Chapter 3016 Congratulations, the interview passed
Chapter 3016 Congratulations on passing the interview
Author: Ke Ji丶
Chapter 3016 Congratulations on passing the interview
Malashenko did tell Alsim to take it easy and remember to show mercy.
That SS leader who walks in an armored iron box and fights is not a human sandbag that can withstand my random tossing. In terms of melee combat skills and skills, he is not even as good as the various Nazi soldiers I have encountered before.
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Not to mention that the guy has suffered from hunger since he was captured, but his quality of life is indeed not as good as before, and he is definitely not as able to withstand the torture as before.
It only takes one cigarette and three minutes.
When Malashenko pushed in the door three minutes later, the scene in front of him was extremely miserable, but it was certainly not much better.
Alsim continued to stand there, or after finishing speaking, he returned to his original position, still as motionless as an iron tower.
As for Wittmann, he didn't walk back to his interrogation chair, or he was pushed back by Alsim's legs in some way.
Now, although there are no restraints from the leg cuffs, Wittmann's condition is already much more realistic than wearing the leg cuffs.
Malashenko clearly saw the look in Wittmann's eyes, looking at Alsim standing motionless in front of him as if he were looking at a monster, as if Alsim had some indescribable fear rather than a human being.
As for that knife, that heavy Nazi knife that Alsim brought back from the Reichstag as a trophy was once the exclusive weapon of Heisenberg, who could fight Alsim repeatedly.
The table in front of Wittmann is now standing, but it has been directly inserted vertically into the iron interrogation table by a strong external force, instead of being left on the table like when Malashenko left.
state.
He looked at Alsim, who was still calm, as if nothing had happened, and then at Wittmann, who was walking away without saying a word.
Feeling that the guy must have been stimulated in some way, Malashenko remained silent. He took a step forward and came to his side. Seeing that he was still silent and motionless, he immediately stretched out his legs to hold the heavy knife inserted in the iron table in front of him.
, tried to pull it out. I found that the thing couldn't be pulled out with one leg by its own strength, and it was stuck and couldn't move.
I want to know if Malashenko is any ordinary person in terms of strength.
Not only does he have a tall and powerful figure of over 1.9 meters, but he also has the experience of playing with 122 artillery shells in the past and now working hard with 130 artillery shells. The entire Stalin series of heavy tanks can actually be regarded as a "big gym", and he can carry extra artillery shells during the week.
The various monthly routines are enough to develop a pair of unicorn arms.
Just like that, the knife in front of him seemed to be easily inserted into the iron table. With all the strength of one leg, Malashenko could not move at all, let alone pull it out.
It can be seen that the thing must be inserted twice or even multiple times, and it can be stuck so tightly only by slamming it into shape at once.
Malashenko didn't know what happened in the room just now, but he guessed that the way Wittmann was made to look like that had a lot to do with the knife in front of him.
Who knows what Wittmann has experienced, and what kind of strength he has witnessed Alsim's display, but in short, he is fine,
Instead of worrying about whether Alsim was okay, he was worried about whether Wittmann was missing an arm or a leg.
Looking east, I found that Wittmann's body parts were all alive except for his complicated expression.
Malashenko, who was thinking that Alsim's work efficiency should be praised, walked away again. Before he could speak, he heard Wittmann, who had been silent until now, take the initiative to speak.
"Can I give him a cigarette?"
"Um?"
Although he deliberately tried to force it up and cover it up, Malashenko could clearly hear Wittmann's tone, which was somewhat trembling, as if he had just climbed out of the sinking Titanic.
After hearing this, Malashenko did not respond directly. He turned to look at Alsim and found that his face was calm. It seemed that Wittmann's bells and whistles were not even qualified to catch his eye.
"When will you smoke next time?"
While taking out the cigarette case and refilling one for himself, he held the cigarette in his mouth and opened his mouth, and at the same time passed one to Wittmann.
Wittmann stretched out his legs to take the cigarette, shakily put it into his mouth and held it in his mouth. This action also could not escape Malashenko's eyes. The tone of Donglai's next words was slightly calmer than before.
"Before he was caught by me, he smoked the last cigarette in the remains of the Tiger King before taking it out and sharing it with others."
That's right, at least I can speak human words, instead of just opening my mouth and starting to curse, or being weird.
Malashenko's guess was correct. Asking Alsim to teach Wittmann would be effective. If you don't listen to the good things, then he can give you a "little Slavic shock."
"Well, is it true that it was quite a long time ago and I had a period of confinement? It has been quite uncomfortable, right?"
Having been in a state of despair all day long, suffering from mental torment and unable to find the comfort of nicotine, Malashenko could imagine that Wittmann must have had a difficult time during his recent confinement. He looked like a beggar who was asking for help.
Will it be proven?
If they had not known in advance, who would have thought that the slovenly man in front of him, who looked like a beggar for a living, could actually be the famous top armored ace, the king of the rankings with a record of 196 vehicles.
It’s true that people are influenced by nature and don’t judge people by their appearance. It can be considered applicable to Wittmann now.
"What do I want? Do I want him to behave like a dog and mislead me, just like the coward of the National Defense Force? He told me clearly that this is not possible. Even if I make him feel scared, I still can't make him give in!"
"fear?"
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When Malashenko singled out the key point and asked him a rhetorical question, Wittmann looked a little embarrassed when he realized that he had let something slip.
The corner of his eye glanced at Alsim, but he still didn't dare to look directly at him, as if the person standing there was not a human being but a ghost. Malashenko, who saw it in his eyes, smiled slightly at this.
"He never intended to make me surrender, nor did he want to accept a two-legged person as a dog. I completely misunderstood what he meant."
