The dull sound of the German soldiers falling into the snowdrift before they even had time to scream attracted the attention of their companions in front.
Although they had nominally laid down their weapons and surrendered as Soviet prisoners of war, these surrendering soldiers in German military uniforms still did not hesitate to rush forward and reach out to help them up when they fell to the ground.
comrades.
"Koch, wake up! Are you okay?"
The weak body held in the arms of his comrades still couldn't feel a trace of forced warmth. The German soldier, whose cheeks were blue from the cold and whose face was pale, was obviously extremely weak.
"I...I...I have no strength anymore, I can't do it anymore, Hermann. I can't bear it anymore, I can't hold on anymore...let those Russians beat me to death..."
In the snow, don't you speak Russian? Tell them to shoot me, I really can't stand it anymore..."
Looking at the two people in front of them who had abandoned all their weapons and were saying their final farewells, the Soviet soldier who originally planned to raise the butt of his gun and hit it hard quietly stopped midway.
Although they were both soldiers, fighting for different beliefs and flags, the Soviet soldiers who also experienced the tragic scene of life and death with their comrades could not help but be moved by the scene. They gave these Germans who took the initiative to surrender a final farewell and the only remaining life.
It’s not too much to point out military dignity.
Feeling that the frozen body in his arms began to breathe more and more weakly, the German officer who refused to give up hope suddenly raised his head and spoke loudly to the "initiator" in front of him.
"Please, save him! A glass of hot water, a cotton coat, no, even a glass of your vodka can save him! He is almost freezing to death! Don't you have any sympathy?
!?"
After hearing the loud Russian voice in front of him that seemed awkward but could still be understood completely, the Soviet soldiers who were originally a little surprised were stunned for a while, and then a rather disdainful sneer was followed by sarcastic words.
blurted out.
"Sympathy? What the hell are you talking about, you bastard lackey! When you are dead, go and ask the Red Army soldiers who were killed by your own hands if they have any sympathy. If even they have it, then
I have the same thing."
A burst of bohemian laughter came from not far away and attracted the attention of Malashenko, who had just jumped out of the car. Malashenko, who was about to take Iushkin's hand and handed him the Somi submachine gun, couldn't help but stop.
Iushkin, who was still on the turret, looked a bit strange as he looked around in the direction of the sound.
"What's wrong? Did something happen there?"
"We'll find out what happened if we go over and have a look. Come with me, Iushkin Kirill, you guys, check the condition of the tank and see the specific damage to the area that was hit just now. Give it to me when I come back later.
An oral presentation.”
"I understand, Comrade Commander, I'll do it right away."
After taking the Somi submachine gun from Iushkin, he immediately held the weapon in his hand and walked in the direction of the laughter. Iushkin, who was following Malashenko, also looked very curious.
And it was a bit weird, that laughter that was almost mocking but mixed with a hint of unpredictable emotion sounded a little too weird.
When Malashenko, holding a Somi submachine gun, and Iushkin, who was accompanying him, came to the place where the laughter came from, they saw the German officer holding his dying comrade still shouting in panic and helplessness.
He looked around desperately, trying to find anyone who could help him within his sight.
Seeing this, Malashenko did not immediately ask questions, but stepped forward with the Somi submachine gun in his hand, and came to the Soviet soldier who still had a sarcastic look on his face and chose to wait and see what happened.
"What's going on here, Sergeant, can you give me an overview?"
"Um?"
The Soviet soldier who was originally responding with a wait-and-see attitude did not expect that someone next to him would suddenly ask him a question. Although he subconsciously raised his head, he did not find any military rank on the opponent's tank soldier's fire-proof combat uniform.
logo, but the resolute face that appeared next to his regiment leader at the pre-war mobilization rally was all too familiar.
"Comrade Malashenko? Oh, damn... Uh, no, I mean these Germans deserve to die, Comrade Commander. Sergeant Diyakov reports to you, I wish you good health!"
It was no surprise that he had forced the sergeant to say hello to him in a hurry. Malashenko, who only wanted to know what was going on here, immediately started to repeat himself.
After hearing the repeated question from Malashenko's mouth, Diyakov, whose brain circuit finally returned to normal from the panic state, hurriedly answered.
"It's like this, comrade leader. There was a German guy who was dishonest and deliberately delayed the escort to show off. So I went up and gave him a rifle butt. I didn't expect that this German guy couldn't help but beat the Japanese monkeys. He gave him a shot.
He fell down in the snow. Then this high-ranking German guy rushed up and hugged him, and asked me for help. I felt funny for a moment and decided to watch like this, that's all."
Malashenko, who learned the whole story from the sergeant in front of him, was noncommittal, and turned his eyes again to the German officer in front of him who was still embracing his comrades.
"Major... This officer is quite young. It seems that there should be at least one German battalion in the village."
Although the tall Soviet tank soldier in front of him was wearing a complete set of fire-proof combat uniforms and could not see any conspicuous military rank, the respectful attitude of the arrogant Soviet soldier who flatly rejected him could be seen.
Knowing a little bit, the German major instantly realized that he had grasped a life-saving straw. He quickly moved his knees to the ground and hugged his comrades, and spoke repeatedly towards Malashenko, who was closer to him.
"Mr. Officer, please save him, you must save him! Koch is still very young, he is just 19 years old this year. He cannot just die in the snow!"
Since traveling to this era, we have seen countless people on the purgatory-like Shura battlefield. The very few German soldiers captured by the Soviet army either had unruly and disdainful looks in their eyes, or they did not care about being captured at all.
He thought that his troops would definitely fight back to defeat the Soviet army and save him from taking it seriously.
But this kind of look that abandons dignity and disregards everything, as if it is almost extravagant, reminds Malashenko of the time when he was in peace before time travel, a certain kind that would only be revealed when the person who was extremely important to him was dying.