Lavrinenko's words obviously frightened the child. The second lieutenant, who was a few years older than Malashenko, immediately changed his expression after being slightly stunned. He cried like a dead mother at home and rushed forward and hugged the horse.
Rashenko's calves.
"Mr. Colonel, I still have a wife and children at home! My mother is 68 years old this year. My father passed away when I was a child. Everything in my family needs my care. My wife and children cannot live without me. Photo...
By the way, I have photos to prove it..."
The second lieutenant hurriedly took out a photo from the lining pocket of his coat. It was a black and white photo with obvious old marks and a considerable number of wrinkles and textures.
"This, this is my son, he is five years old and very cute. This is my wife, Orisa, holding our two-year-old daughter in her arms. I...I must go back alive, Mr. Colonel
, I am willing to do whatever you ask me to do, and I will tell you all the military secrets, as long as I know them!"
"Please, let me live, don't let me die, I will tell you everything I know!"
The second lieutenant became more and more panicked as he talked and became convinced that Malashenko was the one with the final decision. He hugged Malashenko's calf with both hands as if holding a life-saving straw and wouldn't let go.
I was afraid that if I let go like this, my life would also drift away.
Malashenko, who transformed into a god with the power of life and death, looked helpless.
Malashenko was convinced that Lavrinenko's words just now were just a joke that was close to bad taste.
And Malashenko himself had no intention of killing the Romanian second lieutenant. He had already revealed enough information to save his life.
"After all, you are still a person wearing a military uniform. Even if it is for your family, there is no need to act like a dead dog. Leave some final dignity for yourself."
"..."
The Romanian second lieutenant, who was reprimanded by Malashenko, showed a smile full of joy after a brief moment of confusion.
Yes, it's a smile.
He has rich life experience and experience, and he knows that a decisive and decisive person will not tell you such useless nonsense when he wants to kill you.
Only when that person finally decides to spare your life will he finally give you a few sermons as a strong man. Both the Germans and the Russians seem to be used to this.
"It's nothing. Let's take him away and send him to where he belongs."
The Romanian second lieutenant, who was still lying limply on the ground, was lifted up from the ground by two soldiers each holding an arm. His dirty and slovenly appearance did not look like a soldier at all, but more like a refugee wearing a borrowed military uniform to escape.
But even so, I still thanked Malashenko profusely and was extremely grateful.
"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Colonel! I hope you can send all those Germans to the prisoner of war camp. I really mean it! Mr. Colonel!"
With a loud howl like a wolf, he was escorted farther and farther with gratitude. Lavrinenko, who was about to burn out the cigarette butt in his hand, stood up from his chair and looked at the direction of the sound coming from the traffic trench with confusion. Then he looked
Xiang Malashenko's expression was almost in disbelief.
"Is that guy serious? Do you think what he said is credible? Why do I feel like he is just a lunatic with a brain problem?"
Compared with Lavrinenko's question mark on his face, Malashenko, who had spread out the war zone map on the table and held a pencil in his hand, seemed calm.
"Do you know what I told Kirill when he first joined the army?"
Lavrinenko was stunned when he heard this and had no idea what Malashenko meant by his ridiculous words.
"At that time, Kirill had just graduated from Moscow University. How could a young man with music in his heart be able to adapt to the high-intensity fighting on the front line?"
"I told Kirill that there will never be a need for reluctant heroes on the battlefield. But now I have to admit that I was wrong. Kirill is not the kind of reluctant hero. Comrade Comrade Political Commissar has trained his little nephew very well.
good."
"but......"
After taking a deep breath, Malashenko took off the cigarette butt that flew out of his mouth, pointed towards the traffic trench outside the door and spoke quietly.
"The person who is reluctant to do so is like just now. From head to toe, he is not a soldier at all."
"I don't know what his original purpose was or what happened to him before he joined the army, but at least it was probably forced by reality and not his original intention."
The more Malashenko talked, the more confused Lavrinenko became, as if his whole body had been put into a dark pocket that he could not see his fingers.
"Wait...how did you..."
"How do I know that guy went to the battlefield reluctantly? When he showed me the photo, I noticed that the skin on his little finger was completely smoothed, and it was as smooth as glass without any wrinkles.
No."
"People who have been engaged in art sketching for many years have this kind of little finger. It is ground against the drawing board. They have been practicing hard for ten or eight years to get to this point. The posture of holding the photo in the right hand is also the standard pencil-holding posture for sketching. Subconsciously
The habit cannot be avoided by subjective consciousness.”
"From the moment he reached out and took out the photo, he had already told everything about his past years."
Having said this, Malashenko couldn't help but put his hands on the table and shook his head. There were some things that even a time traveler like him couldn't see through.
"The war has involved many unrelated people, Lavery. Whether it is us or the enemy, some people who should have lived their ordinary lives with different faces..."
After listening to Malashenko's philosophy of life, Lavrinenko was thoughtful and wanted to ask Malashenko for more specific details, but on second thought he felt it was more important to get down to business first.
"What are you going to do? Trust the intelligence?"
"Of course, the eyes are the windows to the soul, and the look in his eyes proved that he couldn't lie in that situation."
When Malashenko spoke with confidence, he waved the pencil in front of the second defensive position, and an oval-shaped area that was marked immediately jumped into Lavrinenko's eyes.
"Call the rear artillery group to cover this area with artillery fire for fifteen minutes, and then extend the artillery fire on the heads of the Romanians for fifteen minutes. No matter how large the actual coverage area of the minefield is, we only need to blast out a passage, and then
Let those Romanians share the joy of our brigade getting new vehicles."