The battle on the third defensive position came to an end, and today's combat mission of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division also came to an end.
But for Malashenko, who had been furious all day amid the smoke of war and the roar of artillery, the work to be done was far from over.
"That's you? The supreme commander of this position?"
Looking at the tall National Defense Forces Major General in front of him, who was almost as tall as himself but just a little shorter, Malashenko really didn't expect that the person commanding the third line of defense was actually a general.
"Then who are you? Mr. Commander of the Soviet Army, I want to know if your name is well known."
This smiling German major general just doesn't answer his own questions, but he dares to ask himself questions instead?
Oh, interesting! So interesting!
I didn’t expect to see such a tough-minded Major General of the National Defense Forces after 44 years. Malashenko originally thought that this guy would give in in person so that he could get a relatively better living treatment in his subsequent life as a prisoner of war. It seems that this
You guys don’t have any requirements for your quality of life.
"Comrade Commander, please take a look at this."
Just when Malashenko was about to laugh with his hands on his hips, an infantry company commander who had just finished searching the surrendered Wehrmacht Major General suddenly arrived with the treasure he had just found in his backpack.
Malashenko gestured in front of him.
Well, this is the officer's ID card of our country's National Defense Forces, and the owner of the ID card is the Major General of the National Defense Forces in front of me.
"Paul Frischheim? Well, why does this name sound like a cross between a British guy and a Nazi pig? Huh?"
The reason why I breathed out the fragrance was to see if I could keep my composure in the big city in front of me. The scene that happened next satisfied Malashenko.
"Don't like to talk, huh? It doesn't matter, we have experts who can make your pig mouth open and hum."
Malashenko smiled, closed the military ID card in his hand and put it into his pocket.
"Captain Vasily!"
"Here! Comrade Commander!"
Following closely behind Malashenko, a tall man from the iron tower who was even taller than Malashenko, who was 1.91 meters tall, stood up in response.
The tendons all over his body cannot be covered under the thin summer military uniform, and almost burst out. Such a person is definitely suitable to be a bodybuilder or a movie actor in future generations. No matter how bad it is, he is also a tough guy style clothing model.
And now, in this timeline of the Great Patriotic War where time travelers exist, his identity is the commander of the security company of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division. Under the orders of Comrade Political Commissar, he led part of the security company to follow the front-line assault.
The task of the unit is to provide personal protection when the division commander leaves the tank and is not protected by armor.
Even if a smoking grenade was about to explode next to the comrade division commander in the next second, Captain Vasily would fly forward without hesitation and put the grenade under him to cover it, so as to prevent the comrade division commander from being hit.
A little harm. This is his responsibility and mission. Of course, he has absolute confidence to complete this task.
With such a strong man standing behind him and shouting that he is on call at any time, Malashenko suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of security in his heart. This also made Malashenko couldn't help but wonder: How did this guy become like a girl?
They have the same idea, and they still count on the protection of the macho man?
"Invite this hybrid major general down. Didn't you tell me last time that some of your comrades are from the security forces of the Ministry of Internal Affairs? It's time for them to show their special skills. Entertain our German guests well and treat him to food.
For the most authentic Lubyanka set meal, you must feel at home and as if you are actually there, do you understand?”
Of course, Captain Vasily understood what Comrade Commander meant by "being there". If you want Germans to enjoy the top-notch Manchu-Han banquet at the Lubyanka Hotel on the front line, you really need a professional chef to do it.
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Captain Vasily, who seemed to have nothing but muscles all over his body, grinned, and the beard that surrounded his chin couldn't help but tremble with his rather sinister laughter.
"Hey, don't worry, Comrade Commander, I will definitely make this German guy feel the pure Lubyanka style."
It was during this conversation that Malashenko clearly noticed a detail that was difficult to detect and could easily be missed.
The eyelids and corners of the mouth of the German guy in front of him twitched clearly and unnaturally twice. Just when Malashenko said the word "Ministry of Internal Affairs", in fact, this was done intentionally by Malashenko.
Yes, the reason is very simple.
Not only can this German speak Russian, but he is also a major general of the Wehrmacht. Once he reaches this position, he must know some rumors and legends about the Ministry of Internal Affairs. If not, he should know what the specific tasks of the Ministry of Internal Affairs are.
There are indeed people in this world who are not afraid of death, and Malashenko does not deny this.
But the proportion of such people in reality is too rare, and it will definitely not be the German guy in front of him. Malashenko is very sure and firmly believes in this, just from the unnatural corner of his mouth and eyelid twitching just now, it can be seen that
You can see it.
The German guy must know what he should understand, and he must know what kind of "supreme experience" is waiting for him next.
There is an old saying in distant and ancient China that goes like this: "Don't shed tears until you see the coffin, and don't give up until you reach the Yellow River."
Even though his heart was mostly cold and his face was ashen, the German still gritted his teeth and did not collapse on the spot and give in.
Malashenko, who just smiled at this, didn't say any more nonsense. Among the people who went to the Lubyanka Hotel to enjoy the banquet, there were many people who went in and were dragged out crying like dead mothers.
Not inferior to the German guy in front of me.
Seeing that his comrade the division commander had no more orders, Captain Vasily waved his hand. Immediately behind him, two soldiers from the guard company carrying new AK-44 assault rifles rushed forward, chasing the German major general like a cat catching a mouse.
Holding the shoulders in the same manner, the posture was suppressed.
"Oh, by the way, there's something else I forgot to tell you."
When the Major General of the National Defense Force was being escorted past him, Malashenko, who seemed to have been prepared, suddenly spoke again. He temporarily stopped the Major General of the National Defense Force who was being escorted, and the two soldiers responsible for escorting him.
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With a strange smile on his face, Malashenko turned his head slightly, glanced sideways at the ashen-faced Major General of the National Defense Forces from the corner of his eye, and blurted out the soft words that came to his lips.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Malashenko. You should call me the "Steel Butcher" here. I am the commander of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division."