Chapter 1558: Killing the General

"Huh? Killed a big shot?"

Hearing that Comrade Political Commissar was showing off his temper, Comrade Ma suddenly became interested.

"Who was beaten to death? Don't tell me that you beat to death Manstein who came to inspect the front line. I didn't hear that this old fox was in our encirclement. He should be worried about how to report this to his angry head of state. A huge defeat."

Malashenko's casual remark was obviously not serious and was just joking. The political commissar who also laughed it off did not continue to talk nonsense and gave the answer directly.

"Divisional commander of the Viking division, SS-Operator Herbert, we found this bastard in a pile of vehicle wreckage that had been gathered together."

"The barrel truck he was in was beaten to pieces. Judging from the on-site inspection results, it should have been blown out by a 152mm high-explosive near-missile round. The right half of the entire vehicle was severely deformed. Damage, this Herbert was sitting in the back seat of the car, almost half of his body was blown to pieces, his face was disfigured, and there were shrapnel wounds all over his body.”

"If it weren't for his military uniform and ID, we wouldn't even be able to confirm his identity. In order to confirm that it was him, we specially brought several captured SS officers over for identification. The results were very certain. All the evidence showed that the bombed The corpse with almost half of his face was that of Herbert, the current division commander of the Viking Division and First Class General of the Waffen-SS.

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Holding a cup of warm water in his hand, Malashenko's expression looked a little frozen and unbelievable.

"Why, uh, no, what am I trying to say? I mean, why is the commander of this Viking division an SS general? This is not in line with common sense. A general commands a division. These SS soldiers All the bastards do this?"

Not to mention the current World War II, even in the modern war of the 21st century, it is absolutely outrageous for a general to serve as a division commander and personally command a division in combat.

Even those black African uncles who fight with AKs and RPGs plus 107 fire weapons all day long and drive Toyota pickup trucks have never heard of a general going to be a division commander and leading troops to fight. He had no memory at all of this guy named Herbert, SS General and Viking Division Commander. Malashenko, who couldn't remember such a number one figure at all, was naturally quite surprised.

"I was also confused about the question you raised at first. After specifically contacting comrades in the intelligence system, I found out that it is an old tradition for these SS bastards to have generals as division commanders."

"According to the intelligence we have, other elite ace divisions of the SS, such as the Guardsmen Division and the Imperial Division, had SS generals as division commanders before, named Dietrich and Hauser respectively. Er. It seems that as long as it is an elite SS division, it is normal for a general to serve as the division commander. This time we happened to hit it and killed it. "

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After all, Malashenko was a time traveler. Although he was a little surprised when he first heard that he had killed an SS general, after being reminded by the political commissar, he immediately recalled his past life memories and suddenly realized it.

This is a normal situation as Comrade Political Commissar said, it was just that I just couldn't react for a while.

"What about this guy's body? Have you really confirmed it repeatedly? Don't dare to make a mistake."

Malashenko's repeated confirmation was taken for granted, and Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who didn't think there was anything unusual about it, nodded again and spoke softly.

"The corpse was too rotten to be seen. It was buried on the spot after photos were taken and the certificate was taken. The specific details have been confirmed repeatedly, and the identity verification is accurate. If you don't believe it, you can see and confirm it in person when the photos are developed, but it is not enough. I took dozens of photos from all angles, and I can assure you that there will be no mistakes.”

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Comrade Comrade Ma, who was not the political commissar who always talked full of words, had already finished talking about this. For a moment, Comrade Ma didn't know what to say next. Instead, Comrade Ma sat back in his chair, his eyes a little lost.

"Damn it, I killed an SS general? Did I really wipe out an elite SS armored division? Damn! Isn't this a bit too much?! What if Stalin knew this? Why don’t you slap the table with joy?”

Looking through the summary message that the political commissar had drafted and prepared to submit to the front army headquarters, Malashenko did not miss every detail in it. He reviewed it word for word, read it again and again, and finally confirmed that it was correct. Then he closed the folder and handed it back to the political commissar.

"Okay, since that's the situation, let's report it like this. I read the message and there's nothing wrong with it. I agree."

"I also have something to tell you. I haven't mentioned it to anyone else yet. I plan to ask for leave from Comrade Commander, and I have to go back to deal with some things. After the battle in Cherkasy, I saved too much money. There are many things that I have to go back and deal with. I have to leave immediately, the sooner the better, preferably tonight."

The serious expression on Malashenko's face did not look like he was joking. The political commissar who was originally wondering whether Malashenko missed his wife gave up his idea of ​​joking and immediately asked questions out of concern and responsibility.

"Are you in such a hurry? Although there is no problem with the army, Lavery and I can handle your work, but is there any big deal for you to go back in such a hurry?"

Is something big happening?

There must be something big, but there are too many big things. Malashenko doesn't even know which thing he should start talking about.

"It's quite complicated. There are a lot of things, but they are all business matters anyway. I have to go back to Kotin to interview him in person. Some issues must be communicated and resolved with him quickly. In addition, I also plan to go to Morozov's side. On one trip, I had to communicate with him about some of the new T43 medium tanks and give him some feedback on their use. Anyway, it’s very important. It’s best not to delay them as much as possible.”

It is no longer news that Malashenko has directly cooperated with the tank designer of the Red Army. Of course, the political commissar has also known about it for a long time.

Hearing what Malashenko said, Comrade Political Commissar, who understood that business was important, stopped asking any more questions and quietly nodded and spoke.

"Okay, you go do what you have to do, and I and others will take care of the issues here for you. Just like before, you don't have to worry."

"Go ahead and get ready. Pack your things and ask for instructions from Commander Vatutin. Before I rush you out, I'll quickly sort out the casualty report and other things you need to look at. Read these things before you leave. Just sign it.”

"When you get back, remember to say hello to Natalia for me. She specifically asked me, an old man, to take good care of her fiancé. Tell her that I have been fulfilling my promise and have not broken my promise."