Malashenko was right, these captured German soldiers were definitely top-notch physical labor experts, at least when faced with the black holes of gunfire guarding the Red Army soldiers.
Looking at the German prisoners who were driven off the truck in front of them, under Malashenko's personal orders, they each received their tools and started working. They were digging the soil very fast, as if they were extremely afraid of Malashenko.
Such a scene was something that the young Red Army captain had never even dreamed of.
"Unbelievable! Comrade Malashenko! I have never seen these Germans be so honest, not even in my dreams! This is incredible, Comrade Malashenko, how did you do it?
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After being praised so loudly, Malashenko unexpectedly seemed a little embarrassed. Malashenko, who was blushing a little, felt that this was not worth bragging about. Capturing German prisoners was already a problem for the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment.
A commonplace meal.
"If you have the chance, you can ask these Germans in person and ask them what it was like to cry bitterly and raise their hands to surrender, crying and shouting to beg the Red Army soldiers to spare their lives. You will probably know how I captured them.
That’s it.”
After hearing the answer, the Red Army captain was obviously a little stunned and then burst into laughter. He obviously understood that Malashenko was joking with him about these Germans. He laughed without caring about those around him.
Some German prisoners who could understand Russian felt like they had eaten flies.
"I understand, Comrade Malashenko, thank you very much for this gift! I will personally supervise and keep an eye on these Germans so that they can work hard to participate in labor reform and contribute to the construction of communism."
"in addition......"
The Red Army captain who was mid-sentence turned around and shouted loudly towards a Red Army soldier not far away who was holding a Bobosha submachine gun tightly in his hand and staring at the German prisoners as if facing a formidable enemy.
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"Hey! Vorokov! Here, come here! Does this damn little fool hear you?"
The young captain who spoke in a polite and easy-going manner was obviously a generous man similar to Malashenko.
Upon hearing his company commander's yelling, the Red Army soldier immediately put his weapon on his back and ran over in three and two steps. He saluted the two men in front of him and then spoke to report.
"Comrade Company Commander, what are your orders?"
The captain was shocked and made corresponding plans. First, he introduced Malashenko's famous name to the soldier named Vorokov. Before the latter spoke with his eyes wide open and a look of surprise on his face, he followed him.
The last command came out of his mouth.
"You take Comrade Malashenko to the division headquarters and ask Comrade Malashenko to directly communicate with the division commander. Do you hear me clearly?"
"Uh...ah, yes, Comrade Company Commander, I heard you clearly! I repeat, take Comrade Malashenko to the division headquarters and let him communicate directly with Comrade Division Commander!"
"Yes, it seems that you are not completely stupid. Just carry out the order!"
According to the comrade captain's explanation, the troops under Malashenko were not allowed to enter the city without clear orders from their superiors. This was a rule that had been established long ago and could not be broken.
The captain told Malashenko that his troops can wait for him outside the city, where they will be responsible for treating some wounded and providing food and drinking water. The wounded who are in more critical condition will be sent directly to the hospital in the city for better treatment.
Priority treatment, in short, everything will be arranged properly and Malashenko does not need to worry about it.
Seeing how talkative this young captain he had never met made Malashenko, who had a grin on his face, smile heartily.
"Thank you very much, comrade captain, can you tell me your name?"
"Yazov, Alexander Azov, it is an honor to meet you, Comrade Malashenko."
Looking at Captain Yazov's slightly uncertain right hand that was slowly handed over, Malashenko took off his glove without taking it seriously and held it tightly with his broad and powerful hand.
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"Fight hard, comrade! Victory and Stalingrad belong to us, and they will never be snatched away by those Germans!"
Captain Yazov found a GAZ small jeep for Malashenko. It was the best car in their company. It was so valuable that Captain Yazov himself would save everything he could. He would try his best to use this small Jeep.
Keep your car in top condition for emergencies.
As far as the current situation is concerned, Malashenko's arrival is an urgent moment for Captain Yazov to use this little Gas Jeep.
People who know how to drive a car these days are relatively good at it. It is a difficult but very practical technology to master, especially for the stupid, big, black and thick Soviet cars.
It just so happened that Vorokov, a Red Army soldier sent by Captain Yazov to lead Malashenko, was such a buddy who could drive.
The road leading to the division headquarters on the edge of the city is not too far. Malashenko estimated that the distance is only about three kilometers with twists and turns at most. If you count the straight-line distance, it will definitely be shorter.
After completing the notification process, Malashenko quickly met the commander Mikhail.
Compared to Captain Yazov, who did not recognize Malashenko, he was quite excited when he recognized at a glance that the person in front of him was Commander Mikhail, whose face he often saw in Pravda.
"I didn't expect to see you in person under such circumstances, Comrade Malashenko. You are a frequent visitor to Pravda and a tank hero of the Red Army! How can I help you?"
Although Commander Mikhail looked excited and happy, Malashenko, who was worried about the excessive losses of his troops, was obviously not moved by this, and could only manage to squeeze out a smile on his long face.
The smile of the scene.
"Can you tell me who is commanding the Stalingrad Front now? I am a unit directly under the Front. I hope to meet Comrade Commander immediately."
Faced with the question raised by Malashenko, Commander Mikhail immediately gave the answer without much hesitation.
"At present, Marshal Timoshenko has been transferred. The person taking over as the commander of the front is Lieutenant General Gordov, and the representative sent by Moscow, General Vasilevsky, is also there."
"...."
"It seems that Comrade Lao Zhu has not taken office yet..."
Although Malashenko's plan to complain to Comrade Zhu, his confidant, was in vain, but roughly inferring from the time point, since Vasilevsky has already arrived, it will not be long before Comrade Lao Zhu comes to Stalingrad.
Not far away.
Moreover, Vasilevsky and Zhukov have a good personal relationship. Malashenko feels that if he reports to the front army headquarters now, he should still be able to receive some new tanks. He only needs to report the name of Comrade Zhukov.