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Volume 2: My Country Nine Hundred and Seventy-seven.  soldier warren katsky

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    The purge in Ukraine is ongoing, and the offensive on the frontal battlefield has not stopped for a moment.

    At this time, General Warren Katzky has become an ordinary soldier.  He didn't complain about his experience. The only thing he cared about was whether he could win the final victory.

    Ah, of course, victory seems so futile, without any hope at all.  But as a soldier, even if you die, you should die on the battlefield.

    The enemy's attacks are coming in waves, and the entire position is filled with smoke and fire.  And there is an unpleasant smell in the air.

    The Russian soldiers around were lying lazily, and an enemy attack had just been repelled.  Warren Katzky's company has only one-third of its soldiers left.

    Judging from the expressions on the faces of these survivors, they do not seem to care about the outcome of the war, or even their own life and death.

    On the battlefield, everyone is numb.

    Why bother thinking about so many things?  No matter how beautiful tomorrow is, what's the use?  Later, there were only two options:

    Surrender or die in battle.

    Let everyone spend every day numbly.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

    "Hey, we have to check the weapons and ammunition." Even at this time, Warren Katzky was still trying his best to boost morale: "Soon, a new enemy attack will be coming!"

    "Come on, Ravel." A sergeant called Warren Katzky's pseudonym here listlessly: "Why do we need to check? We only have these broken weapons and not much ammunition. Anyway, the enemy will start again.  Attack, we don¡¯t know how many people will survive.¡±

    A great sadness arose in Warren Katzky's heart.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®  Morale has hit rock bottom.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

    "Hey, hey, the enemy is coming, prepare to fight!" A second lieutenant who temporarily commanded this face shouted loudly.  The company commander had been killed in the morning.

    Warren Katzky quickly got his machine gun money. At this time, he felt that he was relatively lucky. At least he could continue to fight with the soldiers.

    No one knows his true identity. Everyone only knows that his name is "Ravel" and that he is a new machine gunner just sent by his superiors.

    Of course, some people are confused, why did the superiors send such an old machine gunner?

    German tanks appeared, and there were no anti-tank weapons on the Russian position.  The second lieutenant decided to follow the old method of drawing lots to decide who would kill the enemy tanks.

    A soldier named Biji and Marni were unlucky enough to get the lottery. From their trembling bodies, you can see how scared they were in their hearts.

    Two explosive packets were thrust into their hands.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®  Then the ensign shouted: "Rafl, Rafl, machine gun cover!"

    Warren Katzky¡¯s heart was bleeding. He gritted his teeth and held the machine gun, and a long string of machine gun bullets poured out.  Then, Biji and Marni were chased out like ducks.

    They cautiously approached the enemy tank. When the gunfire subsided slightly, they quickly stood up.  However, as soon as they got up, Marni's body was beaten into a hornet's nest.

    Biji was frightened, and about this time he became mentally confused.  He actually didn't dodge in the face of the enemy's bullets. Instead, he screamed and rushed towards the tank crazily.

    Warren Katzky watched with his own eyes as Biji was hit by an enemy bullet and fell into a pool of blood.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®  Then, he saw something even more terrifying.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®  The German tank just ran over him.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

    Warren Katzky let out a sad cry from his throat, and he pulled the trigger of the machine gun crazily, as if he wanted to fire all the anger and sorrow out of the machine gun!

    But the bullets from the machine gun hit the tank's body "bang bang", but it was unable to cause any damage to it at all.  If there was an anti-tank gun, or any anti-tank weapon, everything would be different.

    "It's a pity that they have nothing but machine guns and submachine guns."

    ¡°Ah, it¡¯s not like there¡¯s nothing, at least they still have their own lives.

    Warren Katzky can now see most clearly why the Russian army was completely defeated. Their weapons are not at the same level as the Germans. The Germans can slaughter the Russians unscrupulously, but the Russians cannot give them any help.  any substantial harm to them.

    In this kind of battle, in addition to passively being beaten,?What else can they do?

    Warren Katzky¡¯s heart was bleeding. At this time, the machine gun became his only companion. Like all Russian soldiers, he had no way of knowing when he would die.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

    At that time, he will be truly free!

    The enemy's attack was finally repelled, but at this time, there were only 11 Russians left in the entire company on the position.

    11 people, not long ago this was a complete company!

    What¡¯s even more frightening is that the Germans did not use all their strength at all. They seemed not to want to seize the enemy¡¯s position at any cost.

