Chapter 1309 Just wait and see
It may be that the first white flag raised was seen by other German stickmen. Of course, it may also be that he was really beaten to the point of numbness and wanted to surrender on his own initiative.
No matter what the reason was, what Malashenko saw from the commander's periscope next was that within a few minutes more white flags were raised one after another, flying over the remaining areas where the Germans were still stubbornly resisting. On the battlefield.
Of course, like the first white flag, these so-called "white flags" are also improvised from various substitutes, such as white vests, white shirts, and even a few rag bandages.
The most outrageous thing is that Malashenko also saw a Mauser 98K gun with a pair of large white pants issued by the German army, or something similar to beach shorts?
It's not important anyway, just be outrageous.
Malashenko really wanted to know which brave German soldier braved the biting cold wind to complete the feat of taking off his pants in such a cold weather.
One thing to say is that after catching the prisoners later, we really have to arrest a few people for questioning. Malashenko really admires such arrogance and courage.
All remaining German troops ceased fire first. The Red Army soldiers, who were pouring firepower at the enemy and advancing continuously in the trenches, were able to stop and stop later.
One after another, the earth-colored German soldiers walked out of the trenches with their hands raised, the tattered helmets on their heads looking crooked and twisted like a manure scoop.
This short but extremely violent war was like an avalanche, completely destroying the will, morale, and spirit of most of the German soldiers. Only the most primitive desire to survive is written tiredly on his face, and he breathes the air around him that he almost lost forever.
"Look! A bunch of wilted fascist pigs, your head of state should be happy for you to support him now! Maybe he doesn't deserve it, hahahaha!"
"Hey! I said it would be more appropriate for them to practice breech-loading for Himmler. I heard that little squinty-eyed guy is impotent."
Many of the infantry units of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division are not fuel-efficient lamps. These veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles are not only proficient in various skills in dealing with German sticks. Moreover, during the protracted war, they have acquired many "bad habits" unique to veterans, such as using all kinds of dirty and obscene language to humiliate the enemy after victory.
It is not feasible to talk about quality education to these veterans who generally have low cultural quality and are relatively old. Moreover, before joining the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division, many of them were junior members of their respective units. The boss, the boss of the soldiers. Some habits have been formed since then, and it is not easy to change them now.
Political Commissar Petrov also specifically talked to Malashenko about this matter. He felt that this might affect the ideological education of new soldiers and wanted to see if some special regulations should be established to control it.
Malashenko waved his hand disapprovingly and suggested that the political commissar should give up such an idea, because it was really unnecessary.
If you train those bohemian veterans to become "good comrades with good quality templates" who can memorize texts online and slaughter German sticks offline, let's not say whether this can be achieved in the end. Just thinking about it, you don't know how much it will cost. The skill is almost impossible. Malashenko knew that among these elderly veterans, many of them needed help from others even to write a letter.
Yegorovich, who was 38 years old at the time, was just a microcosm of them. In Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, there was even an old Orion from Siberia who was almost fifty years old.
In Stalingrad, this old hunter once created a legend of using a double-barreled shotgun in the corridor, and one person knocked down a German soldier. Afterwards, he bragged to others and plausibly said, "The Germans are not as big a threat as a pack of wolves. At least the wolves know they can't defeat them." Just run away, and the Germans don’t understand.” Then he took a sip of vodka and had a small sip, listening to the little brat young soldier next to him praising it, not to mention how good it was.
And the person who just said that these surrendered German soldiers were suitable for Himmler to practice "breech loading" was this old hunter who had no taste and was a bit of an old gangster.
No one feels comfortable being pointed at the nose and humiliated. Unfortunately, the German army is now in decline and has lost its majesty. It has just suffered a huge defeat after being dealt with with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
Therefore, when faced with such humiliation, most German soldiers just lowered their heads, raised their hands, and continued to move forward in silence. But not all German soldiers have this kind of virtue. It seems that no matter where they go, there is no lack of fanatical loyalty to the Fascists.
"You think you won? Huh? Bolshevik trash!?"
"You are wrong, you are too naive! The wrath of the Führer will soon fall from the sky, and then all of you will die! Die in blazing flames without a burial place! You trash-like people only deserve to be conquered by Germany , you are not worthy of occupying such a fertile land! This land will eventually belong to Germany and the great head of state!"
"What is this stupid German guy yelling about?"
A German officer in torn and slovenly clothes who was standing there motionless was shouting loudly, but most of the Red Army soldiers around him did not understand the meaning of this nonsense in German, and they just said "eat melon and watch the show" He changed the muzzle of the gun in his hand and remained alert, wanting to see what tricks this German officer who stood out from the crowd could play next.
Ordinary soldiers cannot understand the German language, but some people can understand it, such as the division commander Comrade Malashenko who just jumped from the tank.
"Then what is the German talking about?"
Iushkin, who got off the bus together, stood next to Malashenko. So far, only Malashenko is the only one in the entire crew who is proficient in German.
"The same old, brainwashed clichés. The anger of the head of state will fall from the sky, ha, don't laugh to death! The Americans' sky fire will fall from the sky very quickly, burning the entire German heavy industrial zone into a sea of fire."
Malashenko has really seen many, many fanatical German sticks like this.
Malashenko's past experience has long worn away the novelty of this kind of people. After seeing too much, he even knows exactly what kind of nonsense these people have in their heads.
As for how to deal with this person next, unlike in the past, Malashenko already has a pretty good idea.
A first-time attempt, an unprecedented idea that can kill two birds with one stone and verify future long-term plans.
Looking at the vague smile on Malashenko's face, Iushkin looked a little confused.
"what are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing, just wait and see."
