"A barrel truck with a white flag. It seems that the Germans are planning to negotiate terms. They know it's not that simple."
As Malashenko said, the Germans on the opposite side did not choose to collectively put down their weapons and surrender with a French military salute before the end of the five-minute deadline. Instead, they sent a barrel truck full of people towards their side.
Opened over.
Presumably he was afraid that the color of the white flag would blend in with the snow in the background, making it inconspicuous and causing misunderstandings. Malashenko even saw in the telescope that the German white flag was not only extremely large, but the person responsible for holding the flag was even bigger.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, I waved the white flag in my hand desperately, trying to make the thing in my hand more conspicuous so that people on the other side could see it.
Malashenko understood the intention of the Germans in doing this, and of course he didn't mind letting the Germans come over to talk. It just so happened that he could also see what these Germans could say in front of the two armies. It was best not to talk to them.
Wang Situ is like a shameless old thief, barking wildly.
"Let them come over, search them and bring them to me."
"Understood, Comrade Teacher."
Malashenko used the radio to give orders to Kulbalov. All that was left was to wait for the German guy to be brought to him. As always, Kulbalov, who was trustworthy, would take care of everything.
"Negotiation? What's there to talk about? As long as we think about it, we can crush all these Germans into meat paste in half a day. They must be trying to delay time again."
Although Iushkin's straightforward words were not impossible, Malashenko wanted to see what kind of work the German could do, and of course he had other considerations.
How should I put it? If we delay for time now, the only person who will commit suicide slowly is the German guy himself. Anyway, it will not be detrimental to his own side.
So even if the Germans want to waste time now, Malashenko can still accompany them. Even if they accompany the friendly forces to change defenses, and then hand over the defense area themselves, it is okay. Should the Germans be locked up in an encirclement?
If you are locked up, the result will not change at all. At best, the opponent will change from the leader to someone else, and that's it.
"Then what do you say? Can't we find a place to hold the negotiation? Huh?"
It was just words, but Iushkin finally knew that Malashenko planned to talk to the Germans, otherwise he would not have given the order to "let the people come over", so he could ask like this.
On Malashenko's side, he did not plan to choose another high-end negotiation venue and serve the Germans in a formal manner by bringing tea and water. Instead, he directly chose the negotiation venue here, right at his feet.
Next to the huge and visually impressive No. 177 division commander’s car, the IS7 heavy tank No. 1 prototype.
As for the purpose of doing this, we will experience it for ourselves later when the Germans come over.
Malashenko's wait did not last long. Kulbalov, who was as efficient as ever, quickly brought the people over in person: a total of five people in the German negotiating team, the one with the lowest rank was a second lieutenant, I guess.
It should be the driver driving the car.
The one with the highest military rank, who was probably the chief negotiator, was the major general of the National Defense Forces who was standing in the middle among the five, right in front of Malashenko.
"Are you still keeping your mouth shut and pretending to be mute even though you're here? Or do you want the gun to speak first?"
Malashenko was not polite to the German negotiating team at all. He sat on the ammunition boxes that were temporarily moved and stacked together as a bench, and spoke directly to the Germans in front of him.
The threat and oppression in those words were really strong when combined with the surrounding scene. The second lieutenant, who looked the youngest among the five people, even had a look of fear on his face, obviously he had never seen such a scene before.
"Please allow me to take the liberty of asking, are you Major General Malashenko? The division commander of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division."
It was indeed the first time he saw the face of the young man in front of him, but the German major general had seen this face more than once in internal intelligence and Soviet propaganda newspapers.
After being combined with various strange and bloody legends and rumors, the impression of this face became even more unforgettable, and I remembered it clearly. Only the tattered tank uniform of the man in front of me was indeed
It doesn't match the general's identity in my impression, so I asked this question tentatively.
You don't need an interpreter to talk to a German guy. Malashenko can certainly understand him if he speaks fluent German.
Facing the question from the Nazi leader in front of him, Malashenko answered directly without any hesitation.
"Apart from Malashenko, who else do you think is qualified to sit here and talk to you like this? Can you think before you speak? Or are you nazis just used to talking without thinking, huh?"
It is generally not polite to answer questions with questions. Of course, Malashenko had no intention of being polite to the Germans from the beginning. If he didn’t scold your eighteen generations of ancestors in front of you, it would be to give face to you humanoid beasts.
Okay, I’m going to hold back my unhappiness!
Apart from anything else, the German major general who did feel offended did not get angry on the spot. To be able to get the position of major general, you must have some authority. If you can't bear this stinginess, how can you treat it as a situation where the enemy is strong and we are weak?
Negotiator? You have to endure it even if you can't help it. People under the roof have to bow their heads.
The so-called negotiation venue did not have any extra decorations, except for the combat engineers who were on guard in a circle around it, and Alsim, who was responsible for leading people to protect Malashenko personally. He was very proud and stood behind Malashenko.
, and Kulbalov, who was responsible for assisting Malashenko in the negotiations, as well as several staff officers and recorders were also at the negotiation site.
Apart from this, the only thing left in the entire venue was a negotiation table made of improvised ammunition boxes, and an ammunition box bench that only prepared one for the German side.
On the premise that all the Soviet negotiators had a bench to sit on, this obviously had ulterior motives. Of course the German major general could tell with a slight twitch in his eyebrows, but he still walked to the negotiation without saying a word.
He sat down at the table, spread out some paper documents he had brought with him, and began to speak.
"Let me introduce myself first, General. I am Major General William Gramm, Chief of Staff of the 41st Armored Corps of the National Defense Forces. I am here to discuss a truce with you on behalf of our military headquarters..."
"Stop, stop, stop."
Malashenko, who was holding his right hand in the air as a sign of shutting up, suddenly interrupted Major General Gramm's speech, and then blurted out unpleasant words.
"If it is not a surrender but a truce, then the negotiation ends here and we will see you on the battlefield. I can give you a chance to reorganize your speech. Do you need to use it?"