sinovels Chapter 29 29
Chapter 29 29
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Great Soviets, great Bolsheviks, explain to me what is going on here?
Sasha's words are so informative that it's frightening. Julian and Sasha were born in the Gulag?Isn't that the place where reform-through-labor prisoners are held?How could they be reform-through-labour prisoners?
Cheka?Sasha belongs to the KGB, so he naturally belongs to the Cheka, but Julian...
Also, they don't like any of them, so I...
My lips began to quiver and my smile stiffened.
Sasha glanced at me, showed a gentle and long smile, and patted my head.
"Don't worry, that's all in the past. People change, don't they?"
"Ice and snow sometimes melt."
He looked at the steeple of the church outside the window, his eyes became melancholy and drifted far, far away.
There was heavy snow and a wild and bitter cold.
"Julian and I have known each other since we were five years old, and we have had a friendship since then. We are all the same, proud and lonely children."
"Become the latest Gulag prisoner at the age of ten, following politically guilty parents."
"We had a really tough time there and after two years..."
Sasha paused: "There is a man, hehe, there is a man, he suddenly said that he would select a few outstanding children from among us and go to the Cheka to do the 'dirty work'."
He suddenly laughed and lowered his head: "That's it, Julian and I left the Gulag smoothly. We left our parents and relatives behind, and just left like this."
"That man..." I asked softly, "Is it Beria?"
Sasha looked up in surprise, then smiled softly: "You're pretty smart."
"and then?"
"And then, Rhine, you know Cheka, huh, in Lubyanka we did a lot, a lot of dirty work..."
"Unbelievable, dirty work."
It was very difficult for Sasha to speak, and the movement of his Adam's apple seemed to become stagnant.Suddenly, my heart ached and I hugged him.
"No, don't say any more, Sasha, my good Sasha, it's all over."
I could feel Sasha trembling slightly, and I regretted opening his scars just to satisfy a damned curiosity.
I understand, Sasha, you are a doctor, and your hands are meant to save lives.
I kissed his pale cheek lightly and said, "It will get better and better in the future, won't it?"
"I heard that Beria wants to reverse the purge, grant amnesty to the Gulag, rehabilitate those who participated in the "Murder of Doctors", and the KGB is now..."
"No." Sasha's voice suddenly increased a few degrees: "Who told you this? Did you read the news yourself? Or was it circulated inside the Stasi? Rhine, remember, keep everything in your heart, Everything you hear and see may not be true. You have to know that the current situation is really complicated and dangerous."
He held my face in his hands and said seriously: "So, you have to listen to Julian's words carefully, and don't regret that he hit you, you know?"
"He really cares for you." Sasha stroked my face: "He really likes you too, I can see that."
"You must trust him."
I blushed, not knowing how to respond.Sasha explained to me a few more words and left the consulting room. I think it's time to leave now.
Before I left, I saw Sasha bandaging a young girl's injured arm.His movements were so gentle, like the good Samaritan in the Bible, afraid of making the girl frown.He was talking to her with a smile while wrapping the gauze. Such a person seemed to have nothing to do with the Gulag, Cheka, or KGB.
I think his soul really has nothing to do with those.
The turbulence of the current situation is beyond my imagination, and the time soon came to June.Summer in East Berlin has never been so gloomy, and I still remember the roar of tanks driving down Stalinstrasse that day.In the midst of the smoke, I suddenly realized that there was a constant undercurrent under all the calm surfaces.
When the undercurrent breaks out, the storm will come.
On the afternoon of June 6th, when I was hiding in the jeep and eating cold black bread after going out on a mission, the window glass of the car was suddenly smashed by a hammer. Before I could swallow the half-chewed bread, I I heard a rough and hoarse voice yelling at me full of anger: "Soviet lackey! Russian dog!"
What caught my eye was a vicissitudes of face, dressed in construction worker's clothing, he was dragged away by his companions before I could react.
"Damn it! What are you doing with them! They're useless lice, flies!"
"Go to the government building!"
"Tear off their posters!"
A group of people walked out of the vocational school in a mighty way and joined the parade of construction workers.While shouting slogans, they smashed the car with a hammer.The cars and bicycles on the side of the road were not spared, and they shouted "We don't want the People's Army, we want butter. Useless mustaches, get off the stage."
Soon there were more people, and I realized it was a protest against recent food price hikes and longer working hours, and the line of construction workers kept marching towards the government building.Along the way, fellow travelers continued to join in, and the demonstration team soon exceeded 1000 people.
The situation was not optimistic, especially for a secret policeman like me who was still out alone in a Stasi uniform. I quickly took off my uniform and slipped out of the jeep, hiding in a dark alley on the corner of the street.Swarms of police arrived shortly after and dispersed the crowd, but they were soon back together.They frantically tore down SED campaign posters and cursed Ulbricht loudly.For a while, even the police were helpless.
"Gather at Strausbergplatz at seven o'clock tomorrow morning."
A tall leader announces with a tweeter.Subsequently, the team temporarily disbanded.I fled back to the jeep in a hurry, only to find that the food and water in it had been looted.
Even my Stasi uniform was taken away.
I curled my lips, feeling quite surprised, and hurried back to the Stasi headquarters.
