In troubled times, human life is as cheap as a dog, but no matter how despicable a human life is, it is still ranked third, sixth or ninth, right?
Children may also be captured in troubled times and raised as future professional killers or humanoid self-propelled war machines with blood and flesh, so they are not the most miserable and lowly, and they still have good room for appreciation and use value.
As for old people, for some people who only have two categories in their eyes: "valuable" and "worthless", they are really worthless, they have no use value, and they will waste food if they live under their hands.
The kind that wastes resources.
Malashenko does not often meet old people in war, especially old people from his opponents who are on the enemy's side.
I remember the last time I met an old man and was deeply impressed by him, it must have been in East Prussia.
A few old women and old men who couldn't survive were picking up rubbish in the ruins. The oldest and most vulnerable scavengers couldn't even defeat a half-human child. It was all they had to survive in such troubled times.
The "hell level" difficulty faced.
It's not sympathy, but it's not resentment either.
Malashenko is neither a virgin nor a sinister god. He can clearly distinguish between good and evil. Those old people are just one of the victims of collateral damage in this war, at least most of them are.
Malashenko also knew from the words of the old woman on the stairs just now that the young German soldier next to him was originally named Freeman. It sounded like the name of a German player in the future world?
I can’t remember it clearly, I can only say that I have a vague impression.
After all, Malashenko is not a fan of his own. When he mentions football, the first thing that comes to his mind is always the classic "classic chant".
"Zinima! Refund the money!!!"
He signaled his soldiers to remain appropriately vigilant, but there was no need to point the seven or eight dark guns at the old woman. Firearms don’t have eyes, and no one can guarantee that your gun will not be fired.
It suddenly misfires in one second, especially when the insurance is released.
He led his men up the stairs to the second floor. Once he got closer, the old lady who seemed quite kind at first sight was still standing at the top of the stairs, standing there quietly without panic or fear.
, Malashenko spoke before the somewhat surprised Malashenko said anything.
"Hello, Mr. Soviet officer, thank you for bringing my grandson back. You are welcome to visit my home."
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This old woman didn't seem to be afraid of herself at all, let alone the soldiers under her command. She didn't have the kind of panic that ordinary people would have when seeing enemy soldiers standing in front of them. Malashenko felt increasingly surprised.
I couldn't help but be curious and couldn't help but ask.
"Maybe I'm being presumptuous, old man, but you don't seem to be afraid of our enemies at all. Is there any reason for that? Huh?"
For the time being, Malashenko could not find a reason to speak harshly or even violently to the old man.
Since we are not on the standpoint of mutual enemies, Malashenko still prefers to treat others as equals. It is not a good habit to look at others with colored glasses.
"I am just a lonely old woman, and I am very satisfied after living for most of my life. The fact that you can bring my grandson back at least shows that you are still willing to be reasonable. This is what I see, isn't it? Mr. Officer.
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The old woman doesn't know what the military rank of Malashenko is. Comrade Ma's outfit without any military rank mark is definitely an outlier among all the division commanders in the entire Red Army.
The old woman simply looked at the position of the Soviet soldiers in front of her and the demeanor of the others, and concluded that the tallest man in front of her was the one in the group, so it was natural for her to call her Mr. Officer.
Although he was a little surprised by the series of conversations with the old woman, fortunately, Malashenko had not forgotten the ultimate purpose of his trip: to find someone.
After a brief interlude, Malashenko, who came with a purpose, quickly continued to speak.
"Old man, my soldiers and I are here to find"
"Oh, I know, you are here to find Adam's child, right? I bandaged him. Fortunately, I didn't forget my skills when I was young. The wound was temporarily stopped, but he is very weak and needs rest. You guys
Are we going to take him away now? Will it embarrass him?"
This old woman with white hair and a bit of a stoop still had the same kind expression on her face. Malashenko was not too embarrassed to speak harshly to others, so he immediately ordered the muscles in the heads of his men to be used.
It's not a good idea to start a search on the spot compared to a rough guy with more brains. It's better not to turn the old woman's family fortune upside down.
What's the point of smashing an old woman's house to pieces? Let me do something that she didn't even do? That's no good. I, Malashenko, still have to face it.
The slightly helpless Malashenko could only continue speaking patiently.
"I can only decide this after I meet him. If things go well, we won't make things too difficult for him, I promise."
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Alsim on the side wanted to say something, but this scene was a bit ugh. I didn’t feel comfortable with it, but it was just awkward, you know? This was completely different from Alsim’s usual style of acting. If Alsim asked him to say it, just search his mother.
That's fine, don't worry about the old German woman's nagging talk.
But the teacher is the teacher, not to mention the comrade who is highly respected in Alsim's heart. Even if the irritable old man is absolutely awkward, he has to endure it honestly. Even if Malashenko doesn't give an order, he won't do it.
Dare to act rashly.
The evaluation in the heart of the teacher and comrade, something invisible and intangible, happens to be what Alsim, a big boss, cares about most. Do you think this is strange or not?
"Okay, I understand. He is right here. I will take you there."
Judging from the standard of "trees with many old roots and people with many old words", the old woman in front of him was actually pretty neat. Malashenko, who was thankful that he was lucky, followed the old woman's footsteps.
He went up, together with his heavily armed soldiers.
Follow the small corridor on the second floor to the end, where it looks like it should be a bedroom.
Malashenko can guess that the German commander named Adam may not have a good look on him. Leniency is applicable at all times if you anticipate the enemy. You should not and cannot move the enemy in a direction that is beneficial to you.
I think this is the basic truth.
Just as Malashenko expected, the first thing he saw after entering the room was a raised pistol pointing with a black muzzle.