Steel Soviet Union

"Schroun, if we continue like this, we're not far from being doomed! You'd better think about what to do quickly!"

Loud roaring words came from the radio and echoed in Major Schroun's ears. The person on the other end of the radio obviously couldn't guess what was going on in his commander's head. Similarly, Major Schroun could not guess the other party, but this was not important to him now. Facing this situation that he had never dreamed of, Major Schroun had no intention of caring about it.

"Surrender, Finn, before it's too late."

"Did I hear you correctly? What did you say!? Surrender!?"

The sound coming from the other end of the radio was full of disbelief and disbelief, as if "I was waiting for you to give the order to fight to the death, but you told me to stop here." It was hard to imagine that such a thing could be true. .

"We have fought hard to this point, how can we just give up like this? Are we fighting hard just to surrender now?"

Major Schroun didn't want to talk too much anymore. This series of cruel blows without any hope had completely destroyed his will. At this time, even being shot and dying quickly was a relief.

What drove him to continue giving orders over the radio was simply his final duty as the commander of this force.

"Give up the resistance, Finn. Look at those Russians. What else can you see except those Stalin VIs that look like turtle shells? We can't even attack their positions, so how can we survive in this situation? Talking about victory? Such a fight is meaningless. Respecting the last sacred value of life is our only option.”

"You are still the same religious believer who talks so much about theism, and you haven't changed at all."

No matter what the two people think, at least the final result is consistent.

Malashenko, who had already made plans to completely crush these Germans, was about to add more force. A white flag suddenly stretched out from the turret of an unknown King Tiger, which disrupted Malashenko. Branch's plan.

"That's it? It's gone!? Do these fascists think this is a game? We haven't even tried hard yet, so we're surrendering?"

Iushkin plays the role of his talkative complainer as always, as if such a person is indispensable for the protagonist of every story.

Malashenko, who had become accustomed to such results, adjusted his commander's periscope and squinted to take another confirming look. After seeing a considerable number of German armored soldiers leaving their vehicles and jumping out of the vehicle with their hands raised, Malashenko could finally say with certainty: This is indeed the end of all this.

"It's over. These German guys have given up. They can still understand the situation."

Either fight to the death or choose to give up. The final result will only be one of these. Malashenko understands and clearly knows this. The German guys on the opposite side just chose the latter, which was not too surprising after all.

Beating the Germans until they surrendered was a common thing for Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, which they had experienced countless times.

The Red Army soldiers who had not had time to rush forward to fight the Germans at close range quickly reacted and followed their own tanks that were leading the way. They held their weapons tightly and remained on guard until they were close to the Germans. Start the final work.

"Everyone line up in a row, stand still and don't move! Be honest!"

"You, what about you! Raise your hands high so that I can always see them above your head!"

"Let's go, hurry up! You damn fascist, do you want to take a shot?"

Compared with the Japanese devils who like to fake surrender and the more distant Vietnamese monkeys, these Germans are not without their advantages. At least they are very honest. To say surrender means to truly surrender. So far, Malashenko has never encountered Germans who pretended to surrender collectively. At most, there are one or two die-hards who have been completely brainwashed and want to cause trouble. Special cases can be ignored directly.

Since you surrendered simply, I might as well do some good deeds and give you decent prisoner treatment. It's not difficult to do.

The German prisoners standing in a row were walking obediently under the escort of the Red Army soldiers and did not dare to move rashly. Malashenko did not intend to kill any of them to kill anyone unless other circumstances occurred. For fun, this is actually pretty good now.

"These German guys are really getting worse day by day. After the artillery fire, the planes dropped bombs, and we charged again, it was over, it was over. You know what I mean, this battle is really going on. I don't want to see more comrades sacrifice." , but the gap is really too big, or the change is too big? Whatever, it’s different from before.”

Malashenko, who didn't even bother to get out of the car, was hanging half of his body outside the turret, chatting wordlessly with Iushkin next to him who was in the same posture as him, and looking at the German soldiers lined up in a row. Guys passed by the car, one after another.

"Do you know the point of what you just said?"

Malashenko suddenly asked such a question out of nowhere, taking it as a response to Iushkin's words. The confused Iushkin obviously didn't understand what Comrade Commander meant, and was a little speechless. , speechless.

"Cannon blasts, plane bombardments, and tanks charge. I call these three axes. Just think of them as three axes."

"There are not many armies in the world that can withstand these three attacks under the premise of absolute disadvantage. It is like this now, it will be like this in the future, and it will still be like this until future wars change beyond our imagination. It can create miracles There are troops, but not now, not today, not these German guys who have been beaten to the point of pissing, they are far from worthy. "

Malashenko, who reached out and flicked the ashes from his cigarette, said what he said was calm and gentle, but Iushkin, who heard this from the side, had some thoughts.

"Artillery bombing, plane bombing, and tanks charging three times"

"It seems that we lost the battle in this way in 1941. Now it's just a reverse. We and the Germans have turned around. That should be true."

Ah--

Malashenko smiled, pinched his middle finger with his thumb and flicked away the last remaining cigarette butt that was about to burn out.

"Understood correctly! If we maintain this offensive and combat method, we can go all the way into Berlin. These fascist gamblers who are red-eyed at losses can no longer beat us at the gambling table. How can they have three chips? Both are far inferior to the Red Army.”

"Walk faster! Don't dawdle, go over there and hurry up!"

Malashenko, who was about to return to the car, heard this sudden and familiar shout, not far from his car.

When he turned around to look, he realized that Varosha, who was fighting with him, was leading two soldiers, escorting a German officer with his military cap tilted and his hands raised, walking forward.

"This is a big fish, Comrade Division Commander. All the Germans here are under his command, including those who were alive before and are now dead."