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Chapter 579

The number of German troops that were fiercely attacking the village was large, including an infantry regiment and half an armored regiment, which was far more powerful than the troops Malashenko had at his disposal at this time.

The only thing that may be considered good news for Malashenko is that the two subsequent organic German units that fought over were both understaffed.

The infantry regiment lost one battalion, and the armored regiment was even worse, losing half a regiment.

The reason for this result was that half of the German tanks of the regiment and a fully mechanized infantry battalion had been eaten by Malashenko.

That's right, the unlucky vanguard of the Sixth Army belonged to these two German troops! What's even more outrageous is that the mechanized infantry battalion that was eaten also brought all the armored vehicles of the entire regiment. The remaining German troops

The infantrymen could only drive the No. 11 bus and measure the Soviet Union with their feet.

Although they retreated in a hurry after the air raid, Malashenko still ordered the collection of all the bodies of Red Army soldiers who died on the battlefield and transported them into the village. Only the corpses of the German soldiers who died violently on the grassland were left intact and mixed together.

There were pieces of human flesh that smelled of a lot of blood.

The German attacking troops slowly coming up were naturally very angry when they saw this scene.

In front of them, the corpses of these familiar comrades were lying on the hot grassland, exposed to the scorching sun above their heads. The German attacking troops looked at this scene with anger and annoyance.

If this group of Wehrmacht armored soldiers were to do the thing of running over the corpses of their comrades with a tank and whipping them again, they really wouldn't be able to do it. Tanks of 20 to 30 tons crashed over them, not to mention collecting the corpses afterwards.

To put the bones and pieces of human flesh together, you would probably have to dig them out bit by bit from the cracks in the tank tracks.

The war was not yet so frenzied, and the armored soldiers of the Wehrmacht, who still adhered to the bottom line principle, asked themselves whether they could do such a thing.

It's not a good idea to just run over the corpses of your comrades. You know that if the corpses are left to dry in the sun all afternoon, they will probably stink to the sky in the evening. I want to collect the corpses of my comrades as soon as possible to prevent the plague from happening, but the people in front of me who have already knowingly guarded

The Soviet troops in the village would definitely not watch helplessly as the German troops went into battle shirtless and played around with them.

Malashenko used these corpses of German soldiers who died suddenly on the battlefield to create a big problem for the large German troops that followed. It was not only the commander of this German army who personally ordered it, but also the German soldiers below made the request.

All in all, Malashenko, who originally just wanted to disgust the Germans and delay the situation, soon encountered an unexpected situation.

At first glance, when he saw a three-span motorcycle with a German soldier holding a white flag sitting in the bucket heading toward him, Malashenko almost thought he was blind or insane or something.

But the actual outcome was obviously not what Malashenko had imagined. The German second lieutenant, who arrived in front of the Soviet position on a sidecar motorcycle with an ordinary soldier as a driver, quickly raised his hands to indicate that he was not a threat.

After stepping off the motorcycle sidecar holding a white flag symbolizing a temporary cease-fire, a very fluent Russian blurted out loudly.

"I'm not here to fight! Tell your commander that I'm here to talk to you about terms! A terms that is good for both of us!"

Malashenko, who was lying behind a fence on the edge of the village with a black leather tank cap on his head, couldn't help but wonder, what kind of medicine was this German guy selling in his gourd? He had never encountered a similar situation since last year.

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"What should we do? Malashenko, the German guy is waiting for a reply there."

Facing Lavrinenko, who was also lying behind the fence watching the show with a telescope in his hand, he asked. Malashenko, who couldn't figure out what the situation was, answered uncertainly.

"Don't worry, there is a Comrade Political Commissar sitting over the trenches. He has seen many more scenes than we have seen. He will solve it all. We just keep watching!"

When people get along together for a long time, they will always have some understanding.

Malashenko's prediction was very correct. Before he could finish the reply he just gave, Petrov, the political commissar on the other side of the trench in front of the village, had already signaled a few soldiers to run out of the trench and bring the two Germans over.

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The German tanks and large groups of infantry were parked at a position visible to the naked eye less than one kilometer away. Four Red Army soldiers who had the courage to follow Commissar Petrov's order and ran out of the trench used their fastest speed, working in pairs, to grab hold of each one.

He stopped the two Germans who raised their hands and dragged the two German soldiers into the trench like donkeys.

Political Commissar Petrov, who was half-crouching and retracting his head, immediately saw two German soldiers who were being pressed over in the trench.

"Fifteen minutes! We have fifteen minutes to negotiate terms, starting from the moment I was dragged into the trench by your people! For your own sake, I suggest you seize the less than 14 minutes you have left immediately.

, Mr. Political Commissar.”

At first he was a little surprised to hear such a series of political commissar Petrov who spoke fluent Russian. This German second lieutenant could recognize that he was a political commissar and not a military officer just by looking at his military uniform. No language communication was needed.

With the answer, it is obvious that he is not a simple ordinary German second lieutenant.

Political Commissar Petrov, who quickly recovered from his brief surprise, simply took the time to ask directly in the trench.

"What are your plans?"

"It's very simple. You surrender, surrender immediately, Mr. Political Commissar! There is no room for bargaining or making conditions. You know that all this is not a reality that can be reversed by human subjective consciousness."

"We need to collect the corpses of those comrades you left behind as trouble. In exchange, we can guarantee your safety after surrender. You will not be shot by us, and the lives of the comrades around you can also be guaranteed and you can take a bite.

Eat well. We have avoided unnecessary casualties in the attack, and you can survive without having to die in vain. It's that simple."

Extremely confident in the conditions he offered, the German second lieutenant who was sent as a lobbyist was convinced that the conditions he offered were absolutely very attractive.

"How about it? Think about it, Mr. Political Commissar, this is definitely the best result for you."

Even without Malashenko present, Commissar Petrov, who had remained silent from beginning to end, did not waver in his belief at all.

Unlike Malashenko and Lavrinenko, who had never seen the world, Petrov, the political commissar who had crawled out from the dead dozens of times on the battlefield, never saw the German army riding a motorcycle with a sidecar.

From the moment the white flag came straight over, I had already guessed what kind of medicine these Germans were selling in their gourds.


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