There was complete chaos there, all high-level officials gathered together to hold an emergency meeting, and soon after, various task instructions were distributed to everyone, and all the instructions were gathered into one sentence——
"Assist the Martial Council in suppressing tomorrow's protests."
Suppression, what kind of suppression method?
After I saw Minister Zeisel with a gloomy face come out of the conference room, I received a special call from the military control committee. On the other side, Milk was calling all the action police to gather urgently, even our counterintelligence reconnaissance department All team members have to participate in the action.
The time soon came to the early morning of the next day, and the Strausberg Square was already crowded with people.
Initially, people called for increased wages and reduced working hours, but over time, the content of the slogan changed—increased government transparency, improved quality of life... Later, it developed to call for democratic elections, open speech, and reunification of the two Germanys.
By noon, the number of people participating in the protest had increased to 3 to 5.More than 1.5 people gathered on Stalin Avenue alone.Holding banners with the slogan "Free Election" in their hands and shouting "Join us, protest together," the ranks grew larger.
We, the secret police, stood aside and were on standby, because the marchers did nothing but talk and talk.However, by around one o'clock in the afternoon, the streets were already full of people.As traffic ground to a halt, demonstrations took on an increasingly violent tone, with people tearing up ruling party flags and toppling newsstands along the road.
With a face full of reluctance, Philip sighed and said, "Let's go, I have to take care of it now."
I don't know who fired the first shot, and the whole crowd suddenly became restless. Suddenly, I heard a rumbling buzzing sound. Under this sound, even the gunshots became weak and elongated. Looking at the neck, I found several Soviet tanks appeared at the end of the street, and gradually more and more, countless Soviet Red Army also appeared from all directions.
Soldiers and tanks divided the march, and some demonstrators fought back with rocks.At the beginning, we just fired guns to demonstrate and intimidate; as the scope of the clearing operation continued to expand, there were casualties among the demonstrators.Violence began to intensify, and police officers and demonstrators continued to be injured.
There were screams and shouts one after another, I was separated from my teammates in the crowd, and soon got involved in the chaotic flow of people.The violence intensified, and the demonstrators began to snatch the police's weapons and pick up rocks to fight the Soviets.
The peaceful streets in the past suddenly filled with gunpowder smoke and dust soared into the sky. I coughed up tears, and something hit my head with a bang. I was dizzy and staggered.
After finally holding on to the street lamp to stand firm, watching the leaders of the parade shouting with their horns, I only felt disgust and powerlessness in my heart.
Can this change?
Can this drive the Soviets away and realize the unification of the two Germanys?
Even if they are unified, will life be better?
Are Americans more kind?
It's just wishful thinking, time goes back a few years, and the whole of Europe is living under the nightmare we brought.Today's divided country is nothing but a merciless punishment for us.The crimes that have been committed will never be forgotten, no matter on which side.
Coughing violently, I tried my best to get out of the crowd, and I would help people who were trampled to the ground. At this time, the scene was so chaotic that it was difficult to distinguish the demonstrators from the police. I climbed onto a high platform and walked far away. From a distance, I saw a flash of silver appearing on the rear camp of the Soviet Red Army.
It's Julian...
God!He actually came out to direct the suppression in person?
At this moment, the military police pulled in more prison cars, and directly grabbed the demonstrators and sent them to the cars.Suddenly, I found a familiar figure surrounded by the crowd, who was shouting slogans hoarsely with a trumpet.
I was horrified to see that it was Andy!
damn it!damn it!damn it!
Andy!why are you here!
Several military policemen under Milk quickly focused their attention on him, picked up their weapons and ran towards him. The ground, I rushed up to protect him almost without thinking.
"Back off! I want to catch him!"
"All leaders must sit in the prison van, Captain Muller, please get out of the way!"
The military police headed by me was about to attack. I guarded Andy behind me and stared at him coldly. He was obviously stunned, and then aimed his gun at me.
"Captain Müller, are you a counter-revolutionary?"
I cursed angrily: "Fuck you counter-revolutionary, I said he is the one I want to arrest!"
"Is it the person you want to arrest, or yours?"
I was shocked, this person actually wanted to label me.I don't know where the courage came from. I pulled his gun and put it on my chest: "Come on! If you have the ability to shoot! I want to see who is the counter-revolutionary! It is the person who killed the state police. , or the person who carried out the task of suppression!"
He was frightened by my actions, and after reacting, he smiled sullenly: "Then I can only look forward to seeing him in the prison car, goodbye Captain Muller."
I cursed viciously at those military and police officers, then picked up the panicked Andy and dragged him towards the side of the road.The military and police looked at each other meaningfully, then quickly left and ran towards the next leader.
I just carried Andy to the side of the road, and before I could say a few words, my whole body shivered, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over my head.
I turned around in a daze, and met Julian's cold gaze on the command vehicle.
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PS: This event is a real historical event that can be checked on Baidu Encyclopedia, and the description is also a reference to the domestic official news report, June 2013, 6 "Youth Reference" 26 edition (reporter Zhang Hui).Just for plot needs, without any subjective color.Historically, it was the previous Marshal Vasily who commanded.