Chapter 2257 Just step on the accelerator to death
Iushkin, who realized that Malashenko was teaching himself a lesson, nodded. As for how much he could understand, it depends on his own understanding. In short, Malashenko understood what he could say and what he could point out.
, all have been discussed one by one.
This "Malashenko's Little Classroom" specially opened for Iushkin alone was just an interlude. The highlight was of course the high-speed assault and the upcoming battle that was quickly interspersed.
In response to the words "the German rear defenses are seriously empty", Malashenko led his troops to cross-country maneuvers and cross the road at high speed. Not to mention the large-scale and organized German troops who came to intercept and intercept were not seen.
, even the small groups of German stragglers and fleeing troops did not see a hair on their heads, but they encountered German refugees fleeing from nowhere.
"Don't be afraid. I'm just asking about the situation. I'll let you go after asking. Where did you come from and where are you going? Did you see any troops along the way, any other troops besides us?"
In the spirit of giving it a try, some inquiring is better than no inquiring at all, Malashenko ordered to stop a group of fleeing German refugees they met on the road and asked them for directions.
At first, these German refugees, who were wearing rags and carrying luggage, were obviously exhausted after traveling long distances in the cold winter, and were shivering from the cold, saw such a large group of tanks and large-barreled artillery vehicles.
The Soviet troops surrounded us, saying that they were not afraid was sheer nonsense. They were almost scared to death, fearing that they would be met with disaster in the next second and die miserably in the ice and snow.
Fortunately, Malashenko, who looks "powerful" and tall, is not so fierce. Instead, he speaks fluent German and holds a bag of food in his hand, patiently talking to these fleeing Germans.
Refugees make an "equivalent exchange".
You tell me the answer and I give you food.
After the transaction, we broke up. It has nothing to do with me where you want to go, and my troops cannot stop for you refugees whose value is approximately zero. If you are not in a hurry, I am still in a hurry. Who has time to follow?
You put the ink here.
After understanding what the situation was, the more courageous German refugees were not so scared at first. Instead, they plucked up the courage to step forward and started talking to this tall man, who looked like he was of high status, but was dressed in rags.
The Russian officers, who were so simple that they did not look like high-ranking officials, chatted with each other, but there was still a fearful awe in their words.
"There were no troops...no troops in sight."
"We fled from the south to the north. Mr. Officer, we live in Xiangxiao Village. We don't have anything valuable. We only brought some food and warm clothes. We plan to go north to escape...to escape the war, listen.
People say that Königsberg is safe, has not been affected by the war, and has food supply and livelihood security. We plan to go there."
"..."
The middle-aged man who spoke was carrying a little girl, about six or seven years old, behind his back. Judging from the age difference, this man might be the little girl's father or uncle. In this era of war and chaos, he was probably the father of the little girl.
It is relatively possible as long as relatives do not abandon their relatives.
There is no need for a stranger to take such a burden on the road with no vitality at all, and it may even cost his own life.
Malashenko could see that the little girl's little head was hanging on the man's shoulder, while the man put his hands behind his back to hold the little girl up so that she would not fall.
It can be seen that the child's condition is not good. Even if he is not seriously ill, he is at least so weak that he not only has to be carried on his back, but also has to be held by two people. In this regard, it has no practical significance.
The child who was burdened with burdens was thrown away.
At least from a man's perspective, regardless of other factors in the struggle between ourselves and the enemy, Malashenko still admires the middle-aged man in front of him. It is rare for him to not abandon his own responsibilities in this position.
"Are you sure you didn't see any troops? Didn't the Germans or the Soviets see it? It doesn't matter what the facts are. I just want to listen to the facts. You can tell me a few more words in detail."
Malashenko confirmed the situation for the last time, and the man carrying the little girl on his back patiently continued to speak.
"I really didn't see any troops, Mr. Officer. We are all civilians. It's impossible for so many people to have the same opinion. You can just pick other people to ask. I promise I didn't lie to you."
"We spent the night leaning on a carriage in the snow. It snowed all night. Six people didn't make it out and froze to death in the snow. This morning we ate some dry food and continued on our way. Whether it was the day before yesterday or yesterday
, or today, until we met you, we had never seen any other army, not even the stormtroopers with guns. There was white snow along the way, and we were the only living creatures that could even move.
"
Malashenko kept looking into the man's eyes and never looked away while he spoke.
The eyes are the windows to the soul. This is an abstract description. However, most people in the world cannot keep their eyes from wandering when they lie. This represents a person's inner uneasiness when lying.
and panicked, trying to weave tighter lies so as not to be seen through.
Malashenko could not see any flaw in this man's eyes. He had been concentrating on keeping eye contact with Malashenko. There was no need to be secretive and confused when explaining the facts he had seen with his own eyes.
Malashenko, who had no more time to waste, had actually made a decision.
"I understand. It's up to you to take these things, share them with others or keep them to yourself. You make your own decision. I wish you can reach your destination safely."
Malashenko, who did not say any words of thanks, left something behind and handed the heavy coarse cloth bag in his hand to the man. It contained some captured German cans, biscuits, buns, and even rations.
Cigarettes, if used properly, this small bag is enough to sustain an adult man's energy needs for at least three days.
The German army's supplies were handed over to the fleeing German civilians, which at least put them to better use than feeding food into the bellies of Nazi dogs.
Before turning around and leaving, Malashenko added a final word to the man who was still dazed while holding the bag.
"Give the little girl something to eat. There are chocolates in the bag."
Malashenko, who returned to the car again, ordered the troops to set off and continue to move forward. Iushkin, who was lying outside the turret and saw the scene just now, was not in a hurry to ask about serious matters, but slowly and thoughtfully approached Malashenko.
Open your mouth.
"You're giving food to those German guys again, right?"
Malashenko neither said yes nor said no, but ended Iushkin's question with a casual answer.
"The German supplies that were seized are too much to be taken away. It is better than throwing them away or feeding them into the belly of Nazi dogs. Besides, I also know the information I want to know. The situation is basically consistent with what I judged. The situation around Nordenburg
The German mobile field force, which is no longer organized, now only needs to step on the accelerator and rush over."