    ¡°This is the real battle,¡± thought Warren Katzky.  Use the smallest cost to achieve the greatest victory.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®  The Germans are fully capable and capable of doing this, but what about the Russians?

    The exhausted Warren Katzky shook his head sadly, no, his own army would never be able to do this.  Except Russia can make real change.  !

    At night, the Germans finally temporarily stopped their attack, which gave the Russian soldiers a rare respite after a day of exhaustion.

    "Rafl, this is the phone number from the Army Headquarters. General Dalkerenf wants you to go there immediately."

    At this time, the voice of the second lieutenant interrupted Warren Katzky's thoughts. The companions around him were also a little surprised. A small machine gunner was actually summoned by the commander-in-chief of the group army in person?

    Warren Katzky stood up, how much he hoped that the enemy's sniper could knock him down with one shot.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

    "General Volenkatsky, thank you for your hard work." In his headquarters, General Dalkerenf met his old friend.

    "Ah, I'm not a general now, I'm just an ordinary soldier."

    Listening to the other party¡¯s obviously self-deprecating words, Dalkerenff said regretfully: ¡°You are a very good general, but you should not have offended the Grand Duke.¡±

    "No, I don't think so." Warren Katzky poured himself a glass of wine: "If a country lacks one person who truly dares to speak out, then the country has no hope. People who dare to speak the truth  , may encounter a tragic fate, but I don¡¯t care, because I know that I am dedicated to this country.¡±

    Dalkerenf listened blankly and then sighed deeply: "Yes, General, I am proud to have a friend like you, and I am also even more proud that the country can have a soldier like you.  Proud. But our country doesn¡¯t need people like you.¡±

    He did not continue, but Warren Katzky knew what his friend wanted to say.

    What this country needs is a sycophant like Marshal Donarsky, or someone who dares to resist like Marshal Kolkorok. Unfortunately, Volenkatsky has neither.

    So, in the end, he could only face this ending.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

    Warren Katzky put down the glass of wine in his hand: "Your Excellency, Commander, don't just discuss my problems. Do you have any good opinions on the war?"

    Dalkerenf smiled bitterly: "Actually, we all know the final outcome of the war. The only difference is that you bravely said it, but I couldn't do it. A hopeless war, right? But we are still  We have to persevere hard and wait for the hopeless hope until we are all killed in the battle, or maybe all of us go into the prisoner of war camp. There is no need to persuade me anymore. I don't have the courage like you. I can.  All you have to do is obey.¡±

    Warren Katzki smiled sadly: "Then, I think it's time for me to return to my position."

    "Wait a minute, General Volonkatzky." Dalklenf stopped him: "Are you willing to stay with me? It just so happens that I still need a staff officer here."

    Warren Katzki fully understood the other party's good intentions, but he smiled and shook his head and said: "I feel more pleasant staying with the soldiers."

    Then, he gave his friend one last look and walked out without hesitation.

    "Ravl, what does the commander have to do with you? Do you recognize the commander?" In the position, the second lieutenant named Duff asked curiously.

    Warren Katzky shrugged: "Why do you think I recognize the Commander? I'm just a machine gunner. The Commander came to me just to ask about the situation in the position. You have to know the mood of those big shots.  It¡¯s not something we little people can guess.¡±

    Duff felt relieved and could continue to command the machine gunner.

    It looks a bit cold and desolate, with no fire at all, otherwise the people in the position will become easy targets for enemy snipers.

    Someone sang a Russian folk song softly, and the soldiers listened quietly.

    The singing echoed in the night, sounding so desolate.  Warren Katzky suddenly felt like crying while listening.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

    The sun rose unstoppably as usual, and all the 11 Russian soldiers in the position knew that this was the last moment.

    No matter what, Second Lieutenant Duff is a brave commander. Even if there are only 11 people left in the position, he has no intention of escaping for a long time.

    Those enemy tanks rushed up again, showing off their power, and the Russian soldiers in the position could not resist them at all.

    The machine gun in Warren Katzky's hand was screaming desperately without stopping for a moment. The dense bullets fired at the opponent crazily. Although it could not penetrate the steel armor of those tanks, it could at least stop the infantry charge.

    There is no need to draw lots to decide life or death anymore, everyone will die here in the end anyway.  A soldier picked up the explosive bag and rushed out with a howl.

    He fell, without any suspense, just like everyone else before him.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

    Another soldier fell, and the ground in the position was stained red with blood. The corpses were scattered everywhere, making people feel sad and helpless.

