"These Germans are the same as before. It's no big deal. As long as they exceed the limit of their endurance, they will surrender. They are slightly stronger than the French."
He leaned against the armor plate of the vehicle behind him and lit the cigarette in his mouth with a lighter. Iushkin, who did not think highly of his opponents, the German soldiers, looked somewhat disdainful.
"A bunch of fascist cowards, bastards, not like soldiers..."
Iushkin, who was holding a cigarette between his fingers, was cursing. The German prisoners who were passing by in line under the escort of the Red Army soldiers couldn't help but look at this side more curiously. Unexpectedly, Iushkin noticed him and continued.
Extremely unhappy.
"What are you looking at? Damn Hitler's lackey, wait until I send you to see your Kaiser's ass!"
The saliva flying from his mouth and the yelling and cursing were not enough. Iushkin put the cigarette back into his mouth, turned around and bent down to pick out a German steel helmet from the pile of captured weapons at his feet, and rounded it like a basketball.
His arm easily hit the German prisoner of war who was looking this way just now.
boom--
"ah!"
Iushkin, who often went from car to car with Kirill to carry artillery shells into the tank, was very strong. He rounded his arms and threw a helmet, and then hit it firmly on the forehead, and so on.
Under the circumstances, it was quite a respect to not have his brains splattered.
The German prisoner of war who fell to the ground after screaming was so violently hit by Iushkin that his head was bruised and bleeding. When several German prisoners of war who were walking beside him saw this, they immediately stopped and helped their comrades off the ground.
stand up.
The German prisoner of war, whose face was covered with blood, was hit by Iushkin on the forehead with a big hole. He seemed a little confused and could not walk, and needed the help of his comrades to move forward.
But even so, the German prisoners of war who had put down their weapons did not dare to complain at all. They kept their mouths shut and immediately accelerated forward as if nothing had happened.
The surrounding Red Army soldiers who were responsible for escorting prisoners of war saw this scene and none of them stood up to express their opinions. On the contrary, they even laughed and clapped their hands in applause. Their extremely mocking laughter was like tourists watching a clown walking on stilts in a circus.
soul.
"It's a beautiful smash, comrade! Look at these German guys, how happy they are, it's all written on their faces, haha!"
"Look, damn you! Do you want to be smashed again?"
"Go quickly, don't stop! Do you want to get beaten?"
The German army did not expect that they would be defeated, and the Soviet army responsible for blocking the incoming German army also did not expect that a group of their own tanks would suddenly appear and beat the German army to the ground. In just ten minutes, the German army was completely defeated.
Raise your hands and surrender.
Everything happened so suddenly that everyone present was a little surprised and unexpected. Only the veterans of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment had long been accustomed to this.
For them, it was no longer strange for the German soldiers to surrender after being beaten until their buttocks were wet.
After the battle, it was almost sunset. The sun in the distance was about to sink below the horizon, scattering its last rays of light to shine on the ruined city shrouded in flames of war. A day amidst the roar of artillery fire was finally a farewell to the soldiers who were fighting life and death on the front line.
A paragraph can give you a breather, and this was true for both the Soviet and German armies.
After this brief surprise battle, Malashenko still had other things to do.
Although Railway Station No. 1 survived today, it does not mean that the German army will not continue to attack here tomorrow. Seizing the time to complete what he should do is Malashenko's top priority right now.
"Second Lieutenant Igor, this way, come over here."
Second Lieutenant Igor, who was busy telling his men to take care of the German prisoners of war, heard Malashenko's loud shouts behind him. He quickly looked back, and after confirming that it was Malashenko calling him, he immediately grabbed the submachine gun sling on his shoulder.
Run away all the way.
"Comrade leader, are you looking for me?"
"Well, I have something to ask you. I would like to ask you what order you received before? Which area are you stationed in specifically? What kind of mission do you have?"
Malashenko vomited all the questions he was holding back in one breath, but this left Lieutenant Igor, who had received a large amount of information in an instant, confused.
Second Lieutenant Igor, scratching the back of his head, thought for a long time and finally decided to answer Malashenko's first question.
"The order I got was to support the battle in Block 13 immediately after crossing the bridge. As for how to support and what to do next, I didn't get a clear order, and I didn't know which area to garrison next. I was just thinking of sending someone
Cross the bridge and return to the west of the city to contact the regiment headquarters and ask our regiment leader comrade what to do next."
Second Lieutenant Igor and more than a hundred people were traveling lightly and did not have a radio. It would obviously be very time-consuming and inconvenient to run back on foot to ask questions.
Malashenko, who already had an idea in mind, had an idea. Second Lieutenant Igor's answer was the best for him. Malashenko, who was worried that he had no infantry in hand, would not let go of such a great opportunity.
"That's it, Lieutenant Igor. The order I got from the Army Headquarters is to defend the No. 1 train station. For this reason, I need more troops to defend here. Since you didn't get a follow-up clear order, you might as well join me.
Bian, with your joining in guarding the train station, a lot of pressure should be relieved."
Second Lieutenant Igor seemed a little happy and excited when he first heard Malashenko's suggestion, but after just a moment of thought, it turned into hesitation and hesitation.
It is not difficult to guess what Second Lieutenant Igor, who has his true thoughts written on his face, is thinking. Malashenko, who smiled boldly, put his arm around the other person's shoulders and smiled as if he was a brother-in-law.
arrive.
"I know what you are worried about, but don't be afraid. If your superiors blame you, I will explain it for you. The responsibility lies with me, Second Lieutenant Igor."
If it were another lieutenant colonel who said this, Second Lieutenant Igor might not believe it. After all, if the division commander was blamed, then not everyone could bear the blame for running around on the battlefield.
Not even other group leaders.
But these words are coming from the mouth of the famous Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko, the leader of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, who is known as the tank hero of the Red Army. The effect and effect are completely different from those of an ordinary Lieutenant Colonel.
The group leader said the same thing.
In fact, since the first time he met Malashenko, Lieutenant Igor, who had heard of Malashenko for a long time, wanted to join such a heroic team and fight side by side.
Most young people fighting under the red flag have some degree of heroic complex in their hearts, and Second Lieutenant Igor himself is no exception.