It will not be easy to get Wittmann. Malashenko knows that the fanatical SS leader is far more difficult to mishandle than the ordinary Wehrmacht.
According to the intelligence that Malashenko learned during his investigation after the Battle of Berlin, the subsequent experience of Wittmann, who was not killed by the Allies on the Western Front, is nothing short of legendary.
Because another top ace of the German armored forces, Karl Wusse, was disabled and forced to retire in 1944, and his record was terminated.
Without the biggest competition, Wittmann was on the Western Front and was killing people like crazy. His performance soared all the way, almost crazy. He drove his new 105 King Tiger and killed the Allied troops until they cried for their fathers and mothers.
He was in a state of embarrassment, and logically reached the top of the record list with an absolute advantage, and his position was stable.
This is precisely because of the appalling record of 180 vehicles by the beginning of 1945, of which more than 100 were imported from the Allies.
As a result, Wittmann received the highest honor - the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Diamonds, Gold Swords and Gold Oak Leaves. Only two people in the entire German armed forces received it.
Hans Rudel, Mr. Meyer's ruthless general, was blown away by Huang Goebbels, the fierce German god in the sky.
The other one was the Wittmann. Together with its 105 King Tiger with the turret call number 007, it became the ultimate nightmare for the Allied troops.
Moreover, it was not them who presented the honor to Wittmann, but the hair-washer himself.
Well, Malashenko himself didn’t believe that No. 1, a man who had received top honors and had met the head of state, said that he would be taken over so easily.
Let Krauser try to take him away, which is not the first "fire test". Malashenko wants to know how tough and how "stupid" that guy is.
As expected, it turned out to be true. Wittmann was as smelly and hard as a stone in a latrine. Not only was he obedient, but he also scolded Krauser who was trying to persuade him, and Malashenko was also scolded.
It's also a humiliation.
If it weren't for Malashenko's order, Krauser, who was shaking with anger, would have been doing "hard work" for Wittmann.
This series is interesting precisely because it is difficult to obtain. Otherwise, wouldn’t the set meal prepared by Malashenko for Wittmann become a celebrity?
It happened that Alsim was going with him tomorrow. Malashenko, who already had a plan in mind, decided to add some ingredients to Wittmann. With Alsim helping him, he would definitely get twice the result with half the effort.
Krauser and his brothers at the bottom of the leg have no formal status or official establishment. Whether the confinement is good or bad depends entirely on whether Malashenko will reward him or not, and whether the true meaning of fame and fortune all depends on it.
All Malashenko.
Of course, it is precisely because of this that those smart people are loyal enough.
Staying outside a duplex apartment building specially arranged and specially assigned by Malashenko, he enjoys a dedicated and independent "office building" and is of his own kind, but he is still subject to the supervision of representatives of the military agencies assigned by Malashenko.
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Krauser didn't think there was anything wrong with that, but he thought it just proved his worth.
After all, supervision is not a kind of cost input. The input cost means whether the target object\person that is invested in has its value. Krauser, who knows this simple logic, welcomes the general to send representatives to supervise.
He's afraid of ghosts knocking on his door if he doesn't do anything bad. He has no rebellious character and is 200% loyal. He's so scary. Why can't he supervise him?
Malashenko even gave Krauser and his legionnaires the basic power to arm themselves again, so as to facilitate the unification of logistics, and did not use the original German guns, all of which were the latest AK44 automatic rifles and SVT40
Semi-automatic rifles. Officers are equipped with standard leg guns of the same standard as the leader's army, and everything they need is available.
Although Krause himself is not included, he and his gang of brothers only have 4 officers in total, and all of Yu Dong's are not large-scale soldiers.
But Malashenko gave him another power: the ability to expand the team to a hundred people.
As for how to get the soldiers, I can't give me new recruits from the Red Army anyway. I have to rely on my own ability to recruit them.
Where to recruit?
It's simple. Are there any Germans who grow potatoes and dig the earth in the Siberian prisoner-of-war camps? I want to ask someone to find them myself, and if they see fit, I can recruit them.
The premise is that the resumes of all new recruits must be submitted in detail. Not only does Malashenko have to review it in person, but it must also be handed over to the political commissar for a political review to ensure that the team will be very useful in the future and will continue to develop.
A strong team, clean from the beginning.
For the series of powers and full respect given by Malashenko, Krauser felt an indescribable gratitude in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more he felt like he was about to shed tears.
I feel that in my entire life, no one has ever looked down upon me so highly. I have never been treated so favorably by a high-ranking figure.
In this way, Krauser is determined to serve the general as hard as a dog and horse, and his determination to go through fire and water becomes stronger.
