians in the neighborhood didn't want their children to be exposed in the wilderness, so they held such a simple funeral. In such a hellish City, no one knows whether he will die the next second. But we are still trying to maintain their last bit of decency, adhere to draw out the difference between themselves and the beast. Although the people attending the funeral were all ragged, they could see that they had arranged their clothes. The shovel was thrown again, and some of the soil was covered with the child. The pale face was splashed with mud. It seemed very distressed. When everyone stopped talking, women's crying voice became more sharp and piercing“ He was just like my father... "Akado read the written eulogy into the microphone in a trembling voice. He didn't ask others to revise the eulogy he wrote himself, as if he were a child mourning his elders. At the end of the funeral, all of them raised their right hands, forming an ocean. Although there is no cry of shaking the earth and mountains, there is no familiar slogan, but the great German ceremony is still so solemn, still so passionate Two ordinary pieces of wood were tied into a cross and inserted in front of the small tomb. There was no tomb owner's name or delicate wreath on it. But everyone knows that this is a cemetery, because behind the cemetery, there are 300 identical objects, most of which are hung with broken helmets, some of which are German and some of which are Soviet. Next to the wall of the building, a group of German soldiers lean on their backpacks, sundries and ammunition boxes, coldly watching Soviet civilians bury their dead children. A lot of people talk to each other, but they don't make any more jokes. The voices of these soldiers were lowered a little, and the deep eyes under their helmets were fixed on the devout people who seemed to be doing mass. A young German soldier stood out from the center of a group of German soldiers, looking at his clothes. He should be a Grenadier unit belonging to the 14th armored force of the main force of the N group army. The young man, carrying a G43 semi-automatic rifle, walked up to the Soviet who was just about to disperse and stopped the silent people in Russian“ Your son has polished shoes for many of us. We love to chat with him. " The young German soldier handed his pocket to the mother of the deceased: "we have some potato flour here, which may not be very delicious... But please accept our wishes." The German killed her husband and the Soviet killed her son. The woman didn't know whether to refuse the alms of the enemy. Numbly, she took the bag and staggered to the ruins where she lived. The third empire discussion group 280015943, everyone has been asking recently, so I sent it again. Friends who like this book or Kan Dashan can add it