Violence is violence, and even when it is whitewashed as an aesthetic of violence, even when it is accompanied by white doves, churches, or even candlelight, it is still just violence. If tying up and then whipping can really make people feel good after being packaged, it doesn't mean that this kind of behavior can be described as good, only that people who think it is beautiful are psychopathic - unfortunately, it seems that in this world, psychopaths are in the majority.

In the process of the bullet flying, there is no mercy and compassion, and even in the face of the merciful and omnipotent Lord, there will not be the slightest idea of evasion. So after being tortured by the 20 mm anti-aircraft guns, when the Germans stormed the inside of the church and engaged in a shootout, more bullets hit the ancient cross crucified Jesus.

The 20-mm anti-aircraft shell hit the thigh of the marble statue of Jesus, leaving a hole in it that was larger than the mouth of the bowl, which cut off almost the entire right leg of the statue and removed a large piece of clothing from the waist. Then 7.92 and 7.62 mm bullets were all over Jesus' body, and everyone opened fire without avoiding God's intentions.

No matter how great the cultural differences between the East and the West in this world are, as far as the gods of the two worlds are concerned, at least they are very similar in personality - whether it is God or Allah, whether it is the Jade Emperor or the Buddha, they will not be angry because someone smashes their statue. If they had been a little more tempered, the Soviet defenders and German soldiers in the Cathedral of Archangel Michael would have been pierced by the thunderbolt.

A bullet fired by an unknown party hit Jesus' palm again, and the place where this bullet hit was obviously not the solid place of the body, so the fingers of the two statues of Jesus were sent flying far away, and in this lively battlefield, no one regretted that such a century-old antique was beaten into worthless tatters for a second.

Because before anyone could mourn the two fingers that flew so far, Jesus' ears flew out. In some of the rooms, the Soviet defenders didn't poke their heads out at all, but just stuck their guns out and fired wildly. The bullets they fired were not accurate at all, so there was a strange smell in the places they hit.

The furnishings of the church had been destroyed by the fierce fighting, and the handrails of the staircase carved out of wood were now red with blood, and they were also covered with holes from bullets from both sides. The walls were littered with signs of battle, either blood or craters carved by bullets, and some of the places that had been baptized by anti-aircraft guns were even more exposed to sunlight.

Knowing that there were still more than thirty rounds of ammunition left in their drums, the Soviet veterans guarding the staircase had to think something about their fate. There were not many soldiers left around him, and just now the German army fired a few more cold shots, and the Soviet side fell a few soldiers who swore to fight to the end.

If it weren't for the fact that the Germans had a very hard time throwing grenades, they would not have been able to hold on to this time at all, after all, the fighting quality of the German army on the opposite side was not given in vain, and it was only a short exchange of fire for such a period of time that you could feel the amazing strong combat effectiveness of the German army.

"I will not abandon my motherland! Comrade Lenin has given me a new life! He is the savior of our family!" the veteran shouted to his comrade-in-arms who was dying after being shot in the ribs, and then rolled over the pile of corpses that had been used as cover. He hurried down the stairs, pointing his submachine gun at the enemies he hated.

"Long live Comrade Stalin!" he shouted a slogan, pulled the trigger, and shot bullets out of his own barrel under the horrified eyes of the German soldiers. The bullets flew through the air and into the bodies of the German soldiers opposite. The German soldiers who were hit by the bullets fell one after another, and for a time everyone was stunned by this deadly counter-charge.

How many experienced German soldiers were hit by bullets and lost their lives so easily, and how many young German recruits were so struck by bullets that they fell to the ground and became a cold corpse -- in just one moment, more than a dozen soldiers on the German side were hit by bullets and lay down wailing.

It turned out that the Germans were not invincible! It turned out that they were just mortals who were shot and died! It turned out that he could destroy them so easily, and it turned out that they were not much stronger than the people on his side! Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and this Soviet veteran felt that he could keep killing all the enemies in front of him!

"Click!" when he continued to pull the trigger, the Bobosha submachine gun in his hand, which was famous for its ammunition reserves, heard a crisp sound of running out of ammunition at the most critical moment. Such a small sound could not have been heard on the noisy battlefield, but the Soviet veteran did hear the crunch sound - like a magic sound from hell.