In the same way, the former Wehrmacht airborne veterans whose families far away have been properly accommodated due to Malashenko's direct intervention are basically as moved as Krauser.
Although Germany has been beaten to a pulp, the veterans, most of whom are in their thirties, compared the treatment described in their letters to their families, and were basically surprised to find that their families' lives are much better now than during the Nazi period.
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Comparing it with the relatives and neighbors who are picking up garbage and eating hungry meals, the comparison cannot be too stark.
The worries have been properly resolved, and with Krauser's firm leadership, the group of second-service veterans whose personal tactical skills are far better than ordinary soldiers are now loyal to Malashenko.
Some people even paste Lan Yizhi's photo in their monthly diary and hang it by their bedside to remind themselves not to forget how they will have a good confinement tomorrow.
So what is the estimated effect of doing that?
Just look at the two guards standing guard at the door of the building as soon as Malashenko got out of the car. They immediately smiled, and their expressions were more respectful and excited than meeting their biological father.
Nazu is dead, and everything related to it has been abolished and turned into historical dust.
As expected, the two guards standing at the door of the building gave Malashenko a non-standard Red Army gun salute.
Although I just learned it not long ago, the movements are quite standard and quite good. The brand new AK44 automatic rifle in my legs is far more efficient and easier to use than the shabby STG44 they used before.
Arsim walked outside the building with Malashenko and felt quite good when he was honored by Malashenko and saluted by the two guards.
"It can be seen that they respect you very much, Comrade Commander. Even if you are cursed by some other Germans, they don't care anymore."
"Is it because he gave them what they needed, what they couldn't give them, and what they wanted in their ruined homeland?"
Malashenko would not talk to those German soldiers who surrendered. It would not work. Materials at that time were far more useful than empty words.
"Now for them, when the stomach determines the brain and the family determines themselves, we must first let them feel their own care before launching a grand narrative. No matter how grand the narrative is, if it cannot pay attention to the individual, then it will be whimsical.
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Alsim was thoughtful after hearing Malashenko's words. Although he could not comprehend them immediately, he still remembered the words. This was a good habit developed by Alsim in the process of being with Malashenko for a long time.
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Don't understand the coal system on the spot. Remember it first and study it carefully later. There is always time.
Krauser, who returned to the station first, had already begun to make preparations. When he learned that Malashenko had arrived, he immediately took the initiative to greet him. As soon as they met, he immediately made Malashenko smile.
"General, everything is ready. The prisoner is in Interrogation Room No. 2. Is there anything you need from him?"
He didn't bring any extra entourage, so he brought Alsim and the driver. He left the driver and the car with Malashenko outside, and now Alsim alone accompanied him, and the dignified military commander didn't even have a guard when he went out.
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But Krauser, who knew everything, didn't know that the man named Alsim was far superior to any guard, and it was enough to have him by his side.
I heard that the infamous Heisenberg, nicknamed the "Bavarian Razor", died in Alsim's legs. Alsim put his legs on the roof of the Capitol and chopped him into several pieces. He had to collect his body.
It would be really terrible to put it in a bag.
Even Krauser, who sincerely despised the lunatic SS, could not have heard of the ferocity and cruelty of Heisenberg and his gang of crazy SS men.
Countless prisoners of war and British and American Allied Forces died in that guy's legs. Developing newer killing techniques was the most ruthless thing he did. His personal combat effectiveness was simply not at the top of the battle, and it was as ordinary as ordinary people.
Why would anyone put Heisenberg's company together with Wittmann's troops?
Is it because someone under Dongdana's order hopes to see the combination of the strongest infantry combat and the strongest armor, producing the effect of one plus one being greater than two.
As for Heisenberg's overly devilish acting style, it really didn't appeal to Wittmann. The two seemingly inseparable people felt that they were at odds with each other even when they were together, so there was no need to expect too much communication.
, if the strong and twisted melon is not sweet, then that’s not the case.
Now that Heisenberg is dead, the top SS infantry company in the east has been completely wiped out, and has been chopped into sausages by the top Slavic superman under the command of the Iron Butcher.
Wittmann had also been captured alive. He was held down on the spot by the Red Army soldiers surrounding the wreckage of the Tiger King. He knelt on the ground and became a prisoner of war.
Malashenko had been looking forward to how Wittmann would speak and what he would say to him when he saw him again.
But when he entered the room, what he saw was a man with hair as messy as a chicken coop and a beard as messy as a weed. He was wearing a prison uniform that had not been changed for an unknown period of time.
, not much better than the street beggars of later generations.
The number one armored ace who showed off his power in the past is now in prison, which makes people sigh.
Did he hear the sound of the door opening? Wittmann, who seemed a little dazed but still had bright eyes, took the initiative to raise his head and recognized the face of the man he kept in mind at a glance.
