Chapter 2504 The comrade in the car

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2504 The comrade in the car

The Germans surrendered. Less than five minutes after Malashenko felt that "it's time to end", the first German lieutenant, who raised his hands and still held a small white flag in his right hand, finally walked out of the trench.

"Please don't open fire, we surrender! No more fighting, no more fighting! We have put down our weapons and no threat to your army. Please allow us to surrender according to the standards of prisoners of war."

A second lieutenant holding a white flag walked out first, followed by German soldiers who also raised their hands high in line to appear on the battlefield.

Although the distance is not too close, it can even be said to be relatively far away.

But Marashenko could still clearly see from his chariot periscope that the state of those Germans could only be described as "approximately non-human" state, and they would look like a living dead zombie just when they walked out of the trenches.

Except for the leading German troops in front of them, they looked okay, they were probably close to the second lieutenant who took the lead in surrendering.

The rest are ordinary soldiers who occupy an absolute majority behind the team.

I can't say that there is only one breath left, but it can definitely be called a state of déjà vu that is not far from death.

This one had layers of bandages on his head, and lived like a rice dumpling. The other one had a stick in his hand and a plaster on his feet. He limped and jumped around. What's more, he didn't even have both arms left. I don't know how he survived, so he relied on the two minor wounded people around him to help him walk out.

One and two of them were all unkempt and covered in blood, drooping their heads, and even staggering when walking.

In Marashenko's opinion, this did not look like an army, nor did it have the rampant and arrogant look when he blitzed across Europe and launched the Barbarossa operation.

Malashenko really felt that the group of people in front of him was not so professional army, but rather the miners who had just experienced a life-threatening death from the mine disaster site, and were the kind of miners who had just escaped from the mine accident. They were digging coal in the underground.

"Damn it, this group of people is still standing in front of us? Isn't that too much?"

With the high-magnification guns in his hand, he could see much more clearly than Marashenko. Before Marashenko could speak, Iushkin just made a complaint first. Marashenko, who heard this, responded casually.

"That was beaten like this. They were not like this for half an hour. If they didn't do this, they wouldn't give up on fighting. These miscellaneous people just didn't see the coffin."

"What are you missing? What did you just say??"

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Marashenko looked speechless and did not intend to answer the question that Iushkin had seriously raised, but just took it over.

"It's nothing, I'm going to get off the bus. Iwushkin, you are the acting commander now."

As soon as Malashenko said this, Iushkin immediately looked excited.

"Ha, it's my turn!"

"My husband is proud! Don't give me blind commands, otherwise I will resist your life!"

"Then I think you can try it, I have no loss anyway, hehe."

Ignoring the stutter between Iushkin and Artem, Marashenko, who had finally picked up the sending machine in his hand before getting off the car, spoke again.

"All troops are concerned that the Germans have begun to surrender. It is not clear whether it is a large-scale organized or a small number of individual actions. The commander of the team should pay attention to it. Surrenderers can be accommodated, and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieutenant and those who are lieuten

Marashenko has no time to play a quarrel with the Germans who are patiently persuading surrender.

Things are actually very simple. If you really surrender, I will accept it, but if you have any tricks, I will immediately turn you into a meat paste. I don’t even have the qualifications to negotiate the conditions. The only way for you to live is to surrender. Marashenko, who has come to this point, never mind giving you a few tons or dozens of tons of corpses on the top of the Zelo Highlands.

After giving the order, he put down the sending machine and was about to push the turret hatch above his head and beat Marashenko suddenly.

I was thinking that I was going straight out of the top of the "high and powerful" IS7 turret with a conspicuous target. If the German guy on the opposite side had a better marksmanship, it would be a bit fucking dangerous. If you win the battle, you wouldn't be able to take this risk.

"Why are you back? Aren't you going out?"

Seeing that Marashenko, who had already stood up from the commander's position, retreated again, left the commander's position, and jumped from the turret crane basket to the floor of the car body. Iushkin, who was puzzled, immediately asked Marashenko for questions.

"The above is too dangerous, I'll go out from the bottom. Remember to keep the radio open. If there is any situation, I'll call at any time and be ready to drive to pick me up."

"You have the final say."

He uncovered the escape hatch on the floor of the car and drilled downwards. He came directly under the IS7 car body. Malashenko was lying on the ground between the two tracks, holding the folding butt short-barrel AK assault rifle thrown out of the car first. After turning his head, he signaled that Artem, who was looking at him in the car, could close the door and then began to crawl forward.

"Damn it, the ground is full of blood and it's choking."

"Wait, this is grass!"

Just after climbing out, Marashenko saw something that shocked him.

There is a one under the track on the left side of my treasure car. Well, now it should be the "paper man" who has completely exploded and has only the skin left, and has hit the two-dimensional level from the three-dimensional state to the two-dimensional level.

Although he did a little bit of amazement, Marashenko still chose to get closer and take a look.

After a glance, I realized that the man who was pressed into paper by the 70-ton IS7 was a German man. He looked like a low-level officer. He was wearing black leather gloves for officers and was wrapped in by the IS7 tracks. The second half of the STG44 assault rifle pressed into the soil was clearly visible. Judging from his outfit, he probably was an infantry platoon leader or company commander.

"Stay honestly in the soil, so as not to dig holes and bury them. It just so happens that it will be used as fertilizer this spring."

Marashenko, who no longer went to the regular meeting, continued to move forward and quickly crawled out of the rear of the IS7 with his own self-defense weapon.

The first thing that came out of the rear of the car was to open the folding stock and pull the handle of the puller to keep on alert. Malashenko didn't remember when he last fired a rifle on the battlefield, but after all, he went to the shooting range to practice with two shuttles. The division commander was still very confident in his light weapons level and self-defense ability.

"Over there, the division commander is out! Hurry up, go up and protect the division commander, move quickly!"

What Marashenko did not expect was that as soon as he got off the car, the infantry fighting chariots in the guard tank company directly under the division headquarters that had not directly joined the battle immediately opened the cabin doors, and he reacted quickly and even saved the steps ordered by Marashenko.

A large number of soldiers wearing bulletproof armor, holding assault rifles and new squad machine guns rushed towards Malashenko under the leadership of the company commander. This was also the only "plate-armor assault team" of the entire leader's division that was not affiliated with the combat engineer unit, and it was the last "infantry line" around Malashenko.

"Comrade Commander, why did you suddenly come out from under the car? Where are you going?"
Chapter completed!