Steel Soviet Union

There was actually nothing unusual about someone responding to his call on the public radio channel and coming to his aid.

What really surprised Malashenko was that the people he called turned out to be two generals from his 1st Heavy Tank Guards Brigade: Lieutenant Colonel Kulbalov, commander of the 1st Heavy Tank Battalion, and his partner and deputy Lieutenant Colonel Lavrinenko.

In Malashenko's memory, shouldn't the two men act separately, each leading an siege assault team? Why is it now that all the troops are united and running to save themselves? This really made Malashenko a little confused.

"Why? Why else? Of course it's the same as you."

Compared with Malashenko's confused look, Lavrinenko's answer seemed very reasonable.

"While you were yelling on the radio, Kurbalov's commandos and I had just joined together and killed tons of Germans. Their corpses were all over the streets!"

"You were shouting in a hurry, so we rushed over immediately after discussing it, but it seems that you have finished processing it? Didn't we catch up with everything?"

It is a joy to have loyal comrades to rely on at any time. Lavrinenko and Kulbalov can rush to kill at the last moment, which is already a great thing for Malashenko. This is the best result expected.

If the Germans had not suddenly surrendered, the support troops led by Kulbalov and Lavrinenko should be able to play a very crucial role now. Even if the Germans really planned to fight to the end, it would be of no use at all.

Thinking of this, a smiling Malashenko slowly stepped forward and patted his old classmate on the shoulder. Nearly a thousand Red Army soldiers who had already surrendered to the German army were waiting for the last moment to arrive.

"No, you came at the right time. Now is the moment to witness Stalingrad's greatest and most glorious moment."

Following Malashenko's order, the Red Army soldiers swarmed forward and in a very short period of time, all the surrendered German troops were tied up and pinned to the ground.

During this process, there were many fanatics with fierce eyes who were unconvinced. Even though the Red Army soldiers had already rushed up, they still shouted and made resistance movements.

It seems that as long as the leading officer gives an order, these fanatical and violent German soldiers are still very willing to take up arms and fight to the end.

What awaited these irritable German soldiers, who were as smelly and hard as stones in a latrine, was a round of beatings by more Red Army soldiers.

Raindrops of fists and feet fell on these German soldiers from all directions, and blows to non-vital parts with rifle butts and various blunt objects that were not enough to kill them on the spot were inevitable.

It didn't take long for these German soldiers who were shouting and cursing loudly to be beaten until they were left with half life left. Some of them were beaten so badly that they no longer had the strength to lie on the ground and groan.

If it weren't for the fact that the chest was still heaving and the mouth was panting, some people would believe it even if they said that these German soldiers had been killed on the spot.

All German soldiers visible to the naked eye within the field of vision were subdued or beaten to the ground. The entire situation was completely under control and was very safe.

Malashenko, who had always kept one hand open and was on guard, only then stepped forward and revealed his true identity. He was followed by Yi Piao and his closest comrades, as well as personally escorting the brigade commander. Comrade Captain Varosha.

"What you did is simply too rough! We are just a group of surrendered soldiers who laid down their weapons. There is no reason for you to treat us like this."

Malashenko, who had arrived at the center of the battlefield, carefully examined the German officer in front of him.

The military coat on the opponent's body was very neat as he saw from a distance, and did not look like the German field officers he had encountered before.

The appearance of the whole person can also be regarded as a model for German soldiers. With a tall figure and a large-brimmed hat in regular uniform, he can at least be equal to himself in height and be equal to him. His dull expression and eyes showed no trace of humiliation, regret, or dissatisfaction. He stood here as if he were an elite negotiator on the commercial battlefield, not a surrendered soldier.

It must be admitted that the German colonel in front of him still retained the most basic dignity and honor of a soldier even after surrendering. In Malashenko's view, this is a very valuable point.

This kind of momentum is often the hardest to achieve and cannot be imitated. The guy in front of you must have his own pride in his heart.

"Aren't you mentally prepared in advance?"

Although he recognizes and respects the extraordinary momentum displayed by the German major, this does not mean that Malashenko admits that he is inferior to the opponent and will give the opponent advantages after winning the battle and being the winner. Face.

"Since you are planning to fight to the death, you must be prepared to die generously."

"When we wanted to fight, we resisted risking our lives. When we didn't want to fight, we immediately surrendered and enjoyed the best treatment as prisoners. We were not allowed to exercise some of the privileges we deserve as winners."

"If every battle is fought like this, you Germans will definitely be worthy. It's like reading a storybook. Everything is under control."

"Ask yourself, how could such a good thing exist in the world?"

"Since you didn't intend to surrender from the beginning, you have to be prepared for the possible consequences. Didn't you Germans conquer the entire Europe? Do you still need me to teach you about this? Huh?"

Malashenko spoke mercilessly and with a condescending attitude as a winner, uncovering the last fig leaf used by the German army to whitewash their appearance.

The German colonel, who had been looking directly at Malashenko, admitted that he was a little angry and annoyed now, but if he was really being reasonable, there was nothing he could do.

Not only did everything the other party said make sense, but he also acted condescendingly as a winner. In this case, there is really no need to argue, as it is just a useless effort.

The German colonel who forcibly calmed down the wave of his thoughts took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his tone was already lowered.

"Then please give us the most basic treatment as prisoners, and at least ensure the safety of our lives. We are doing this to avoid meaningless casualties. This is true for both of us, isn't it? Mr. Officer."

Only this time, Malashenko slowly spoke to the German colonel in front of him with a smile.

"You're right, we all do. Now let me meet the truly powerful among you, any questions?"