On the evening of April 25, when the Soviet Red Army rushed into New Karen, the atmosphere was unusually quiet, and the residents of the town were hiding in basements. <-> They suddenly felt a vibration on the ground. This was a tank moving along the street in the community. Soon, a burst of fresh air blew in, and the candle began to flicker, indicating that the door had been opened. The first word they heard in Russian was "hi". A soldier from Central Asia burst in with a submachine gun and stole their rings, watches and jewelry. Gerda's mother hid Gerda under a pile of clothes. Later, another soldier came in and asked Gerda's sister to go out with him, but the latter held the child in her lap and buried her head. The soldier asked a man in the basement to tell her, but the man deliberately pretended not to understand what he meant. The soldier tried to take her to a room next to the basement, and he kept pointing to that room, but she just held the child in her lap and remained motionless. The confused young soldier became a little overwhelmed and then suddenly left.
When the morning of April 26 came, they found that they had barely slept a wink all night. They later heard that some terrible things happened that night: a butcher's 14-year-old daughter was shot dead on the spot because she refused to obey the Soviet army's power. Gerda's sister-in-law, who lived not far from here, was shot dead that night. A group of soldiers massacred them, and their whole family hanged themselves. Their parents died, but Gerda's sister-in-law was cut by a neighbor when she was hanging. She survived and was taken to Petersson's apartment. They all saw it. The strangle marks on her neck; when the young woman saw her surroundings clearly and understood that she had been rescued but her parents were dead, she almost collapsed.
The next night, the family decided to leave the basement. They all squeezed into a living room for safety in numbers. There were more than twenty women and children crowded there. Mrs. Petersson hurriedly hid Gerda, her other daughter, and her daughter-in-law under a table, which was covered with a tablecloth that almost reached the floor. Soon Gerda heard Russian voices. Then I saw Red Army soldiers approaching the table, so close that I could almost reach out and touch their leather boots. The soldiers dragged three young women out of the room, including Kalman. Gerda heard Kalman scream, and she felt a little strange because Kalman called her name, and she didn't know why at the time. The screams eventually turned into sobs.
While the soldiers were still venting their bestial desires on these unfortunate women, Mrs. Petersson made up her mind. "They'll be back," she said to the three others under the table. She told them to follow her and took them to the bomb-destroyed top floor where an elderly woman still lived. Gerda spent the night curled up on the balcony, making up her mind. If the Russians came upstairs, she would jump down. However, their biggest worry is how to prevent their children from crying. Gerda suddenly remembered that she was still carrying the malt tablets provided by the German Air Force pilots. Whenever the child cried, she would put a malt tablet into the child's mouth. When it dawned the next day, they saw that the child's face was purple from suffocation, but this method worked.
It was safe in the morning, because the Soviet soldiers either fell into a deep sleep after venting their animalistic desires for a night, or returned to the fighting. Then they all returned to their rooms. What unfolded in front of these blonde girls was a strange scene. Their beds had been used by these Soviet soldiers who were worse than beasts. They also saw the brothers' defense uniforms neatly placed on the ground and carefully inspected. Great dominate
Gerda found Kalman and tried to comfort her. I also wanted to know why she called her name over and over again. The moment his eyes met hers, Kalman showed a hint of hostility, and Kalman suddenly understood. "Why me and not you?" That's why she called Gerda by her name. The two never spoke a word again.
Although the situation is roughly the same, no one can predict what will happen after the Soviet soldiers arrive. In another urban area. As the sounds of fighting died down, panicked civilians heard a heavy bang on the bunker door. Then, a soldier carrying a submachine gun walked in. "Hello. I'm Russian!" he greeted them cheerfully and left without even touching their watches. Another group of soldiers came in two hours later and were very violent. They grabbed Bozelle, a 14-year-old child who was more than 6 feet 1 inch tall and had blond hair. "You are an SS!" one of them shouted. They are more like announcing something than asking a question. They seemed determined to shoot him. The child was horrified, and others in the room finally managed to dissuade the soldiers, telling them with hand signals that it was just a student.
