"Hitler still has to wait until he gets to Berlin to kick his ass! But what we caught this time is indeed a German guy's treasure. We caught a German guy's... uh... how do you say it? Oh
, is a German with a PhD in mechanical engineering. He himself said that he returned to Nazi Germany after studying in the United States!"
"Hmm? PhD in Mechanical Engineering?"
The answer given by the bearded captain Maxim was a little surprised. He had no idea that Maxim, who had a mind as thick as a sewer, could capture a German doctor of mechanical engineering alive. Malashenko was the best at the moment.
What's strange is how Maxim managed to capture the opponent alive without blowing him into pieces.
Malashenko, who traveled from later generations, knows very clearly how important a doctor in mechanical engineering who returned from studying abroad during World War II is to a country. In a developed country like Germany, it may not be so important.
However, this kind of talent is still a strategic resource that can be encountered but cannot be sought.
"Where is he? Maxim, the German doctor you are talking about will not be seriously injured by you, right?"
Maxim, who understood that Malashenko was joking with him, did not hesitate. He waved his right hand behind him and summoned Dr. August, whose wound had been roughly bandaged.
"This guy's leg was bleeding because the car rolled over. I was worried about what damage the German guy would suffer if he died, so I had someone bandage him briefly to barely stop the bleeding. Sasha said that the German guy didn't sound like he was
He is lying, you can be sure he is a doctor."
Looking at the middle-aged man who was being held at gunpoint by two Red Army tank soldiers and being escorted in front of him like a death row prisoner, Malashenko, who saw the other man's embarrassment at first glance, waved to the two tank soldiers to move him.
The gun moved away, and Malashenko, who was not yet sure whether the so-called German doctor could understand Russian, immediately took a step forward.
"Introduce yourself, Mr. Doctor."
After the car rollover accident, his glasses, which were blurred and broken, could hardly see the specific appearance of the person in front of him. Dr. August took off his glasses and wiped them with his clothes, and then he could see Malashenko clearly.
Face, but still unable to understand Russian, his head shook his head like a rattle.
"Okay, whoever knows German, come and translate!"
"Comrade leader, I understand German."
Tracing the direction of the voice, Shuang Mu focused his eyes on one of the two tank soldiers responsible for escorting him. Maxim, who was staying next to Malashenko, saw this and moved forward in a timely manner.
He spoke quietly in one step.
"Sasha, comrade leader, he is the best German speaker among us. When he was in Poland, he served as an interpreter for communicating with the Germans. Before the war, he served in the tank unit of the border guard."
With Maxim's introduction, he realized that there was such a hidden dragon and crouching tiger talent among the defeated troops he had gathered before. After remembering the face that was younger than himself, Malashenko, who raised his hand to signal, immediately gave the order.
.
"Translate what I just said to him, Sasha, and then ask him why he came to the front."
Following Malashenko's order, he converted all the words into German and repeated them in detail. Dr. August, who finally understood some of the German language, quickly responded.
"August, Adolf August, I came to the front line to collect information about your new Soviet heavy tanks. This is very important to us, but it is a thing of the past now."
After repeating Dr. August's words to Malashenko in full, Malashenko, who frowned slightly, was a little doubtful.
"Ask him if he has a research team accompanying him. It's too abnormal to be on the front line alone."
Sasha, who took the essence of Malashenko's words and briefly explained the key issues to Dr. August, is obviously not a fool.
"Others, the team I brought are all in the trucks at the back. I don't know what their current situation is."
How many trucks are behind?
Malashenko, who heard the retelling of the words from Sasha's mouth, cast his eyes at Maxim on the side with some doubts. The bearded captain, who also heard the complete statement from Sasha's mouth, instantly became embarrassed because those trucks were because of
His shootings and serial rear-end car accidents have killed many people on the spot.
"Comrade leader, the situation...the situation is a bit complicated. Several Germans in the trucks behind were killed. They ignored the warning and insisted on fleeing. I just..."
"You just shot and deflated their car tires? If your command vehicle radio hadn't been broken, I would have kicked you to another army. Do you really think I couldn't see what you did in the telescope?"
What?"
"..."
Being scolded so hard by Malashenko that his head almost fell into his crotch, Maxim, who was just staring at the scolding, also understood how important it was to capture a group of German scientists alive.
At this point, there is no way to bring those dead German military researchers back to life. Capturing Dr. August, the leader of the team, is still a great achievement. After a little beating on Maxim who changed the combat order without authorization, at best, it is only
Malashenko, who could be regarded as a bluff, did not continue to investigate the responsibility.
"Since you said you are a tank expert, let me ask you a few questions, and you must answer me truthfully. What is the tank project you are responsible for in Germany? What is the current level of development? What are the specific tank parameters? And
How long will it take for it to be officially put into production and supplied to the front-line troops?”
It is not a coherent thing to retell four consecutive questions in full. It took Sasha, who only had two knives in German, nearly 20 seconds to complete the retelling in Russian. However, his eyes were now in a glazed state and he could not stare.
Dr. August was so relaxed that he no longer had the time to listen to what the words around him meant.
"What's wrong with this German guy? Is there something wrong with his head?"
Before Maxim could finish his question, Dr. August, who was staring at the majestic tank behind Malashenko with gleaming eyes, immediately felt like a man who had been imprisoned for twenty years.
When he was released from prison, he was like a rapist who saw Audrey Hepburn standing in front of him in a swimsuit. He ignored Malashenko and Maxim in front of him with dull eyes, and headed towards the car that was the only dream in his eyes.
The lover walked over quickly.
"This is it, you can't go wrong! This is what I need! Look at this photo! It's exactly the same! This is what I'm looking for!"