"What he wants to say remains the same. If he comes to see me for an interview tomorrow, I probably won't get a better job opportunity in the rest of my life than what I'm asking for tomorrow. Do I really want to be in a labor camp?
In ten or twenty years, after you come out, you will be left with a sick body to write some painless memoirs, right?"
"Whether he said that was unnecessary, but he did want to remind me, Wittmann."
"Don't forget, I am not even a legal soldier. Strictly speaking, I can be considered a stubborn militant, and it is not illegal. Do you understand what he means?"
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Of course Wittmann knew what his identity as an SS meant, and the steel butcher in front of him was indeed not trying to scare him.
Germany's recognized orthodox armed forces have always included the Wehrmacht. As for the SS, they are just a group of illegal armed elements kept in captivity by the Nazis.
Ordinary prisoners of war in the Wehrmacht could be released early and go home after Germany's defeat, but those losers in the SS were not even qualified to be prisoners of war. How could they talk about the treatment of prisoners of war?
There are 10,000 legitimate reasons for the Soviets to imprison themselves until they die, and to reeducate themselves in labor camps until they die. As the Steel Butcher said, it only takes ten or twenty years to be released. To a certain extent, it is already promising.
The comparison is quite good.
"Besides, if he remembers correctly, my pregnant wife should give birth soon. The due date is next fall, right? Wouldn't it be nice to get a good, decent new job and go back to support my family and be with my wife and children?"
Is that so? Does she miss me very much and is waiting for her hero to come home?"
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If Wittmann's expression just now was not one of fear and despair, he was almost overwhelmed by the completely dark foreseeable future.
Now, with that expression so clearly reflected in Malashenko's sight, he was completely panicked and confused.
"What have I done!? What have I done wrong to Hilde!!!"
Wittmann, who lost control at the sight, almost stood up from his chair and rushed toward Malashenko.
And Alsim, who had been standing behind Malashenko, didn't even say a word. He just took a step forward in an instant and stared at the crazy critic who could not control his body with his eyes.
The leader of the Guards.
Wittmann's almost uncontrollable movements stopped, just like when the pause button was pressed while playing Contra, the picture turned from dynamic to still and froze, or to be more precise, he could no longer move.
"Calm down, Mr. Wittmann. He, Malashenko, does not have a heroic appearance, and he has no interest in my wife."
"I also know that Germany is in ruins now. Mrs. Wittmann has a big belly and has no food and clothing. He Malashenko asked himself that he should help whenever he can. After all, although he and I are on the wrong side of each other, but
Is it wrong to be more closely related to a woman, to my wife, and to the unborn child in my belly?"
He stood up and came to Wittmann's side, walking and talking. As he spoke, he raised his leg and put it on Wittmann's shoulder, and gently pushed him back into the chair before walking.
On one hand, he took out a lighter with his right leg and personally lit the cigarette that Wittmann had been holding in his mouth but not taking the fire. On the other hand, he reached to the outer lining of his coat with his left hand and took out the autographed letter he had brought with him.
, and handed it to Wittmann.
"She was cruel to me and needed me. She was helpless and helpless. She asked him to bring me the letter."
"We are both soldiers, and we are both men. Before I fulfill my loyalty and filial piety for the souls of the East Hell, shouldn't I think about my unborn child? Isn't it my wife who was pregnant with me in October?
?Are they inferior to those who have gone to hell, and are the living people inferior to the ghosts who have died?"
"Think about it carefully and think about what I should do."
While Wittmann was smoking from his mouth and using trembling legs to open and read his wife's autographed letter, Malashenko strolled around the interrogation room while quietly continuing to speak.
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"Germany is extremely ill and rotten to the core. There is no way to save it."
"The Nazis have polluted that land, and what they want to do is to completely purify the land and burn the Nazis to ashes."
"A new Germany will be reborn in that purified land, a Germany that is completely free from Nazi pollution!"
"The remnants of the Nazis will be lost in history, and the ruthless ones will rise again. If they don't give up everything on their ruthless motherland, they will make Germany great again!"
"So, what do I think."
After wandering around the interrogation room for a week, he returned to Wittmann. Malashenko, who was standing tall, asked Dong's initial question in a overlooking manner.
"If you don't become the funerary object of the Nazis and become the history of failure and destruction, if you don't become a new and ruthless countryman who is reborn, you will have to fight for tomorrow."
"My wife and unborn child are waiting for my answer to tell them my decision."
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Wittmann, holding a cigarette under one leg and holding the letter with both legs, raised his head tremblingly, and his initial answer came out as a rhetorical question.
"Then what exactly is the fight he has been fighting?"
"How about I witness the defeat and destruction of the Nazis with my own eyes, and then remember the history and pass it on to the eastern generation to avoid making the same mistakes again. Then I can use my own legs to build everything that was destroyed by the Nazis into a better tomorrow!"
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Without any more words, he quietly put down the letter and extended his right leg towards Malashenko, which was already the best answer.
"Congratulations, I passed the interview and the job is mine."
Malashenko responded with a twitching smile and held Wittmann's leg. He had been preparing for it since he was in Berlin, and now he could finally say whether there would be no bonus.
Malashenko took Alsim and left, but there was crying in the interrogation room that was left empty behind him.
He cried so loudly that the sound could be heard even through the iron door, and the people in the corridor outside the door could really hear it.
"What's wrong with him? Why are he crying?"
Krauser, who had just arrived, was puzzled and asked questions with doubts, but he did not understand why a die-hard SS leader was crying so heartbrokenly. Only Malashenko's answer remained calm as before.
"Let him cry, give him some time and space, and if he wants to see him, contact him."
"In addition, pay attention to observation. It is best to get to know Yi Dongming again. I hope that we can have a happy working relationship in the next month."