Steel Soviet Union

After hearing the complaint from Chernyev, Lieutenant Colonel Petrov, who had already expected such a result, immediately looked at each other and smiled.

"Look at what I said at the beginning, Comrade Commander."

"I've told you before that it's unrealistic to pry anything valuable out of the mouth of a little crispy major of the National Defense Forces. With his status, he doesn't even know how many quotas of logistics supplies their division has every month. The quantity is difficult, let alone other more valuable information.”

After taking off the large-brimmed political commissar hat on his head, he stretched out his fingers and gently brushed the badge symbolizing faith and glory on the hat as if caressing his lover's face. Lieutenant Colonel Petrov spoke slowly and calmly. I am very confident in my sound analysis.

"Am I right? Crispy lackey."

The Lieutenant General was stunned for a moment, his face full of swollen surprise and fear, and his eyes turned to Lieutenant Colonel Petrov, who had a calm expression on his face. Commander Yaev, the German major who was beaten dizzy and confused, finally nodded slowly in hesitation.

"You see, Comrade Commander, even he admitted it himself. Now this crispy lackey element has no great effect on us. I think it is time to send him to where he belongs."

With his face as dark as water, he glanced at Petrov, who was helplessly spreading his hands, out of the corner of his eye, and then glanced at the German major who was less than a step away from him and had been beaten half to death.

Chernyaev, who sighed softly, didn't seem to think of any better way to deal with it for a while. In the end, he waved his hand helplessly and waved his right arm towards the door of the tent.

"Then let's do it, take him away and do it quickly."

Petrov, who had worked with Chernyev for a long time, could naturally understand the profound meaning contained in the words and deeds of the acting division commander, and then winked at the two sturdy Red Army soldiers in the tent who were loaded with live ammunition.

"Did you hear everything? Send him to where he belongs."

"Yes, Comrade Political Commissar!"

After hearing this, they immediately threw their respective Mosin-Nagant rifles behind their backs. Their strong arms, which were as thick as a little girl's thighs, immediately pressed down the German major, who had been beaten to death and could hardly even walk, towards the tent door. Go.

Seeing that he was finally freed from this torture, the German major, who seemed to have his soul liberated, couldn't help but feel temporarily lucky that he was about to be escorted as a prisoner of war.

"Thanks"

Although the German voice was so soft that even the two Red Army soldiers responsible for escorting him could not hear it clearly, he was standing there stroking his cap badge and passing by the German major. An imperceptible and strange smile gradually appeared on Commissar Petrov's face.

As the German major was being escorted out of the tent, Petrov, who had a natural expression on his face, strode forward and came to Chernyaev, who was sitting on a chair and looking thoughtful.

boom--

A gunshot pierced the night sky and suddenly rang out in the quiet village. The Red Army soldiers who were repairing in various corners of the village were startled when they heard the familiar gunshot of the Mosin-Nagant rifle, and then quickly grabbed their hands. The weapon was looking in the direction of the village central division headquarters where gunshots were heard and was about to be dispatched. However, the Red Army veterans who were napping against the wall were dismissive and calm.

"Get some rest, new recruits. The division headquarters captured a German major today and is interrogating him. Don't let your limbs control your brains."

Looking at the German major who staggered forward and fell forward in the field because he was shot in the back of the head, half of his head was instantly blown away by Mosin-Nagant's 62X54mm full-power rifle bullet. Lin Jie who witnessed this scene seemed so shocking.

"Listen to this moving and beautiful voice, my dear Comrade Chernyaev. The sound of the righteous Red Army's gunshots ending the lives of the crispy lackeys is simply the most beautiful sound of nature. I will continue to listen to this sound. I won’t get tired of listening to it all night long.”

Chernyaev, who was thinking about something important and had no comment on Petrov's bard-like admiration, turned the focus of the conversation to more serious matters.

"Speaking of which, Peter. How did you go down there to investigate the matter? Is the record of car No. 177 really true?"

After hearing Chernyaev's question, Petrov put away his deep sighs and responded with a serious expression, and then he spoke slowly.

"That's right, Comrade Division Commander. The rumor that Car No. 177 destroyed more than a dozen German tanks during the day is indeed true. I have already interviewed many of our Red Army soldiers and investigated this. But the commander of Car No. 177 Captain Brasovsky, the gunner, died at his post not long after the battle began. It was loader Lieutenant Malashenko who led No. 177 to achieve such a record.”

"What? Captain Brasovsky died, and it was the loader Malashenko who led the crew to create this record? How is this?"

Although he was shocked and surprised when he first heard the news, Chernyaev gradually relaxed when he looked at Petrov's affirmative look and calm expression and began to realize this. importance.

"Well, since you have personally investigated it, I think I have reason to believe the authenticity of this matter. Our Red Army soldiers are supported by firm beliefs and invincible courage, coupled with our excellent performance It is indeed possible after the tank.”

He reached out his hand and stroked his chin, thinking carefully about it. Chernyaev, who considered the matter as a superior and had the same idea as Petrov, then continued to speak.

"This thing is extraordinary, Peter. A Red Army soldier with firm faith led only two remaining crew members to achieve such a significant result in just one day. This has to be said to be a miraculous event." A great victory. I think we should write down the details of this incident and report it to General Rokossovsky. This is the most outstanding honor our 20th Tank Division has achieved since the beginning of the war!"

After turning the brim of the hat in his hand and putting it back on his head, Petrov with a smile on his face immediately smiled slowly at Chernyaev in front of him without thinking.

"I had already guessed that you would make the same decision as me, so I specially brought our hero with me this time. What do you think, do you want to ask him about the details of his battle in person?"