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Chapter 1484 Degun honestly sends chariots one by one

Chapter 1484 German sticks are honest and send chariots one by one

"Let me introduce you first. How do you call them?"

On the way here, Zhukov had already expressed that Vatutin would chair the meeting and ask questions. Although it was true that he had the highest military rank, there were some things and certain words that were more appropriate for Vatutin, the commander of the front army, to come forward. He understood what Zhukov was saying.

Vatugin, who had the idea, did not shirk the idea and agreed.

Now, Vatutin, who didn't even bother to talk nonsense with a simple opening statement, went straight to the point. After figuring out the identities of these German guys, he quickly made the matter clear and said it was the best situation.

"I came here to discuss peace matters with your army under the order of Commander Strimmermann. I am leading the team on behalf of Colonel Weickert. These are..."

"Okay, no need to say more."

The leader of the Germans had not finished speaking. He was just halfway through his speech. Vatutin, who was too lazy to listen to any more unnecessary nonsense, directly raised his hand to stop it.

"You are the leader. I know your name and you are responsible for speaking. That is enough. I have no need and no interest in knowing the others."

Different from the smiling look when talking to Malashenko, Vatutin seemed to be a completely different person at this moment. The majestic and even ferocious expression on his face was really different from the previous one.

Although he had tried his best to create the aura and appearance that he should have, the leader, Colonel Weickert, still knew very clearly that the pretense made by his group could only be superficial at best.

Respect is determined based on strength. As far as the current situation is concerned, the Russians are fully qualified and able to not give their own side any face. This is reality.

Colonel Weickert, who acted as if this had not happened, could not detect the slightest change in expression on his face, as if he did not care about Vatutin's rudeness at all, and his next words cut straight to the point.

Main topic.

"I must admit, General Vatutin, your peace proposal is very constructive, and our Commander Strimmerman also agrees and appreciates it. But on the specific details, I think there are still some differences between us.

Although there are certain differences of opinion, it does not mean that violence must be used to resolve the issue."

"Commander Stummerman suggested that we calmly consider the peace terms with each other first, maintain the current situation and adjourn for three days. After three days, we will discuss the terms on specific peace matters. I think both of us need some time.

Come and prepare, it is too early to resolve this peace negotiation today, it would be too hasty, it is best to think about it first."

...

The German guy's speech ended, and correspondingly, Vatutin, Zhukov, and Malashenko across the conference table were astonished and a little surprised, almost thinking that their ears had heard wrong.

On the way to the conference room, Vatutin had already thought of various possibilities for negotiating terms.

For example, the Germans demand a dignified surrender, and the officers keep their swords and weapons. Or the rubbish SS want decent prisoner treatment, so that they will not be shot on the spot immediately after surrender, but at least they should be left with the same standards as the Wehrmacht.

Opportunity to purchase a farmhouse in Siberia.

There were countless conditions like this. Vatutin thought that he was well prepared and had thought of everything in advance, but he still didn't expect that the German would make such an outrageous move.

"Don't get me wrong, German. This is not a peace negotiation between evenly matched armies. It's the great Red Army taking pity on you, giving you the last chance to save your life like throwing a bone to a dog. Don't expect to delay it for three days.

Someone will come to rescue you. Manstein's old dog can't even break through our peripheral defenses, and we know your movements clearly."

The person who spoke was Vatutin's partner as chief of staff. He was a bit forgetful. Malashenko, who couldn't remember his name, only saw the fierce and sarcastic expression on his face. His whole face was so exciting.

How wonderful, his eyes are like looking at a piece of stinky shit for show, and he doesn't hide his utter sarcasm at all.

To stall for time, the Germans' wishful thinking was that they wanted to wait for reinforcements to come to rescue them. But the Red Army obviously would not be so stupid. In other words, the real fool was the German who gave the Red Army such funny suggestions.

That's right.

As soon as the chief of staff finished speaking, Vatutin, with a sneer on his face, spoke next.

"If you are serious and not joking, then you can go back and tell your idiot commander and ask him if he took medicine this morning, or you may get paranoid and kill yourself."

Faced with Vatutin's unceremonious aggression, Colonel Weickert, who had been well prepared, remained calm and composure and refused to give in. He still had cards left in his hand to play.

"I hope you can make it clear, General Vatutin. Although our strength has been damaged, our main force is still there, and we still have the strength and confidence to fight to the death. You and your troops should have seen the Waffen SS Viking Armored Division.

We still have the combat power of the Valoni Panzergrenadier Brigade and we can continue to fight."

"This special trip to negotiate peace terms is out of respect for your peace initiative. It is not our initiative to ask for surrender. You should understand this. In order to reduce unnecessary casualties for both of us, I suggest that you

It is better to seriously consider the proposal I just mentioned. Three days of peace preparation time is not much, and we can fully consider our respective conditions before discussing."

You said this German guy was fat, but he actually got out of breath!

Vatutin, who felt both funny and irritated in his heart, continued to sneer. At this point, it seemed that there was no need to continue talking. These German guys have not really recognized themselves until now, and they even came here to show off.

To show off, Vatutin even regrets now that he gave the Germans an ultimatum and tried to get them to surrender.

"Comrade Commander, is there no need for us to continue talking?"

Vatutin, who was about to stand up and say goodbye, did not expect that Malashenko would suddenly ask him a question. Although he didn't know why Malashenko suddenly asked, he still did not hesitate to do so based on his trust in Malashenko.

Nod slightly.

"Then I ask for the floor, Comrade Commander. I have something to say to these Germans."

Through eye contact with each other, Vatutin seemed to have guessed what Malashenko probably wanted to say, and naturally allowed him to speak without any reason to stop him.

"You just said that our Red Army has seen your Viking Armored Division and that bastard grenadier brigade, so I also want to ask you, have you heard of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division and Malashenko?"

!?

Nothing better than these two simple punctuation marks can better explain the expressions on the faces of the Germans on the opposite side after hearing Malashenko's words. These two all-too-familiar names are not only the nightmare demons of the besieged German army, but also for the Germans.

As far as the entire German front-line troops on the Russian battlefield are concerned, they definitely have a reputation that is as fierce as thunder.

"You...are you Malashenko? The "Iron Butcher"?"

Faced with this almost subconscious question, Malashenko, who could speak German himself, immediately ignored the translator. He stood up from the chair with a sudden sound, raised his right hand and extended his index finger, pointing at the leader.

Colonel Weickert cursed straight out of his nose.

"You German scum! Just stay where you are! I'll send tanks early tomorrow morning and send you all to the sky!"

(End of chapter)


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