The cold and desolate late night revealed the deep chill of winter that had not completely faded away. The sound of gunfire from the distance had gradually stopped. Malashenko, who was sitting behind the table, was staring intently at the rather embarrassed man in front of him.
"You mean to say that the SS raided your material storage point and took away your material reserves, and now they need to use these materials to escape and break out again, is that right?"
Although it was unbelievable just to say it, Malashenko, who suppressed the strong and incredible emotions in his heart, still tried his best to remain calm and asked the man who was pressed on the chair in front of him in German.
"Of course. Did I come here specifically to lie to you? The sound of gunfire just now was those scum of the SS attacking us. They used infantry, tanks, and even large-caliber heavy artillery! We
The division was already suffering heavy casualties from your attack, and these scumbags of the SS have done this to you, and now the wounded are all outside the tents!"
The man in front of him was obviously very excited, even enough to be called a little crazy.
Even though there were two Red Army soldiers standing guard behind him, one on each side and one on each side with guns on guard, the man in the uniform of a Wehrmacht officer still looked extremely excited.
His face was covered with black and gray traces of war, and the clothes on his body were also torn and torn, as if he had just had a fight with a vicious dog, but he seemed to have just experienced a fierce battle.
appearance.
"As we suspected before, the SS raided the Wehrmacht camp, took away the necessary supplies for escape, and burned everything they couldn't take away. These Wehrmacht guys couldn't be more angry about this.
They came to us to complain, most likely expecting us to avenge them and kill those SS soldiers. What do you think of this?"
The person who was questioned by Malashenko was none other than the political commissar sitting nearby who also went to the interrogation site in person.
"The credibility is very high. Judging from his expression and the tone of his words, it doesn't look like he is lying. I am 80% sure. The logical reasoning of these words is also very reasonable and there is no flaw. For example, in the daytime battle
We did encounter shelling from unknown sources, and in the end the matter was ignored. This was mentioned in the situation he just described, and this is a detail that can be paid attention to."
Political Commissar Petrov, who had worked in the Ministry of Internal Affairs for a period of time, was very good at observing people's emotions, having insight into people's hearts, interrogating prisoners, and interrogating intelligence. This is one of the responsibilities of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
In addition, Political Commissar Petrov is an old Red Army veteran who is over fifty years old and has met countless people. His experience and experience are all laid out here. It is not a problem to see through the Wehrmacht officer in his early thirties in front of him.
"So you believe what he said?"
After hearing this, Malashenko still seemed a little doubtful. He wanted to get an answer that would reassure him from his comrade political commissar.
"No one dares to guarantee this kind of thing, Comrade Commander. I can only do my best based on my experience and judgment, and tell you that what this German guy said is very credible. If you want me to make a decision right now,
, then I choose to believe what he said, and this is my answer."
"I see......."
Malashenko, who nodded slightly, actually wanted these words from Comrade Political Commissar. He believed that Commissar Petrov's judgment would be correct, and he could rely on Comrade Political Commissar at any time, just like before.
Malashenko, who spent less than five seconds thinking about what to do next, turned his head again, faced the Major of the National Defense Forces in front of him, who was still pressed on the chair, and spoke seriously.
"I have remembered everything you said. Thank you for coming here to give us information. As a reward, you can get a hearty supper. If you like, there is also a camp bed and a blanket left for you. Take him with you.
Go down."
At the end of the sentence, "Take him down", Malashenko said it in Russian rather than German. He was obviously speaking to the two Red Army soldiers behind the Wehrmacht major who were in charge of guarding and guarding him.
"You seem to be injured. Your shirt sleeve is bleeding. Do you need me to find someone to take care of it for you?"
To be honest, Malashenko's hatred for the ordinary Wehrmacht is not that strong, and it is far less hateful than he hates the scumbags of the SS who do all kinds of evil.
Therefore, Malashenko is still willing to reciprocate the situation by giving some sweet rewards to those who surrender to the National Defense Forces who can help him and are valuable. After all, he may still need this guy in the future. If he wants the donkey to work, you
You have to at least feed the donkey, right?
Malashenko, who looked at the opponent as if he was injured, even took the initiative to offer medical treatment, which was a rare situation in the past.
"No...that's not important. My injuries are not important, General."
The Wehrmacht major, who was shot in the arm and suffered a non-fatal penetrating wound, couldn't care less about this at the moment, but it wouldn't kill him in a short time.
He was so excited that he eagerly wanted to know what action Malashenko would take next. He hated these SS scum and desperately wanted to avenge his comrades and soldiers. This was his goal.
My only wish at this moment.
I came to Russia originally to expand the territory and fight on the battlefield with glory, but in the end I died at the hands of my own people who were regarded as comrades. It is tantamount to betrayal! This is not a real warrior or a soldier in any way.
The way he deserved to die was that the Wehrmacht major, who was unable to seek revenge from the SS, was now counting on Malashenko to help.
As long as this notorious and feared "Iron Butcher" takes action, whether those Wehrmacht scum will be able to see the sun tomorrow morning is a problem for both sides. No matter what, I have to convince this fierce Russian man to help him and
Brothers take revenge.
"You... you just need to tell me when you plan to set off to destroy those scum of the SS. They have obtained all the necessary resources needed to break out, and may be on the way to action soon.
They will start attacking! But why are you still sitting here and not worried at all? Come on and use your old fighting style to destroy them!"
"Killing innocent civilians, hanging children on electric poles, dousing hundreds of villagers with gasoline and setting fire to their farms, these are all things these SS scum have done! They have their hands on it.
Stained with the blood of your Russians! The Viking division... and the Varoni Brigade are together, you can destroy them before dawn, don't hesitate and act quickly!!!"