Moskowien Ⅱ Nizhny Novgorod

　　Moskowien, Nizhny Novgorod suburban railway line.

　　It is spring now, and the grass around the Nizhny Novgorod suburb has been green again. It was at the junction of two lines of the railway track, where the sound of the locomotive came and went from time to time. The blue sky only allows the eagle with the iron cross to spread its wings and fly high, An MP-50 submachine gun stuck out of the car window.

　　While the Germans could only control large cities and railway lines, Russian farmers were working hard to plant seedlings on the vast Russian farmland. A Russian man wearing a fur hat and a long coat and holding a spade was squatting and digging on the side of the rail, his face covered with black earth, his lips blue, and his teeth chattering.

　　No one knows or cares about the happiness or suffering he experienced, cheap MP-50 submachine gun fire rang out on the suburban railway, the bullets hit the back of the Russian's head and blew his brains out, splashing blood and brain matter on the green wheat seeds. The bloodstains were scattered on the freshly planted wheat seeds, and the body fell into the mud, the legs still moving slightly.

　　Wilhelm Schultz, who was awakened by the sound of bullets, looked coldly through the window from his train berth at the lifeless Russian corpses on the wheat seeds and the blood dripping on the newly planted wheat seeds. "What are you doing? I want to sleep."

　　"We are gambling." Three of William's other comrades held MP-50 submachine guns in front of the window, and Karl Hofer, one of them, lowered his voice. "Damn, did that guy's skull fly off?"

　　"Karl, did you see those Russian women's asses?" Another man in the same berth, named Hans, laughed, "Those are the real Russian beauties, but the women are like a bunch of ugly horses, it's a fucking waste."

　　"You guys are playing Russian roulette, it's so stupid." Wilhelm yawned, turned over in bed, and went back to sleep.

　　"What else is there to do? It's not like the Russians have anything good besides vodka." Dieter, who had been silent until now, interrupted, "We'll have a good time when we get home. It's not as easy here as it is there. There are no pretty women and no nightclubs."

　　"Yeah, the Russians are just a bunch of idiots, and the East Slavic Volksgenossen are no different," Karl replied in agreement.

　　"But, have you seen the East Slavic Volksgenossens with their faces painted red? They are really crazy." Dieter snorted, "But we can't kill them all, and we can't use our guns against them, or we'll be executed."

　　"Don't worry, we're all Wehrmacht soldiers, if anything goes wrong, we can always say we're being disobedient to our officers, and they'll let us go."

　　Wilhelm closed his eyes and ignored these monsters, but he felt that the Russian women's bodies were very warm, and they were much better than the Germans, but they were like animals without human feelings.

　　At the end of May, the snow had not melted completely, and the wind was still cold. "Did you hear what happened in Berlin?" Karl asked the other two people.

　　"I heard that the SS plotted a coup." Hans, the youngest of the three, replied, "And that the Führer was assassinated."

　　"But the army crushed the coup, didn't it?" Dieter sneered. "What kind of shit do you believe in, did you really believe the rumor that Bowman was killed?"

　　"I heard that a few SS officers and some German politicians were sentenced to death and executed. The army didn't kill Bowman, and they even let the SS go, saying they had been deceived."

　　Wilhelm began to fall into a dream, and the train carriage shook regularly. Suddenly, the train came to a stop and a whistle sounded, followed by a few more whistles.

　　"Oh, we've arrived." Dieter pulled the window shut and turned back to Hans. "What bullshit rumors you've been spreading! Don't talk nonsense about things you know nothing about."

　　"I heard my cousin say that..."

　　"Hans, your cousin's an idiot." Dieter's voice grew louder, "We..." A loud noise, and the train window shattered, followed by a hail of bullets, the screams of the men, and the sound of machine gun fire.

　　Wilhelm sat up suddenly and pulled his submachine gun out from under his bed. One rocket shell exploded outside the window, and a huge fireball formed. The flames were burning the windows, and the hot air rushed into the train, and the temperature inside the train rose.

　　"Holy shit!" Hans, who was closest to the window, was blown to pieces, and the rest were burned alive in the fire, and the screams were quickly swallowed up by the flames. The suitcase flew out of the bed, and Wilhelm got under the bed. Wilhelm cast his eyes upon the enemy on the station, and a bullet pierced the suitcase.

