"Is there anything special about him? Why do you look at him alone? He looks like a migrant worker who was caught doing hard labor. What were you saying just now that you didn't understand?"
Iushkin is a child with great curiosity. After hearing what Malashenko just said, he couldn't restrain his strong curiosity and asked Comrade Commander the first question when he returned to the turret.
"It's nothing, it's just a special status. Neither we Soviets nor those Germans..."
Malashenko had no intention of lying on this issue. Without telling Iushkin, telling too many lies was not a good thing after all. Every lie had to be filled with more lies to make up for and accumulate.
Too much ground can make people feel physically and mentally exhausted even if it can be rounded.
"Not the Soviets? The Germans won't let a yellow man join the army, so where did he come from?"
Obviously, Iushkin intends to get to the bottom of it, and he will not stop until his curiosity is satisfied.
"If I say he is Chinese, will you believe it?"
Malashenko's tone was calm, as if he was talking about something insignificant.
"Chinese!? You...are you kidding me? This is Belarus. China is far away from here. Are you sure this guy didn't lie to you?"
Iushkin's first reaction was disbelief. His eyes widened and his mouth opened as if he was listening to some extraordinary story. Such a reaction was considered a normal reaction in Malashenko's eyes. After all, he had just learned the news.
At that time, Iushkin was no better than Iushkin is now.
"The details are not clear yet, so I want to keep him until the battle is over and then ask questions. Even if he is not important and is just an ordinary Chinese farmer, it will at least be helpful to find out why he is here.
It’s that simple to satisfy our curiosity.”
It takes no effort to take custody of a prisoner, and even less effort to take care of a Chinese prisoner who has nothing to do with the Germans.
The guy who called himself Ren Dagui had no reason to fight for the Nazis. Malashenko was sure that he could only see panic, fear, confusion and helplessness in his eyes.
This is not a wooden man who has lost his soul and abandoned his humanity. Even though his story may be twists and turns and he has gone through a lot, Malashenko can still see the desire for life and the courage to live in those eyes.
If the experience he briefly described is true, then Malashenko admires Ren Dagui very much based on his courage to not give up and to persist in living.
If an ordinary person had gone through so many twists and turns of twists and turns, hardships and dangers, and strong winds and waves, he would have thought of ending his life long ago and escaping from the sea of suffering. This kind of wandering life is simply a life of suffering, and people are worse than dogs in troubled times.
It is a situation like this. Every ordinary person who bravely persists in living in this turbulent war era is worthy of admiration, let alone leaving his hometown and walking so far.
The brief interlude of unexpectedly meeting a fellow villager on the battlefield came to an end. Malashenko had no time to stay and chat with the guy named Ren Dagui.
The troops led by Lavrinenko and Kulbalov have already begun to take action. Malashenko knows that he does not have much time left for him. He must immediately put strong pressure on the Germans and disperse them before they take action.
Attention, only by pushing the German to the ground from the front and beating him violently, can Lavrinenko and Kulbalov reduce the pressure and move smoothly.
On the position that had been plowed countless times by crazy artillery fire, it was still a scene like the surface of the moon, continuous and continuous, with pieces of German flesh and blood and weapon remains scattered everywhere, half buried in the floating soil.
Malashenko, who has become numb to such a scene, just wants to know how far away the German troops who can form an organized resistance and join the battle are. To say that the shelling just now can kill all the Germans, it will wipe the ground.
After all, Malashenko felt that this matter was more outrageous than trying to eat shit, and engaging the enemy as soon as possible became the most important priority at the moment.
"Each vehicle crew speeds up the march, maintains a search formation, and makes sure that the distance between the vehicles is not too close! The Germans may appear at any time, and may be ambushing us somewhere."
Malashenko, who was holding a microphone in his hand, added a new order. Before the new order could be spoken, a buzzing sound of gradually decreasing height suddenly came from the sky behind him.
"They're here, and they're pretty fast."
The tactical bomber formation of half the regiment promised by Vatutin has arrived. The bombers in Figure 2, which are constantly lowering their altitude to enhance their ground search field of view, are flying in formation. The soldiers who are following the advance sitting on the butt of the tank only need to raise their heads.
The dark black iron bombs hanging from the wings of the bomber in Figure 2 can be clearly seen with the naked eye.
"I just like to watch this. Those Germans will all be sent to the sky and feel the wrath of communism!"
"These Germans have become like this. If the bombing continues like this, we may really have no chance of fighting."
"Ha, are you stupid? The more Germans die, the less danger you will face. Your mother is still at home waiting for her son to return victoriously. It is a good thing to have more hope of returning alive."
.......
With the turret hatch open and unclosed, Malashenko could hear the loud chatter of several hitchhiking soldiers outside his car. Their conversations were accompanied by those who happened to be passing overhead and whizzing by.
Figure 2 Tactical bomber group.
"Come on, comrades in the sky! Destroy all those fascists, hurrah!"
...
"Comrades still want to live. Even though we are the Guards and the most elite ace tank unit in the Red Army, it is still the same."
Iushkin said this unexpectedly, and Malashenko, who probably guessed what Iushkin wanted to say, immediately responded.
"Because we are all flesh-and-blood Red Army soldiers, living people. We have hearts, joys, sorrows, and emotions. We will never be those heartless Fascist thugs."
"I miss home and want to be able to go back alive one day to reunite with my relatives. These human natures have nothing to do with whether we are elites or not. Everyone wants to live. And my mission and task is to realize this and lead more soldiers back alive.
.”
Boom boom—boom boom boom—
The pitch-black iron bombs detached themselves from the pylons from the wing roots and belly bomb bays, whizzing straight down. The sound of successive explosions came from the distance and echoed in the ears, indicating that a bomber formation was worth taking action.
The enemy is entrenched not too far ahead.
What Malashenko has to do next is to fulfill his promise and send all those scumbags to heaven.