Although Bozelle is still a child, he is already very tall. He felt hungry all the time, so he cut up the horse that had been killed by the bomb, and thenThen he took the horse meat home and gave it to his mother to store in vinegar. He did it very naturally, without any timidity. What surprised and impressed the Soviet soldiers was that the Berliners, who were born and raised in the city and were not "kulaks and landowners", could cleanly skin a dead horse until only the bones were left, with such speed. Fast, his hands and feet are no less agile. Sensing that the Russians liked children, Bozeller took his three-year-old sister to a nearby Soviet soldiers' campsite. The soldiers gave them a piece of bread with a thick layer of butter on top. The next day they gave him some soup. However, later he heard that nearby women had been raped by the Soviet army, so Bozelle hid her mother and a neighbor in the basement of a media kiln for three days.
In addition to guarding against bullying by the Soviet army, the war greatly affected the hygiene standards of the Germans. Their clothes and skin were covered with plaster and dust from the ruined masonry buildings, and there was no water at all. Wash your clothes and face in luxury. In fact, some clever Berliners had begun boiling water and storing it in jars, knowing that reliable drinking water would be what was most needed in the days to come.
There are very few hospitals in Berlin that do not have evacuees. These hospitals are full of wounded and many new patients have been turned away. To make matters worse, only the basement can be used as a ward. When Berlin was first bombed, medical staff could move patients downstairs when the air-raid sirens sounded, but now the artillery bombing is so frequent that medical staff can no longer hear the sirens at all. A woman who voluntarily attended the medical service saw chaos in the hospital and some patients whose "faces were wrapped in bloody bandages, bloodless and very pale."
A French surgeon who operated on fellow prisoners of war described operating on a wooden table in the basement: "There is almost no anesthesia, and the surgical equipment is rarely sterilized." There was no water to wash the surgical clothes, and lighting relied on two Bicycles with generators are provided.
Getting official help from Germany was practically impossible, and many wounded soldiers and children were cared for in the basements by mothers and girls. This situation was extremely dangerous because if a soldier was seen in the basement, the Russians would use the entire room as a defensive position. In order to prevent this from happening, women usually took off the wounded's military uniforms and burned them, and took the spare clothing from upstairs to put on the wounded. There was another danger: some members of the Volkssturm decided to sneak back home before the Russians arrived, leaving a large amount of weapons and ammunition behind. As soon as women found a gun, they immediately found a way to get rid of it. It was said that if the Red Army found weapons in a building, they might execute everyone inside.
The community¡¯s water pump house once again became a place for people to exchange information because official news has become unreliable. A newspaper named after Berlin's symbol, the armored bear, said the Germans had recaptured Oranienburg. Since the radio transmitters had been controlled by the enemy, Goebbels' propaganda ministry - known to Berliners as "Prome" - could now only agitate the people by distributing leaflets:
"Citizens of Berlin! Hold on. Wenck's army is coming to rescue us. If we hold on for a few more days, Berlin will be liberated." Seeing that several Soviet armies are now approaching the center of Berlin, people are increasingly distrustful of the single-handedly A single German army group could free Berlin. However, many people still imagined that the Americans would come to their rescue, even though Stalin's siege of the city had dashed their hopes.
In addition to the citizens of Berlin who were affected by the war, the Soviet army also did not feel well.
Colonel Sebelev is an engineering officer of the 2nd Tank Army stationed in the Siemensted District northwest of Berlin. He and some officers sat on the top floor of a building to issue orders to the troops, while the signalmen and orderlies Running around from time to time.
His troops were advancing towards the center of Berlin, with gunfire and fireworks everywhere. Soldiers ran from building to building and carefully climbed through yards.
The German defenders who were still resisting fired at the Soviet tanks from behind windows and doors. However, the Soviet tank crews adopted a smarter tactic. They advanced not along the center of the street, but along the sidewalk. Some used cannon and machine gun fire on the right side of the street, others on the left, quickly driving away the Germans at the windows and doors. (To be continued.)