　　A group of Russians wearing similar old German field uniforms relied on the train station houses as bunkers, and the machine gun kept firing at the German train. The bullet-ridden corpses were piled up on the platform, and the sound of gunfire was almost drowned out by the sound of the engine.

　　"ROA?" Wilhelm whispered, he fired his submachine gun through the suitcase at the Russians hiding on the station. He could not see clearly through the flames, but he saw the bullet holes in the suitcase.

　　The rocket launcher is PzF 44, German weapons and equipment... The Russian People's Liberation Army is rebelling? Wilhelm's heart sank. In a remote corner of the wilderness, a makeshift shed stands on a slightly elevated hillside. The shed is made of wooden boards nailed together and covered with tarpaulins.

　　Several Russian soldiers pulled off the tarpaulin and grass camouflage, revealing a 20 mm cannon. It was used as a ground-firing heavy machine gun in German heavy machine gun companies and was extremely efficient in killing infantry.

　　Russian soldiers drove trucks loaded with ammunition to the heavy machine gun. They then loaded shells into the chamber and set the trigger. A loud bang rang out, and the 20mm cannon roared, sending the cannon shell flying.

　　The entire infantry regiment of the entire military transport train belongs to the 53rd Infantry Division, which, like the 999th Light Infantry Division, is a light infantry division composed of correctional troops. The 53rd Infantry Division, which was ordered to go to the front A-A line, was unprepared in Nizhny Novgorod, Russia, and the explosive was easily penetrated through the steel armor, and then continued to fire one after another. The cannon fire, like a strong wave of heat, was surging toward the German heavy armored train.

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　　A Russian tricolor flag with the symbol of Rurik flying in the city of Nizhny Novgorod, the emblem is an eagle with a crown, an ancient sword, a hammer and sickle. Rows of uniform Russian soldiers walked through the streets with Prussian goose steps, singing a Soviet marching song, and the residents greeted them as liberators.

　　An old lady wearing a long white dress, and a gray hair walked along the street, and a group of young Russian girls followed behind her. The old lady was carrying a large bouquet of flowers. The black, white and red German flag (which was reinstated after Göring's administration when he abolished the Nazi Party flag to weaken Bormann's Nazi Party) is pulled down and thrown to the ground to be trampled by Russian soldiers. A young Russian girl in a red shirt approaches an old man on a white horse and dressed as an officer, and smiles as she hands him a bouquet of flowers.

　　The old man dismounted and kissed her hand and received her bouquet of flowers. Then the old woman and the crowd threw the flowers and hugged the Russian soldiers. The Russian flag was raised again and waved high, and the young Russian girls began to sing a Russian patriotic song Slavsya.

　　The old man climbed onto the podium that had been prepared and began to speak in Russian, which made no sense to Wilhelm, but it did make him understand that they had not succeeded in their rebellion. A Russian woman approached Wilhelm from behind and shouted something at him in Russian, and Wilhelm raised his arms.

　　The Russian soldiers then lined up all the German prisoners on the main road in Nizhny Novgorod, which had witnessed an ethnic German riot not long ago, and took photos with their cameras.

　　A group of elderly Russians tied Wilhelm's hands behind his back and tied his legs together, then hung him upside down from a lamp post. This is a type of death penalty that originated from the Mongols, which is not only humiliating, but also excruciatingly painful for the victim, as blood rushes to the head.

　　The elderly Russians took out sharp knives and cut off Wilhelm's trousers. The elderly Russians began to cut Wilhelm's buttocks with a knife and shout in Russian. "Stop! Fuck you!" Wilhelm shouted at them in broken Russian, but they just laughed at him.

　　The pain made Wilhelm lose his mind. A group of Russian girls in white shirts danced in a circle around him in high-spirited and frantic leaps, singing in Russian and swaying their white hands. Pair after pair of palms shook Wilhelm to speed up the cerebral hemorrhage, while a middle-aged woman watched Wilhelm's body turn purple in a sadistic way.

　　The middle-aged Russian woman walked slowly forward and looked at Wilhelm's atrophied genitals in contempt. The body sways left and right, and the face is gradually losing its vitality.