    There is nothing you can do to change this, all you can do is die with these people

    There is no hope, only despair.  The door to heaven is closed, and the only place they can go to is hell.  And there, maybe something even more terrifying is waiting for them.

    They have no capital to fight against anything, including their own fate.

    Lieutenant Duff threw out the grenades one by one with great force. Amidst the constant explosions, he kept urging his soldiers to be brave.

    "Bullets, bullets, I need bullets!" Warren Katzky shouted.

    Lieutenant Duff looked to the side, and soon came to Warren Katzky with a box of bullets, acting as his ammunition hand.

    Now, they are the last two living people left in the entire position.

    "I like you, Lieutenant Duff." Warren Katzky had to raise his voice to let the other party hear what he was saying clearly: "Ah, don't get me wrong, I mean how can you survive?"  He will be a great commander."

    "None of us can survive, that's the case for any one of us!" Second Lieutenant Duff also shouted: "Ravl, tell me, who are you? I always feel that you are not an ordinary soldier."

    "Yes, I am not an ordinary soldier." At this time, Volenkatsky felt that he had nothing to hide anymore: "Do you know the 12th Army? I am Volenka, the commander of the 12th Army.  Tsky!¡±

    "Oh God!" Lieutenant Duff exclaimed: "Are you General Warren Katzky?"

    "Yes!"

    "Ah, I heard about the 12th Group Army. General, I'm so honored to see you here." Second Lieutenant Duff's words were full of curiosity, with the bullet chain beating in his hand: "But, how did you  Why don't you come back here and be a machine gunner?"

    Volonkatsky looked at an enemy who rushed up rashly and fell under his gun: "Because I offended the Grand Duke. Grand Duke Beerstoka, do you know? I offended him, so I  It became what it is now.¡±

    "Ah, that damn Grand Duke?"

    "What, is that what you call him?"

    Lieutenant Duff's eyes were full of contempt: "Yes, we call him that. He is an incompetent waste. I am going to die anyway. I am not afraid to say anything anymore. Can the Grand Duke shoot me again? Everyone  I mean, without him, we wouldn't be where we are now. He's responsible for all of this, General?"

    "Ah, of course I understand." Warren Katzky suddenly became interested: "But the damn Grand Duke wants others to be his scapegoat. Aha, Damn Grand Duke, this is really a good call, hey  "Second Lieutenant, why don't you speak?"

    He turned his head and found that Lieutenant Duff was dead.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®  He didn't know when the bullet hit Second Lieutenant Duff, let alone when Lieutenant Duff died, but anyway, the second lieutenant just left him.

    Now, there is only one Warren Katzky left in the entire position.

    He smiled self-deprecatingly, andThe former commander of the group army is now the only one he has.  But on the opposite side is the enemy who is still menacing.  It's great, it's really good. He never thought that he would have such a result.

    ?Perhaps all of Russia is the same.

    As enemy tanks and infantry approached, Warren Katzky fired the last bullet.  He looked to the side and found no weapons.

    ¡°Ah, no, he also saw a sapper shovel, God knows who the original owner was.  He picked up the engineer shovel, and somehow, he remembered a song from the Soviet era, and he hummed softly:

    "The fields are quiet, the grass does not move and the trees do not shake. Only the melancholy songs float gently in the distance. Listen to the melodious singing, the shepherds are singing, this moving song is missing the good girl The fields  It's quiet, the grass doesn't move, the trees don't move, only the melancholy song is floating in the distance, the shepherd is singing, this moving song is missing.  A touching song, I miss you."

    He kept humming, humming over and over again, and then he walked up to the enemy step by step.

    Several German soldiers looked at this strange Russian. They did not know the identity of the other person, and they pulled the trigger just like any ordinary Russian.

    The bullet penetrated Warren Katzky's body, and he didn't feel a trace of pain.  Ah, it doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt at all. Isn't this what I have been waiting for?  Defend this land with your own blood and defend this country with your own life.

    Someone will die, always.

    Warren Katzky fell on his position, he was the last one to die on this position

    No regrets, no.

    He felt that life was leaving him.

    With hazy eyes, he seemed to be able to see the blue sky and white clouds.

    What a beautiful weather. In this kind of weather, you should take your family, wife and children, make a cup of fragrant coffee, and spend an afternoon leisurely.

    It¡¯s a pity that all this has left me forever.  Never again.  What remains in the memory are always memories.

    He breathed his last breath and closed his eyes forever.

    He is Warren Katzky, the commander of the Russian 12th Army. However, he does not want others to call him that. He prefers others to call him:

    Soldier Warren Katzky!
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