Steel Soviet Union

Malashenko, who was convinced of this idea, left the turret of his car, jumped out of the car, and prepared to do other things, things that a division leader should do.

The ruins of the battlefield where a fierce and short annihilation battle had just broken out were still busy. The heavily armed Red Army infantry soldiers were rummaging through piles of corpses and various death pits to make sure there were still alive SS dregs. , escaped by luck.

As for the half-disabled, seriously injured and fallen SS soldiers who were already dying, the Red Army soldiers holding steel guns did not care whether the SS soldiers were groaning in pain or begging for mercy. When he found someone still alive, he straightened up the rifle with the bayonet in his hand and gave it a sharp click. After the white knife went in and the red knife came out, there was one less SS scumbag who would waste precious medicinal materials.

If an SS soldier is found alive with minor injuries, the Red Army soldiers who follow the procedure will first try to capture him alive. If you can't do that and the SS scum still tries to resist, just raise your hand and give him a shot and reward him with a peanut. There is no need to talk nonsense with these inhumane SS scum.

"Bah! You Russian bastards, Stalin's dogs, don't even think about me begging for mercy from you!"

"What is this bastard beeping about?"

"I wonder, who would be interested in a barking dog? Are you interested in a dog's barking?"

"Haha, good point! Why do people need to understand how dogs bark? Just kill them.

Bang bang bang——

The conversation between German and Russian is basically the same as talking between a chicken and a duck.

The brainwashed and fanatical wounded SS soldiers did not understand Russian and cursed loudly in a relatively poor German that was obviously not their native language.

The Red Army soldiers who worked in teams of two to clean the battlefield also couldn't understand German, and of course they didn't even bother to learn and understand it. No matter what the German stick shouted, it would never be an excellent compliment. Just looking at the ferocious expression on his face, he looked like he wanted to eat people.

The soldier, who had long been used to this kind of lunatic German stick, raised his hand and pulled the trigger of Bobosha, and whisked away the Nazi who was fanatically loyal to the Nazis.

"The war is obviously over, but the sound of gunfire is still heard. I always find this a bit ironic, Comrade Division Commander."

I don’t know when, as the deputy director of the division field hospital, Dr. Karachev, who personally led a team to the battlefield ruins to treat the wounded, was now standing next to Malashenko and quietly spoke to Malashenko. Ke stared at the scene just now with a rather complicated expression.

"What do you mean? Be clear."

Malashenko's brows furrowed a little, and the vague meaning expressed by Karachev didn't seem so pleasant.

"In the education I have received, the war is over when the war is over. The killing has completely stopped when the bell rings, at least it should be so. But now I don't know how to say it or how to describe it. My mood and everything I saw and heard after returning to my motherland were so different from what I imagined. There are some things that I still can’t fully accept, but I’ve been trying to adapt to them as soon as possible.”

After all, young Kalachev is a top student who climbed out of the ivory tower of the university. His understanding of the cruel battlefield is still partly in the beauty of imagination. People with richer knowledge reserves and higher education levels are actually more likely to think more.

If you can't discern the truth and stick to something unshakable to think about, it's normal to feel confused and overwhelmed, just like Karachev is now.

This has nothing to do with how good his medical skills are or how high his academic qualifications are. It is just the normal behavior that an ordinary person should have after witnessing a killing that exceeds his understanding and imagination. Knowing this, Malashenko did not intend to delve into Karachev on such a trivial matter. Instead, he planned to send him a few words as a comrade of the division commander.

"Don't pity those scum of the SS, if you know what dirty and cruel things they have done in this land that is your motherland, things that cannot be accurately described in words."

"Believe me, you will feel like you are taking advantage of these SS scum by killing them with one shot. Dig hundreds of people into the pit and bury them alive, and drive all the innocent villagers who are just suspicious but have no evidence into the barn. They poured gasoline on them and burned them alive. Family members of the guerrillas, regardless of gender, hung them on poles or trees, and hung wooden signs around their necks to continue showing off."

"These things were actually done by these SS scum that make you feel pity on the land beneath our feet. Iushkin and Artyom even found a big pit where people were buried alive a few days ago. , just behind the village where the encirclement point was settled. If you feel pity for this kind of garbage, who will pity them? Who will provide justice for them?

"I can tell you this, to be precise. Even if these scum of the SS can be captured and taken away alive and intact today, they will have to pay with their lives for the blood and sins stained on their hands. They They will work hard in prison camps and mines until they die of exhaustion, and after death, their bodies will be used to nourish the soil and grow new life. "

"This is the battlefield of the Great Patriotic War! There is no bullshit chivalry or sympathy here. After facing the dregs of the SS, there is only cruelty, blood and killing on the battlefield."

"I am telling you this personally to make you recognize the reality clearly and not to have any illusions about our enemies. They have done things to our people and comrades that are a thousand times more cruel than killing them with a single shot. You Your medical skills and medicine are used to save your comrades. No enemy prisoners will use your medical skills and medicine today. Remember this!"

Malashenko, who has reached the rank of major general commander of the tank corps, rarely gives people such "nonsense" anymore. He kept saying that for the first half of the day, even Malashenko himself was bored. It was better to sit down, have a rest and smoke a cigarette. Becoming an immortal is real.

The reason why Malashenko is willing to give Kalachev a heartfelt and sincere apology is because he really regards Kalachev as one of his own and considers him very important. Kalachev, who constantly maintained the life of Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, was Malashenko's great benefactor. Malashenko could not repay this kindness, but said a few words to Kalachev, so that the young man who returned from the United States could understand the reality and return to his country. What does it matter?

"Okay, I'm going to have a look over there, do what you should do, and remember what I just told you."

"Comrade Division Commander, I have been looking for you for a long time and you are here. I just received a telegram from the Front Army Headquarters. Our Comrade Commander of the results of the battle has been informed. He asked us to prepare and hand over the work to his deputy first, and then go to the Front Army Headquarters in the evening. Once, there will be an important meeting hosted by him in person, and both of us have to be present."

"Meeting tonight?"

Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Comrade Political Commissar who quietly ran over. Malashenko, who did not show any displeasure on his face, was a little confused at the moment, and blurted out almost subconscious words in an instant.

"This is not like Comrade Commander's style. Why should such an important meeting be postponed until night? Is he busy with anything now?"

Facing Malashenko's subconscious question, Comrade Political Commissar quickly gave an answer after thinking about it for a moment.

"I heard from the liaison officer sent by the front army headquarters to our division that Comrade Commander seemed to have gone down to inspect the troops. Small-scale fighting in some directions is still continuing, and some Germans have not received the order to surrender and are still resisting. Marshal Zhukov also advised him to bring more guards, but Comrade Commander was in a hurry and set off without many people, hoping that he would not encounter any danger. "