Malashenko's expression seemed to be a bit teasing, while Captain Hank, who had already half-crouched and got up from the ground, looked very embarrassed. As time passed by, even his expression began to look a little unnatural.
"I will carry out the orders, it is my own choice as to theirs"
Captain Hank, who was mid-sentence, looked back at his prisoner-of-war subordinates who were also kneeling on the ground behind him.
These German armored soldiers who had been so arrogant with him when they first went on the expedition now looked like bereft dogs. They were dejected and depressed by the Russian soldiers who were responsible for guarding them. Not to mention they looked like soldiers.
At this moment, Captain Hank felt that the people under his command were like a group of gangsters who had been defeated in a fight.
It was as if there was some kind of telepathy between the dead soldier and the commander.
Captain Hank was looking directly at his men. Several armored soldiers who were relatively close to him also quietly raised their heads and cast a look at Captain Hank that they didn't dare to look directly at. They looked like they were peeping secretly with their hands on their heads.
There is simply no future at all.
"well"
Captain Hank sighed softly and had no intention of saying anything more.
Everyone has the power to decide their own destiny, and even soldiers do not have to die in battle 100% of the time.
Before a man is a soldier, he is a son, a husband, and a father. He has many obligations throughout his life, and the responsibilities he has to bear are simply as big as a mountain.
To give up everything else for one obligation, Captain Hank dare not say that this must be the right thing to do. The motto he uses to demand himself may not be suitable for others. Only the person who wears the shoes knows whether the shoes fit him or not.
You have no right to require others to follow your example in how to behave.
What's more important is that everyone, including himself, is just a prisoner of the Russians now, and they are no longer qualified to talk nonsense.
"It is their decision not to blow up their own cars. I have no right to interfere, Mr. Officer. I, all of us are just prisoners of your Soviet Red Army now. I only ask to be treated reasonably. There is nothing else to say."
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The brutal and mighty Patriotic War was full of many things. Malashenko, who has been fighting to this day, has seen all kinds of German soldiers.
Some of them are willing to sacrifice everything for the immortal war machine called Germany, even if it means sacrificing their precious lives.
Some are as timid as mice, or they are not soldiers but are dragged to the battlefield to make up for the loss. They do professional killing work that they do not like, are not good at, and hate very much. They struggle every day with the condemnation of their conscience and the fear that they may lose it at any time.
Living a life of deep fear and uneasiness.
A superior like Captain Hank who can carry out his orders to the end but is also very tolerant to his subordinates is rare in Malashenko himself. He even said that such people are rare in the German Wehrmacht.
To a certain extent, Malashenko actually admires Captain Hank.
At least he was not foolishly loyal to the crazy head of state, but retained his military ethics and free will. At the same time, he was very open-minded about the avatar being captured, and he was not overly demanding and harsh on his subordinates. He almost did what he did
The best within your capabilities.
Based on this point alone, Malashenko, who has basically understood the ins and outs of the whole process, quite admires Captain Hank. He is a man. The matter of being able to take it and let it go is often the most difficult thing at certain times.
Did it.
"You should be lucky that you met me and not some other commander of the Red Army unit."
Captain Hank was stunned when he heard this. He didn't quite understand why Malashenko said that, let alone the deeper meaning expressed in Malashenko's words. He just looked straight at him with his slightly blank eyes.
He was just looking at Malashenko.
"Karachi is already ours, and the outer circle of Stalingrad will be encircled here. You are honored to witness history, Mr. Captain. Witness the destruction of Paulus's Sixth Army, witness the turning point of the entire Great Patriotic War, and witness your German
The Third Reich will die from here, and we will also witness the great victory that our Red Army won with our blood."
After finishing his sentence, there was nothing left to say. Malashenko snapped his fingers and signaled to the soldiers responsible for escorting the prisoners to take them down.
Malashenko, who was watching Captain Hank and his group of men being escorted away just now, was about to lift his legs to do something he wanted to do, but he never thought that a sudden roar of a diesel engine would come from far away at this moment.
Approaching, roaring and coming.
"It's Comrade Political Commissar and the main force. They have contacted each other by radio. As soon as the main force crossed the bridge, Comrade Political Commissar immediately gathered the troops and brought people over to support him. He asked me on the radio to tell you to wait for him. There should be something going on.
I want to discuss it with you."
"You want to discuss something with me?"
After listening to Lavrinenko's explanation, who came quietly beside him, Malashenko, who had not expected such a situation to happen, looked a little confused. What could happen to Comrade Comrade Political Commissar who came to see him in a hurry at this time?
Malashenko, who had doubts in his mind, soon heard the sound of a sudden brake speeding in front of him. Political Commissar Petrov, who pushed open the passenger door and strode out, looked impatient. Malashenko
I don't understand what this expression that looks like something big has happened means.
"What happened? Why did you bring people here in such a hurry?"
Malashenko's heartless words when they first met made Commissar Petrov choke up.
In an extremely rare move, Petrov rolled his eyes and glared at Malashenko. Seeing that the other party was still confused, Petrov had no choice but to ask.
"You ask me what happened? On my way here just now, I saw so many of our new heavy tanks destroyed and wrecked, at least a dozen of them. And you still tell me that nothing happened?"
He originally thought that German reinforcements had arrived or there was some emergency, but he never expected that Commissar Petrov was looking for trouble for this matter. Malashenko first let out a sigh of relief, and then responded with a silly smile.
He answered with an expression on his face.
"Hey, I thought you were referring to something, but it turned out to be this."
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This time, it was Commissar Petrov's turn to look surprised. He couldn't understand why Malashenko could be so leisurely and at ease after suffering such a heavy loss. Normally, it would be trivial to jump in anger.
"Look over there, and over there, we won the battle, captured the latest heavy tanks of the Germans, and captured the leader of the German commanders. Victory belongs to us, Comrade Political Commissar