With this thought in mind, Malashenko left the turret of his car, jumped out of the car, and prepared to do other things, things that a division leader should do.
The ruins of the battlefield where a fierce and short annihilation battle had just broken out were still busy. The heavily armed Red Army infantry soldiers were rummaging through piles of corpses and various death pits to make sure there were still alive SS dregs.
, escaped by luck.
As for the half-disabled, seriously wounded SS soldiers who were already dying, the Red Army soldiers holding steel guns didn't care whether they were groaning in pain or begging for mercy. Some of them were found to be still alive.
He straightened up the rifle with the bayonet in his hand and gave it a sharp blow. After the white knife went in and the red knife came out, there was one less SS scumbag who would waste precious medicinal materials.
If an SS soldier is found alive after being slightly injured, the Red Army soldiers who follow the procedures will first try to capture him alive. If this is not possible and the scum of the SS still tries to resist, he will directly raise his hand and kill him.
He was done with a shot and a peanut, and there was no need to talk nonsense with these inhumane SS scum.
"Bah! You Russian bastards, Stalin's dogs, don't even think about me begging you for mercy!"
"What's this bastard beeping at?"
"I wonder, who would be interested in a barking dog? Are you interested in a dog's barking?"
"Haha, that's good! Why do people need to understand how dogs bark? Just kill them."
Bang bang bang——
The conversation between German and Russian is basically the same as talking between a chicken and a duck...
The brainwashed and fanatical wounded SS soldiers did not understand Russian and cursed loudly in a relatively poor German that was obviously not their native language.
The Red Army soldiers who worked in teams of two to clean the battlefield also couldn't understand German, and of course they didn't bother to learn and understand it at all. No matter what the German soldiers yelled, they would never be excellent words of praise.
Just looking at the ferocious expression on his face, he looked like he wanted to eat someone.
The soldier, who had long been accustomed to this kind of lunatic German gunman, raised his hand and pulled the trigger of Bobosha, and whisked away the Nazi who was fanatically loyal to the Nazis.
"The war is obviously over, but the sound of gunfire is still heard. I always find this a bit ironic, Comrade Division Commander."
I don’t know when, as the deputy director of the division field hospital, Dr. Karachev, who personally led a team to the battlefield ruins to treat the wounded, was now standing next to Malashenko and quietly spoke to Malashenko.
Ke looked at the scene just now with a rather complicated expression.
"What do you mean? Be clear."
Malashenko's brows furrowed a little, and the vague meaning expressed by Karachev didn't seem so pleasant.
"In the education I have received, the war is over when the war is over. The killing has completely stopped when the bell rings. At least it should be so. But now... I don't know
How to say it, how to describe my mood, everything I saw and heard after returning to my motherland was so different from what I imagined. There are some things that I still can’t fully accept even now, but I have been trying to let it go.
Adapt yourself as soon as possible.”
After all, young Kalachev is a top student who climbed out of the ivory tower of the university. His understanding of the cruel battlefield is still partially based on the beauty of imagination. The richer the knowledge reserve and the higher the education level, in fact, people often
The easier it is to think more.
If you can't discern the truth clearly and stick to something unshakable to think about, it's normal to feel confused and overwhelmed, just like Karachev is now.
This has nothing to do with how good his medical skills are or how high his academic qualifications are. It is just the normal behavior that an ordinary person should have after witnessing a killing that is beyond recognition and imagination. Knowing this, Malashenko did not intend to
After delving into Karachev on such a trivial matter, I decided to give him a few words as a comrade.
"Don't pity those scum of the SS, if you know what dirty and cruel things they have done in this land that is your motherland, things that cannot even be accurately described in words."
"Believe me, you will feel that you are giving these SS scum a little advantage by killing them with one shot. Dig hundreds of people into the pit and bury them alive, and drive all the innocent villagers who are just suspicious but have no evidence into the barn.
They poured gasoline on them and burned them all alive. Family members of the guerrillas, regardless of gender, old or young, hung them on electric poles and trees, and hung wooden signs around the necks of the corpses to continue showing off."
"These things were actually done by these SS scum that make you feel pity on the land beneath our feet. Iushkin and Artyom even found a big pit where people were buried alive a few days ago.
, just behind the village where the encirclement point was settled. You feel pity for this kind of garbage, but what about the innocent villagers who were buried alive? Who will pity them? Who will uphold justice for them? "
"I can tell you this, to be precise. Even if these scum of the SS can be captured and taken away alive and intact today, they will still have to pay for the blood and sins on their hands with their lives. They
They will work hard in prison camps and mines until they die of exhaustion, and after death, their bodies will be used to nourish the soil and grow new life."
"This is the battlefield of the Great Patriotic War! There is no bullshit chivalry or sympathy here. After facing the dregs of the SS, there is only cruelty, blood, and killing on the battlefield."
"I tell you this personally to make you recognize the reality clearly and not to have any illusions about our enemies. They have done things to our people and comrades that are a thousand times crueler than killing them with a single shot. You
Your medical skills and your medicine are used to save your comrades, no enemy prisoners will use your medical skills and medicine today, remember this!"
Malashenko, who has reached the rank of major general commander of the tank corps, rarely gives people such "nonsense" anymore. He kept saying that for the first half of the day, even Malashenko himself was bored. If he had time, he might as well sit down, have a rest and have a cigarette.
Becoming an immortal is real.
The reason why Malashenko is willing to speak so hard to Karachev is because Malashenko really regards Karachev as one of his own and considers him very important. Karachev, who constantly maintains the life of his political commissar comrade, is Malashenko’s big brother.
Benefactor, Malashenko cannot repay this kindness. What does it mean to say a few more words to Karachev so that this young man who returned from the United States can understand the reality?
"Okay, I'm going to have a look over there and do what you should do. Remember what I just told you..."
"Comrade Division Commander, I have been looking for you for a long time, and you are here. I just received a telegram from the Front Army Headquarters. Our commander, Comrade, has learned about the results of the battle. He asked us to prepare and hand over the work to his deputy first, and then go to the Front Army Headquarters in the evening.
Once, there is an important meeting that will be hosted by him personally, and both of us have to be present."
"Meeting tonight?"
Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Comrade Political Commissar who quietly ran over. Malashenko, who did not show any displeasure on his face, was now a little confused, and blurted out almost subconscious words in an instant.
"This is not like Comrade Commander's style. Why should such an important meeting be postponed until night? Is he busy with anything now?"
Faced with the question raised subconsciously by Malashenko, Comrade Political Commissar quickly gave an answer after thinking for a moment.
"I heard from the liaison officer sent by the front army headquarters to our division that the comrade commander seemed to have gone down to inspect the troops. Small-scale fighting in some directions is still continuing, and some Germans have not received the order to surrender and are still resisting.
Marshal Zhukov also advised him to bring more guards, but Comrade Commander was in a hurry and set off without many people, hoping that he would not encounter any danger."