There are three scenes in the whole film that I can't forget. The first is the Russian army landing on the beach, and the German army blocking it on the ground. When the flame-clad Russian soldiers rushed to the battlefield from the beach, the soot floating from time to time, the bright red flames and the stunned look of the German army, I was already conquered by the director.
The second is that the German army used Jews to hold sacrifices, and the Russian army rushed out of the house to carry out a "war of revenge". Gunfights, hand-to-hand combat and even hand-to-hand combat, real and brutal close-quarters street battles between the two armies. The final report was 14 to 6, a figure too small for such an important battle in the history of World War II. But following the camera to see one life disappearing like this, I felt very uncomfortable.
The third is the last field call of the Russian army. "That's the position of our own people." "Yes the Germans are attacking us, otherwise it will be too late, hurry up and fire on us." "Farewell, comrade" (not very good memory, roughly this) heard , the tears could not stop flowing down. The old-fashioned sentimental passages that fired at me, the feeling at this time is so logical and indispensable.
The essence of war is launched by interest groups named as a country to compete or defend interests, but as the war progresses, the original purpose may have changed. "You must leave, or we will not stand for Stalingrad for the country, but for you." But what is a country, a country? government? Tiananmen Square? White House? flag? national emblem? I agree with the Nafirutali family's view, the country is the people, and the country I want to defend is not the people around me who love me and the people I love. What's wrong with fighting for Kaja or fighting for Katyusha.
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