A strong flying kick accompanied by a crisp sound echoed on the conflict battlefield that had just ended. The 40 steel helmet with the SS double lightning mark tattooed on one side was immediately kicked away by Seryosha like a ball.
Far away.
"I thought these SS Germans were emotionless monsters, but it turns out they also know how to fear and surrender."
Seeing that the thing that was originally covering his head to protect his life was kicked away by the Soviet tank soldier in front of him, the young SS soldier who had just surrendered and raised his hands above his head with a frightened look couldn't help but look more
glanced at Seryozha.
"What are you looking at!? Damn it! If you look at it again I will kick your head off!"
Seryozha waved his fists and threatened him with an angry look on his face. The young SS soldier who just wanted to save his own life immediately turned his head in fear and did not dare to take another look.
A large number of elite armed SS units, including the Reich Division and the SS Division, were notorious for their ferocious and cruel achievements in actual combat, but now they have become a burden and burden for these SS logistics troops who surrendered.
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The Soviet tank soldiers who suffered heavy casualties in the battle with the armed SS jumped out of their vehicles and fought with fists and feet. Only because of Malashenko's order to stop them, they finally managed to save these SS prisoners alive.
Beat to death.
In the ambush battle just now, the Soviet guerrillas, who suffered heavy casualties due to lack of actual combat experience and the relationship between the first battle, were not to be outdone, and returned the anger of their comrades who died in battle to these party members with fists and kicks and gun butts in the face.
For the prisoners of the Guards, even the most ordinary guerrillas dared to step forward to bully and kick the prisoners who put down their weapons and raised their hands to surrender.
After commanding this short and beautiful armored assault battle, Malashenko also led his crew members to jump out of the vehicle.
Facing these bruised and swollen SS prisoners who were already dejected and without any fighting spirit, Malashenko nodded slightly and was about to say something, when a figure hurriedly ran from not far away.
Rashenko spoke repeatedly beside him.
"Comrade Major, thank you so much! Without the help of you and your troops, these damn Germans would have defeated us today. I really don't know how to thank you."
After hearing the sound, Malashenko was hesitant to speak and then turned around in the direction of the visitor. After looking up and down at the young lieutenant in front of him, he combined with the guerrillas wearing colorful clothes and everything.
The team members, and Malashenko, who had roughly guessed the cause of the war, immediately spoke.
"Are you guerrillas? Lieutenant, please introduce yourself first."
Facing Malashenko's questioning, the young lieutenant, who was grateful for the life-saving grace and beaming with joy, immediately raised his hand in salute.
"Lieutenant Serov Valokrov, former subordinate of the 11th Motorized Rifle Division, is reporting to you. Comrade Major, I wish you good health."
"It's just like you said, Comrade Major. After the original troops were dispersed in Smolensk, my superiors assigned me to stay in the Smolensk theater to do the formation and mobilization of guerrillas. I want to give those Nazi invaders
Deal heavy blows to the enemy's occupied areas and supply lines, and continue to fight in the enemy's rear!"
Having said this, Lieutenant Serov, who had not finished speaking, immediately turned his head, pointed at the SS prisoners who were being searched and scolded by the guerrillas, and continued to speak to Malashenko.
"My guerrillas and I saw this German truck convoy wandering around in the wilderness this morning. They seemed to have lost their way. These Germans knew nothing about our vast motherland. I guessed at the time that they
There should be a lot of important supplies in the convoy, and it is estimated that there will not be many escort troops, so we immediately mobilized troops to find a way they must pass and ambush them, preparing to defeat them."
At this point, Lieutenant Serov, who was obviously embarrassed when he spoke, hesitated for a while and then stopped talking. After all, the ambush battle almost turned into an annihilation battle, which is a shameful thing.
In an environment like the military, where the strong are respected, it was too embarrassing to say anything.
Lieutenant Serov's short and clear report roughly confirmed his conjecture. After a slight nod, Malashenko immediately opened his mouth again and responded to the lieutenant in front of him.
"Well, I understand, Comrade Lieutenant. Let your people clean the battlefield. These German weapons should be very helpful to the formation of your guerrillas. You must make good use of these invaders' weapons to deal with them severely.
Yourself! Give these invaders the heaviest blow!"
The small arms of a full SS infantry platoon would not be of much use to a purely armored unit like Malashenko, but for Lieutenant Serov, who was just building a guerrilla army and lacked everything except men, it was undoubtedly a timely help.
"Thank you so much, Comrade Major! I will definitely report your generosity and help to my superiors. This is your honor."
Watching the nervous lieutenant who didn't even know his own name, he hurried away with joy on his face and was busy counting the weapons he had seized.
Turning to look at the row in front of him, there were more than a dozen Lightning Opel trucks covered with canvas, and he suddenly became curious. Wanting to understand the identity of this group of SS soldiers and the purpose of their mission, Malashenko immediately
He turned around and asked loudly to his subordinates behind him who were taking the opportunity to smoke or bully the prisoners.
"Is there anyone who knows German? Just ask some simple questions. I need a translator here!"
After hearing the question from their top commander, the Red Army tank soldiers suddenly looked at each other in confusion.
Although tank soldiers were already considered a high-tech unit under the army system even during World War II, most of these Soviet tank soldiers who had received professional tank crew training or graduated directly from tank schools also experienced
They have a good education and are a whole level higher than ordinary infantry.
However, German, a foreign language that is inherently complex and difficult to learn and does not belong to the scope of one's mother tongue, is still too demanding for the current Red Army tank soldiers.
There were dozens of tank crews in one battalion, but not one of the Red Army tank soldiers stood up to give a positive answer to Malashenko's question.
Malashenko, who was a little annoyed by the scene in front of him, didn't know what to do next. He had been crouching in a corner with his head in his hands and silently watching this scene, but a prisoner
At this time, he suddenly stood up and made a sound.
"Mr. Major, if possible, I think I can serve as your temporary translator."