It may be that the first white flag raised was seen by other German soldiers. Of course, it may also be that his scalp was really numb after being beaten, and he took the initiative to surrender.
No matter what the reason was, what Malashenko saw from the commander's periscope next was that within a few minutes more white flags were raised one after another, flying over the remaining areas where the Germans were still stubbornly resisting.
On the battlefield.
Of course, like the first white flag, these so-called "white flags" are also improvised from various substitutes, such as white vests, white shirts, and even a few rag bandages.
The most outrageous thing is that Malashenko also saw a Mauser 98K gun with a pair of large white pants issued by the German army, or something similar to beach shorts?
It's not important anyway, as long as it's very outrageous.
Malashenko really wanted to know which brave German soldier braved the biting cold wind to complete the feat of taking off his pants in such a cold weather.
One thing to say is that after capturing the prisoners, we really need to arrest a few for questioning. Malashenko really admires such arrogance and courage.
All the remaining German troops ceased fire first, pouring firepower wildly at the enemy. The Red Army soldiers who kept advancing in the trenches finally stopped and stopped later.
One after another, the earth-colored German soldiers raised their hands high and walked out of the trenches. The tattered helmets on their heads were crooked and twisted, like a manure scoop.
This short but extremely violent war was like an avalanche, completely destroying the will, morale, and spirit of most of the German soldiers. Only the most primitive desire to survive was left tiredly written on their faces, and they almost lost it forever while breathing.
of the surrounding air.
"Look! A bunch of wilted fascist pigs, your head of state should be happy for you to support him now! Maybe he doesn't even deserve it, hahahaha!"
"Hey! I said it would be more appropriate for them to practice breech-loading for Himmler. I heard that little eyed little guy is impotent."
Many of the infantry units of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division are not fuel-efficient. These veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles are not only proficient in various techniques of dealing with German sticks. They have also been infected with the disease during the protracted war.
There are many "bad habits" unique to veterans, such as using all kinds of dirty and filthy language to humiliate the enemy after a victory.
It is not feasible to talk about quality education with these veterans who generally have low cultural quality and are relatively old. Moreover, before they gathered to join Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, many of them were originally junior members of their respective units.
The boss, the boss of the soldiers. Some habits have been formed since then, and it is not easy to change them now.
Political Commissar Petrov also specifically talked to Malashenko about this matter. He felt that this might affect the ideological education of new soldiers and wanted to see if some special regulations should be established to control it.
Malashenko, who was disapproving, waved his hand and suggested that the political commissar should give up such an idea, because it was really unnecessary.
If you train those bohemian veterans to become "good comrades with good quality templates" who can memorize texts online and kill German sticks offline, let's not say whether this can be achieved in the end. Just thinking about it, you don't know how much it will cost.
With so much effort, it is almost impossible. Malashenko knows that among these elderly veterans, many of them even need help from others to write a letter.
Yegorovich, who was 38 years old at the time, was just a microcosm of them. In Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, there was even an old Orion from Siberia who was almost fifty years old.
In Stalingrad, this old hunter once created the legend of using a double-barreled shotgun in the corridor to knock down a German soldier. Afterward, he bragged to others and plausibly said, "The Germans are not as big a threat as a pack of wolves. At least the wolves know they can't beat them."
Just run away, and the Germans don't understand." Then he took another sip of vodka, and listened to the little brat young soldier next to him praising it, not to mention how good it was.
And the person who just said that these surrendered German soldiers were suitable for Himmler to practice "breech loading" was this old hunter who had no taste and was a bit of an old gangster.
No one feels comfortable being pointed at the nose and humiliated. Unfortunately, the German army is now in decline and no longer has any prestige. It has just suffered a huge defeat with its nose and face swollen.
Therefore, when faced with such humiliation, most German soldiers just lowered their heads, raised their hands, and continued to move forward in silence. But not all German soldiers had this virtue, and it seemed that no matter where they went, they would not
Lacking the thorn in the side of fanatical allegiance to the fascists.
"You think you've won? Huh? Bolshevik trash!?"
"You are wrong, you are too naive! The wrath of the Führer will soon fall from the sky, and then all of you will die! Die in blazing flames without a burial place! You trash-like people only deserve to be conquered by Germany
, you are not worthy of occupying such a fertile land! This land will eventually belong to Germany and the great head of state!"
...
"What is this stupid German guy yelling about?"
A German officer in torn and slovenly clothes who was standing there motionless was shouting loudly, but most of the Red Army soldiers around him did not understand the meaning of this nonsense in German, and just said "eat melon and watch the show"
He changed the muzzle of the gun in his hand and remained alert, wanting to see what tricks this German officer who stood out from the crowd could play next.
Ordinary soldiers cannot understand the German language, but some people can understand it, such as the division commander Comrade Malashenko who just jumped from the tank.
"What the hell is the German talking about?"
Iushkin, who got off the bus together, stood next to Malashenko. So far, Malashenko is the only one in the entire crew who is proficient in German.
"The same old, brainwashed clichés. The anger of the head of state will fall from the sky, ha, don't laugh to death! The Americans' sky fire will fall from the sky very quickly, burning the entire German heavy industrial area into a sea of fire."
Malashenko has really seen too many, many, many fanatical German sticks like this.
Malashenko's past experience has long worn away the novelty of this kind of people. After seeing too many people, he even knows exactly what kind of nonsense these people have in their heads.
As for how to deal with this person next, unlike in the past, Malashenko already has a pretty good idea.
A first attempt, something that has never been done before, and by the way, it can kill two birds with one stone, and is an excellent idea to verify future long-term plans.
Looking at the vague smile that appeared on Malashenko's face, Iushkin looked a little confused.