There are no bullets? This kind of moment when you want to penetrate the enemy, this moment of handsomeness and heroism, there are no bullets? Yes, when you jump out, there are only more than 30 bullets...... I came out to fight for my life, and the previous part of the plug-in rhythm made me forget my situation for a while.

It's just one person and one shot, but you really want to penetrate so many German soldiers in front of you? After you have penetrated it, you can still penetrate the German army behind you? After you have penetrated all of them, you can still kill the German army commander with one shot? One person will hit the headquarters of the German army group? One person will hit the wolf's den? One person will hit Berlin?

He didn't know the joke of the three major illusions in life, and if he had heard it, he would definitely remember the meme that had been used for many years at this moment: "I can fight back." The second that the muzzle of his gun stopped spewing flames, he saw the German soldier raise his weapon at him, and the muzzles of the black holes were aimed at his torso, so he closed his eyes very sensitively.

There was a gunshot in his ears, but he could no longer feel the pain in his body - death was only an instant, and in a matter of seconds, the German soldiers used bullets like raindrops to beat the Soviet opponent who suddenly jumped out to fight back into a sieve. In such a short period of time, there was no bloody plot of reverence, admiration, and sympathy, and for every soldier on the battlefield, there was not much difference between killing a hero and killing a deserter.

No one will stupidly take off his hat at the corpse of an enemy who killed more than a dozen of his comrades, and no one will say a bunch of nonsense to express his respect for the hero's thoughts and feelings, and the instantaneous reaction determines the most direct and normal choice - to shoot the enemy, this is the cruel gap between reality and works of art. There are few beautiful things on the battlefield, so people are more willing to believe that there are beautiful moments on the battlefield, and they are more willing to believe that what they imagine shows the greatness of human nature.

But great things did not happen in this corner at this moment, and the German soldiers, without looking at the Soviet veteran who had fallen next to the corpse of a German soldier, continued to attack in the direction of the staircase. Their mission was to take the church, and there was no reason to give up everything that was at their fingertips now.

With one more soldier sitting on the staircase, it took a little more than a minute before it was lost, and the Germans rushed to the corner, which was littered with the corpses of the Soviet defenders. German soldiers also met with frantic resistance on the second floor, and in some rooms they found dead civilians, most of them hiding in the church, accidentally killed by grenades thrown in by the Germans and a dense fire of quadruple anti-aircraft guns.

With a few thin gunshots, the German soldiers who rushed into the third floor of the church found the big man in the church they were about to find, and one of the army commanders shot and killed all the entourage around him before committing suicide, including several Soviet officers and soldiers in charge of the guard.

He used the most extreme degree he could to end this war of his own, the military flag and some documents of the military department were neatly placed next to his corpse, even in the last moments of his life, he was not willing to destroy these things that he usually cherished the most.

The German soldiers removed these things, then set up machine-gun emplacements in some reverse windows, and they skillfully used the nearby high and low terrain to begin to set up a defensive position that could hold back the German counterattack. Time is precious for them, and no one can say what second the Soviets will blow the horn of a counterattack.

The removal of the bodies was even delayed, and the subsequent battles for German troops to enter nearby neighborhoods were extremely difficult, and they were indeed getting closer and closer to the center of Moscow, but the resistance of the Soviets was becoming more and more stubborn. No one knew how long they would have to struggle in such a ghostly place, so when the command of the 82nd Army got the casualties, Karikoff did not have half a look of joy. He just grabbed the phone numbly and reported to Klug that his troops had captured the Cathedral of the Archangel Michael, and then he hung up the phone in a hurry, because he was afraid to hear congratulations from others.

In Moscow, in the Kremlin's specially built deep underground bunker, Stalin heard Vatutin's voice in the telephone receiver, and he listened to the latest war reports without saying a word, and his mind was full of the core sentence of the commander of the Moscow city defense, whom he had not seen for three days: the Archangel Michael's Cathedral has been lost.

Long Ling thanked everyone for their support and comfort, and saw everyone's messages to Long Ling, Long Ling was really moved. Thank you for bringing us together in this book of the Third Reich, thank you for accompanying us all the way, the dragon spirit will adjust his state as soon as possible and tell you more wonderful stories.