Chapter 147 Another Plan

"This batch of Finnish-made submachine guns has a total of ten boxes of 120 pieces, as well as thirty boxes of matching drums and ammunition, all in the compartment of this truck. In addition to knowing that these Finnish-made submachine guns have excellent performance and are reliable, they are suitable for close combat contact. Apart from the battle, I don’t know any other details.”

Clauseheim, who told Malashenko all the details in one breath, just wanted to save his own life. After all, that was why he was willing to lead his troops to surrender, wasn't it?

"120? God, I'm fucking rich! Haha!"

After hearing what Clauseheim said, Malashenko couldn't help but feel ecstatic. The harvest of 120 brand-new Somi submachine guns was a huge prize.

If each vehicle crew is equipped with two Somi submachine guns for self-defense, these 120 Somi submachine guns are enough to arm a full 60 tank crews.

Coupled with those MP38/40 submachine guns that are of slightly lower quality but are still considered good quality, the self-defense weapons of the first heavy tank breakthrough camp crew can finally be regarded as a shotgun replacement, completely abandoning the original use of tokas. The embarrassing situation of using Lev TT33 pistol for self-defense.

Malashenko, who could not suppress his excitement, immediately called on the rest of the crew present to rush forward, unload all the neatly stacked weapon boxes in the truck, and then opened them one by one with a crowbar. The wonderful scene of 120 brand-new Somi submachine guns, many of them, seems to Malashenko to be extremely enjoyable.

Looking at these brand-new submachine guns neatly arranged on the ground in front of them, some Red Army tank veterans who had participated in the Soviet invasion of Finland immediately recognized these guys lying in the weapon boxes in the vast winter snow. Here, the Finnish-made Somi submachine gun brought huge casualties and psychological shadow to our own infantry.

"Oh my gosh, it's actually those Finnish ghost Somies. This is incredible! There are so many of them!"

"I've always dreamed of getting one of these! You know what? Sharokov. I once borrowed a test gun from a Somily captured by those infantrymen. This thing is lighter than our Deggarev." And the firepower is even stronger! With it, I can beat the butts of those Germans even if I get out of the car as an infantryman!”

"But there are so many of us and we can't divide enough. I don't know how Comrade Battalion Commander will arrange it."

Listening to the low-pitched discussion among the crew members on the train next to him, Malashenko, who had already made a decision in his heart, immediately cleared his throat and gave an order.

"Okay, comrades. These submachine guns are the trophies we captured in this battle. They are Finnish-made weapons with very high performance. They are very suitable for the self-defense and hand-to-hand use of our tank crews."

"The specific allocation work is carried out by Deputy Battalion Commander Lavrinenko. Each heavy tank crew can be assigned two tanks, and the commander of each crew will assign them to the shooters in the crew who are good at using submachine guns. "

"In addition, the 9X19 mm Luger ammunition fired by this submachine gun is not the standard ammunition of our Red Army, so it will be more difficult to replenish it in the future. Later, each crew will take as much German ammunition as possible and store it in the car for reserve. Without bullets, Suomi is no better than a fire stick. Everyone should remember this."

After giving the order to the crew members under his command who were lining up to listen to the commander's instructions, Malashenko quietly turned his head and then continued to speak in a low voice to his deputy Lavrinenko beside him.

"Lavery, I leave the job of distributing weapons to you. In addition, there are many boxes of German MP38s and MP40s. I will take this opportunity to distribute equipment to everyone. Try to ensure that each crew has five A submachine gun. Our self-defense pistol is really at a disadvantage in actual combat, and it is almost useless. We must take this opportunity to make a complete change."

In actual combat, I have seen with my own eyes many times how helpless the self-defense pistols of our own crews are in the face of the direct firepower of the German infantry squads once they abandon the vehicle. Like Malashenko, I have long wanted to get a batch of submachine guns to serve as Lavrinenko, who was using the self-defense firepower of the crew, immediately nodded quietly.

"Don't worry, Comrade Battalion Commander, I know what to do."

After arranging matters related to weapons distribution, Malashenko, who had a clear action plan in his heart, had another very important thing that he had to do personally.

He walked up to reporter William and patted his shoulder. For this German war reporter who chose to actively help him because of his common human greed for life and fear of death, because he came from later generations and in the spirit of humanitarianism, he treated the war reporter Malashenko, who had no objection to the peaceful profession of journalist, immediately smiled and spoke.

"Reporter William, you made a very wise choice to cooperate with the Red Army. Now, I need you to help me complete the last task. After that, I will ask the lieutenant captain of the guerrillas to escort you safely and ensure that no How do you feel about endangering your life?"

Reporter William, who had been coveting Malashenko's assurance for a long time and wished he could leave this war-torn place as soon as possible, immediately nodded and answered.

"No problem, Mr. Major, as long as it doesn't involve some principled issues, I think I can promise you and do it."

"Um"

Malashenko, who was noncommittal about reporter William's affirmative answer and had his own plan in mind, immediately took out a Ruger P08 pistol that he had just picked up from the seized weapons and held it in his hand.

"Mr. Major, what are you doing?"

Reporter William, who was startled by Malashenko's unexplained move, immediately started to have a cold sweat on his head while his heart was beating wildly. Seeing that reporter William misunderstood his intention, Malashenko immediately waved his hand and explained with a smile.

"Ah, you misunderstood, Mr. Reporter. I took out this gun for other reasons."

After finishing speaking, Malashenko immediately pulled out the magazine of the Ruger pistol in his hand and ejected all the bullets. After pulling the toggle loading mechanism to confirm that there were no bullets in the chamber, he removed the empty magazine. Malashenko inserted the Ruger pistol back into his pistol and then threw it into the hands of Clauseheim.

"Now we will have a brief surrender ceremony, Captain Clauseheim. Bend and bow and hand this Luger pistol to me with both hands. Reporter William, you can capture this scene with your camera on the side. You understand what I mean. ?"

Reporter Wilhelm was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and translated Malashenko's words to Clauseheim intact.

The SS Second Class Assault Squadron Leader, who had raised his hands to surrender, immediately felt a strong sense of humiliation. Such a request was undoubtedly the final trampling on his military dignity in broad daylight.

However, due to the safety of himself and his subordinates, the second-level SS assault squadron leader who had completely surrendered finally chose to do so under the threat of the guns of the guerrillas on the side, bowing at an almost 30-degree angle. He handed the Luger pistol, with all the bullets out of it, to Mala Shenke, who stood up straight, with his hands in his palms.