Chapter 1351 German John

It is not difficult to find a high-ranking German official among the prisoners, especially when the other party is an armored lieutenant colonel with obvious identity.

He has a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, a slender narrow face, and a beard that hasn't been trimmed for about a month. The military cap and communication earphones on his head are hung crookedly on his head. This person looks real. It is slovenly but can still be related to the word "handsome".

The first time Malashenko saw this guy, he felt like, well, this guy will definitely be a football player in future generations? Looks a bit like that goalkeeper from Germany

Malashenko doesn't remember it very well. Before time travel, he was not a full-fledged fan. At best, he was a layman who watched one game every four years. But it doesn't matter who he looks like right now. What Malashenko cares about is who the Lieutenant Colonel of the Armored Forces of the National Defense Forces in front of him is.

"Your name and position, it's best to include a self-introduction."

The voice did sound familiar, and it seemed that the face looked familiar and had been seen somewhere before. However, the German lieutenant colonel, who was still unsure of the true outcome, finally chose to speak hesitantly.

"Are you Malashenko? The steel butcher?"

This expression of hesitation and disbelief really amused Comrade Ma on the spot, and he blurted out the words without thinking.

"What? Do you Germans think that someone like me needs to find a substitute to cover up? Or is there anyone in our Red Army team who wants to be an impostor? Does he look like me?"

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Malashenko's tone was relaxed and cheerful, as if he was joking. This made the German lieutenant colonel, who was originally serious, embarrassed on the spot and didn't know how to answer the question.

"Since you asked sincerely, I will answer you again."

"Dimitri Drukovich Malashenko, Major General Commander of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division. Do you have any more questions? If not, can you answer the question I just asked?"

For the German lieutenant colonel in front of him who was willing to cooperate and surrender, Malashenko honestly felt quite fond of him and could give this guy some respect.

This is how we should behave in the world.

You respect me a foot, I respect you a foot.

You listened to my advice and were willing to surrender. My soldiers did reduce unnecessary casualties because of your cooperation, and your people were able to save their lives and survive safely. Even if we open up about this kind of thing, it's only good for you and me. Hello everyone, why not do it? So Comrade Lao Ma is still in a pretty good mood now.

Seeing that the atmosphere of the conversation was quite good, the Lieutenant Colonel of the German armored forces who had just become a prisoner was straightforward. Since they had surrendered, there was no need to put on such meaningless airs.

"Johannes Bauer, you can call me Lieutenant Colonel John, the commander of the 502nd Heavy Armored Battalion of the Wehrmacht. My troops and I were sent here to support the upcoming rescue operation, and this is my mission."

"Uh, John???"

Malashenko always felt it was a bit weird to call a German guy "John", so he blurted out a half-joking remark immediately.

"Excuse me, but John, did your ancestors move to Germany from England? You may think I'm asking a bit abruptly, but uh, you know why I ask, right?"

It was impossible to tell whether a person was an Anglo-Saxon barbarian or a group of Germanic madmen from his appearance. Malashenko could only ask questions in this possibly boring-sounding way.

Compared with Malashenko's "harmless" expression on his face, the German lieutenant colonel's next answer was similarly calm.

"It doesn't matter, you are not the first to ask this, Mr. Major General."

"My great-grandfather was British and came to Germany from England for business. Our family settled in Germany and continued to do business until my generation entered the military academy."

Okay, it’s not like I haven’t seen German soldiers of mixed German and French blood before, and it’s not surprising to see a lieutenant colonel and battalion commander of mixed British and German blood.

However, one thing that can be said is that Hitler really did not regard the British as an inferior race. Among the madman's rhetoric about the superiority and inferiority of human races, the British were truly a superior race.

Although this ridiculous rhetoric itself is a piece of shit, if you look at it from this point of view, it is really not a big problem for British-German mixed-race people to be able to thrive in the Wehrmacht. At least they will not be treated like Jews. Like dead dogs, they were chased everywhere, beaten and wiped out.

"You just said that your 502nd Heavy Armor Battalion was sent to perform a rescue operation? What kind of rescue operation?"

The opponent is the 502nd Heavy Armor Battalion of the National Defense Forces!

Malashenko was indeed shaken a little when he heard the news, but it didn't show any emotion.

This elite group of 502 Heavy Armored Battalion became famous and world-renowned in later generations. Their exaggerated kill ratio of 1:13 against enemy tanks was the highest in the world. There were countless German armored aces who came out of this unit, and they could all join a few tables of mahjong. Malashenko was really curious whether he would catch a lot of big fish with this net.

At the same time, I also became slightly interested in the specific details of the rescue mission mentioned by Lieutenant Colonel John.

"We were sent to rescue the troops on the verge of collapse on the front line. We were originally resting and waiting in the rear area. The order was issued urgently. It is said that you Russians have begun a large-scale offensive. The offensive is very fierce and accompanied by a large number of armored troops. The front line alone The infantry divisions cannot withstand it, and all the armored units resting in the rear must go to the front to support the battle. This is the order. "

At the end of the Eastern Front battlefield, one after another heavy armored battalions of the Wehrmacht were sent to the front line to perform support tasks.

To put it nicely, it’s called support; to put it worse, it’s called to wipe the butts of friendly forces, fill in gaps everywhere, and go to the emergency rescue field to plug holes.

The ferocious offensive of the Soviet tank troops was like a flood that broke a dike. The German defense line was leaking in all directions and exhausted. As soon as it was blocked here, there was trouble again there. The overall situation after 44 years will remain like this until Germany is completely defeated, so the answer given by Lieutenant Colonel John is really not surprising.

However, Malashenko suddenly felt that this answer also meant that these German soldiers were intercepted halfway by him? They were annihilated in one fell swoop in a field battle before they even left the hinterland of the rear, and here they were defeated, which was a shit support front line.

"It seems that your mission goal has not been achieved, Lieutenant Colonel John. This place is still far from the front line of the battle, but very close to the final encirclement point of our encirclement. You are blocked in your own backyard and pinned to death. "