Hearing that Comrade Political Commissar was rarely showing off, Comrade Ma suddenly became interested.
"Who was beaten to death? Don't tell me that you beat to death Manstein who came to inspect the front line. I didn't hear that this old fox was in our encirclement. He should be worried about how to report this to his angry head of state.
A huge defeat."
Malashenko obviously didn't mean what he said casually and was just joking. The political commissar who also laughed it off did not continue to talk nonsense and gave the answer directly.
"Divisional commander of the Viking division, SS-General Herbert, we found this bastard in a pile of vehicle wreckage."
"The barrel truck he was in was beaten to pieces. Judging from the on-site inspection results, it should have been blown away by a 152mm high-explosive near-missile round. The entire right half of the truck was severely deformed.
Damage, this Herbert was sitting in the back seat of the car, almost half of his body was blown to pieces, his face was disfigured, and there were shrapnel wounds all over his body."
"If it weren't for his military uniform and ID, we wouldn't even be able to confirm his identity. In order to confirm that it was him, we specially brought several captured SS officers over for identification. The results were very certain. All the evidence showed that the bombed
The corpse with almost half of its face is that of Herbert, the current division commander of the Viking Division and First Class General of the Waffen-SS."
"...."
Holding a cup filled with warm water in his hand, Malashenko's expression looked a little frozen and unbelievable.
"How...why, uh, no, what am I trying to say...Oh, I mean, why is the commander of this Viking division an SS general? This is not in line with common sense. A general is commanding
A division, these bastards of the SS are all doing this?"
Not to mention the current World War II, even if you put it in the modern war of the 21st century, it would be absolutely outrageous for a general to serve as a division commander and personally command a division in combat.
Even those black African uncles who fight with AKs and RPGs plus 107 fire weapons all day long, and drive Toyota pickup trucks, have never heard of a general going to be a division commander and leading troops to fight. For this man named Herbert
He had no recollection of the SS general and Viking division commander at all. Malashenko, who could not remember such a number one figure at all, was naturally quite surprised.
"I was also confused about the question you raised at first. After specifically contacting comrades in the intelligence system, I found out that it is an old tradition for these SS bastards to have generals as division commanders."
"According to the intelligence we have, other elite ace divisions of the SS, such as the Guardsmen Division and the Imperial Division, had SS generals as division commanders before, and they were named...well, Di
Trisch and Hausser. It seems that as long as it is an elite SS division, it is normal for a general to serve as the division commander. This time we happened to run into it and killed it."
"...."
After all, Malashenko was a time traveler. Although he was a little surprised when he first heard that he had killed an SS general, after being reminded by his political commissar, he immediately recalled his past life memories and suddenly realized it.
This is a normal situation as Comrade Political Commissar said, it was just that I just couldn't react for a while.
"Then... what about this guy's body? Have you really checked it repeatedly? Don't dare to make a mistake."
Malashenko's repeated confirmation was taken for granted. Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who didn't think there was anything unusual about this, nodded again and spoke softly.
"The corpse was too rotten to be seen. It was buried on the spot after photos were taken and the certificate was taken. The specific details have been confirmed repeatedly, and the identity verification is accurate. If you don't believe it, wait until the photos are developed and you can see it in person and confirm it, but it is not enough.
I took dozens of photos from all angles, and I can assure you that there will be no mistakes."
"...."
Comrade Comrade Ma, who was not a political commissar who often talked a lot, had already finished talking about this. For a moment, Comrade Ma didn't know what to say next. Instead, he sat back in his chair, his eyes a little lost.
"Damn it, I killed an SS general? Did I really wipe out an elite SS armored division? Damn it! Isn't this a bit too much?! What if Stalin knew this?
Why don’t you slap the table with joy???”
Looking through the summary message that the political commissar had drafted and prepared to submit to the front army headquarters, Malashenko did not miss every detail in it. He read it word for word, read it again and again, and finally confirmed that it was correct.
Then he closed the folder and handed it back to the political commissar.
"Okay, since this is the situation, let's report it like this. I read the message and there is nothing wrong with it. I agree."
"I also have something to tell you. I haven't mentioned it to anyone else yet. I plan to ask Comrade Commander for a leave of absence. I have to go back to deal with some matters. I have saved too much money after the battle in Cherkasy.
There are many things that I have to go back and deal with, so I have to leave immediately, the sooner the better, preferably tonight."
The serious expression on Malashenko's face did not look like he was joking. Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who was wondering if Malashenko missed his wife, gave up his idea of joking and immediately asked questions out of concern and responsibility.
"Are you in such a hurry? Although there is no problem with the army, Lavery and I can do your work for you, but is there any big deal for you to go back in such a hurry?"
Is something big happening?
There must be something big, but there are really too many big things. Malashenko doesn't even know which thing he should start talking about.
"It's quite complicated. There are a lot of things, but they are all business anyway. I have to go back to Kotin to interview him in person. Some issues must be communicated and resolved with him quickly. In addition, I also plan to go to Morozov's side.
On a trip, I have to communicate with him about some situations of this new batch of T43 medium tanks and give him some feedback on their use. In short, it is very important. It is best not to delay them as much as possible."
It is not news that Malashenko directly cooperates with the tank designers of the Red Army. Of course, the political commissar has also known about it for a long time.
After hearing Malashenko's words, Comrade Political Commissar, who understood that business was important, stopped asking any more questions and quietly nodded and spoke.
"Okay, you go do what you should do, and I and others will take care of the issues here for you. Just like before, you don't have to worry."
"Go and get ready first, pack your things and ask for instructions from Commander Vatutin. Before I rush you to leave, quickly sort out the casualty report and other things that you need to look at. Read these things before you leave.
Just sign."
"When you get back, remember to say hello to Natalia for me. She specifically asked me, an old man, to take good care of her fiancé. Tell her that I have been fulfilling my promise and have not broken my promise."