"Are you here to see a joke, right?"
"No, I would like to see how the number one armored ace with a record of 196 is doing. I am very dissatisfied with the "reception" received by my compatriots."
Malashenko, who was neither smiling nor angry, walked to the chair as he spoke, facing the person he had come all the way to meet. Alsim followed closely and came to the right rear of Malashenko, standing ready with bare legs.
Wittmann, who was handcuffed to the interrogation table and unable to move, continued to have a sullen expression on his face.
"A young major is very unworthy of him coming here to see a joke. To be precise, it was an interview and the best job opportunity I will receive in the rest of my life, and he believed that I would agree to come to the class.
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"Ha, hahahaha, hahahahaha——"
Malashenko's words trailed off quietly, but the prisoner who was sitting on the chair burst into laughter.
"His answer is no, fuck me!"
"I may be able to get those stoic Wehrmacht cowards to lick my leather shoes, steel butchers, but I can never get a true SS elite to surrender."
"He didn't know if my dog had told me, so he repeated it to me."
"Please kill him, please let him go. I have no third option. The only way to use him is to bury him in my back garden as fertilizer. Do I hear you? Idiot.
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The corners of Alsim's mouth and eyelids twitched at the same time.
Although I couldn't fully understand the meaning, I knew from the arrogant expression and the few curse words that the guy had no good words coming out of his mouth. He was definitely insulting the comrade commander and looking for death.
But Malashenko did not shut up, and Alsim, who knew what he was doing on this trip, remained unmoved, waiting quietly for the words from Malashenko, who was not angry but smiling.
"Then it seems that he can choose to let me go. It seems that there is no other choice. We can't let the interviewer die at the interview site."
".Do I regard lying as entertainment?"
Wittmann simply didn't believe that the steel butcher in front of him would let him go. He just assumed that Malashenko was deliberately joking for his own amusement, but he never expected Malashenko's move to catch up.
"Oh, don't put our Goebbels' most cruel thing on my head."
"Every time he spits out a thorn, Malashenko will shut up and keep his word. If he says to let me go, then he will definitely give me a chance."
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Without waiting for Wittmann to speak, Malashenko, who stood up from the chair, pulled out the saber from his waist with a "crack" sound, and held the leg hammer wrongly to lock Wittmann's leg chain.
Dangdong again.
Bang——
An interrogation table made of metal swayed, sparks flew everywhere, and the leg cuff chain that was integrated with the interrogation table was cut off by Malashenko's knife.
He was horrified by the strength of the steel butcher. Before the astonished Wittmann could speak, the sharp saber had already been lifted up by Malashenko and dropped to his face, causing him to choke on it.
"do you know it?"
".That's not true"
Looking at Wittmann's obviously good-looking eyes after looking at the knife, Malashenko, who raised his lips, had obviously gotten the answer he wanted.
"That's right. But with Heisenberg's knife, he and I are comrades who live and die together, right?"
Before Wittmann could say anything, Malashenko had already turned around and walked towards the door, misremembering Wittmann's words and quietly rang out again.
"The man standing in front of me has chopped my comrade Heisenberg into a sausage enemy, and is he the only obstacle to my freedom."
"Don't worry, he is now defenseless. He has neither a gun nor a knife. And what I want to do is to pick up Heisenberg's knife and kill him, if I can do it."
"He assured me of his military honor and begged me to pass his test and walk out the door. Then I would be free and immediately be released to go wherever I wanted."
"Believe it or not, the opportunity is right in front of you. There is no harm in giving it a try, no?"
Bang——
The heavy iron door of the interrogation room was pulled open by Malashenko's legs. At this moment, only two people were left in the room, looking at each other.
Arsim, who had been left behind by Malashenko, was still standing there, with a still face and no movement. Dressed in a major's uniform, he looked as harmless as a decoration.
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Wittmann did struggle, but it was only for a few seconds. Before that, he resolutely stretched out his legs to hold the knife Malashenko put in front of him, and stood up slowly.
"Is it true that I killed Heisenberg?"
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Alsim ignored him and continued to stand there as motionless as an iron tower. He neither understood nor bothered to reply.
"Shut up, huh? Killing me should make that steel butcher look better. That's enough reason."
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Alsim remained silent, so Wittmann, whose provocation was useless, could bite the bullet and continue to slowly approach the guy who was as motionless as a wooden man.
Malashenko, who was standing outside the door and lighting a cigarette against the wall, glanced at the time on the clock, and with smoke coming from his mouth, he could not help but speak quietly.
"Five minutes is too long, maybe three minutes, lest Wittmann be beaten to death, I hope I can hold on."
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