Chapter 2232: Talking louder than thinking

Chapter 2237: Talking louder than thinking

"A barrel truck with a white flag, it seems that the Germans are planning to negotiate terms, they know it is not that simple.

As Malashenko said, the Germans on the opposite side did not choose to collectively put down their weapons and surrender with a French military salute before the end of the five-minute deadline. Instead, they sent a barrel truck full of people towards their side. Drive over.

Possibly because he was afraid that the color of the white flag would blend in with the snow in the background and be inconspicuous, leading to misunderstandings. Through the telescope, Malashenko even saw that the German flag was not only extremely large, but that the person responsible for holding the flag was even bigger. Sitting in the back seat of the car, I waved the white flag in my hand desperately, trying to make the thing in my hand more conspicuous so that people on the other side could see it.

Malashenko understood the intention of the Germans in doing this, and of course he didn't mind letting the Germans come over to talk. It just so happened that he could also see what these Germans could say in front of the two armies. It was best not to talk to them. Wang Situ is like a shameless old thief, barking arrogantly.

"Let them come over, search them and bring them to me."

"Understood, Comrade Commander."

Malashenko used the radio to give orders to Kulbalov. All that was left was to wait for the German guy to be brought to him. Kulbalov, who was always trustworthy, would take care of everything.

"Negotiation? What's there to talk about? As long as we want to, we can crush all these Germans into meat paste in half a day. They must want to delay time again."

Although Iushkin's straightforward words were not impossible, Malashenko wanted to see what kind of work the German could do, and of course he had other considerations.

How can I put it, if we delay the time now, the only one who will commit suicide slowly is the German guy himself, and it will not be detrimental to his own side anyway.

Therefore, even if the Germans want to waste time now, Malashenko can still accompany them. Even if they accompany the friendly forces to change defenses, and then hand over the defense area themselves, it is okay. Whether the Germans should be locked up in a circle or locked up, the result will not change at all. At best, the opponent will change from the leader to someone else, that's all.

"Then what do you say? Can't we find a place for negotiation? Huh?"

It was just words, but Iushkin knew after all that Malashenko planned to talk to the Germans, otherwise he would not have given the order to "let the people come over", so he could ask like this.

On Malashenko's side, he didn't plan to choose a fancy negotiation location and serve the Germans in a formal manner with tea and water. Instead, he directly chose the negotiation location right here, right at his feet. Next to the huge and visually impressive No. 177 division commander’s car, the IS7 heavy tank No. 1 prototype.

As for the purpose of doing this, you will experience it firsthand when the Germans come over later.

Malashenko's wait did not last long. Kulbalov, who was as efficient as ever, quickly brought the people over in person: a German negotiation team with a total of five people. The one with the lowest rank was a second lieutenant. I guess It should be the driver driving the car.

The one with the highest military rank, and presumably the chief negotiator, was the major general of the National Defense Forces who was standing in the middle among the five, right in front of Malashenko.

"Are you keeping your mouth shut and pretending to be mute even though you're here? Or do you want the gun to speak first?"

Malashenko was not polite to the German negotiating team at all. He sat on the ammunition boxes that were temporarily moved and piled together as a bench, and spoke directly to the Germans in front of him.

The threat and oppression in those words were really strong when combined with the surrounding scene. The second lieutenant, who looked the youngest among the five people, even had a look of fear on his face, obviously having never seen such a scene before.

"Please allow me to take the liberty of asking, are you Major General Malashenko? The division commander of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division."

It was indeed the first time he saw the face of the young man in front of him, but the German major general had seen this face more than once in internal intelligence and Soviet propaganda newspapers.

After being coupled with various strange and bloody legends and rumors, the impression of this face becomes even more vivid and vivid. Only the tattered tank soldier combat uniform of the man in front of him really did not match the general's identity in his impression, so he asked this tentative question.

You don't need an interpreter to talk to a German guy. Malashenko can certainly understand him if he speaks fluent German.

Facing the question from the Nazi leader in front of him, Malashenko answered directly without any hesitation.

"Besides Malashenko, who else do you think is qualified to sit here and talk to you like this? Can you think before you speak? Or are you guys just used to talking without thinking, huh?"

It is generally not polite to answer questions with questions. Of course, Malashenko had no intention of being polite to the Germans from the beginning. If he didn’t scold your eighteen generations of ancestors in front of your face, he would be giving face to you humanoid beasts. Now, I’m going to hold back my unhappiness!

Apart from anything else, the German major general who did feel offended did not get angry on the spot. To be able to get the position of major general, you must have some authority. If you can't bear this stinginess, how can you treat it as a situation where the enemy is strong and we are weak? Negotiator? You have to endure it even if you can't help it. People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

The so-called negotiation venue did not have any extra decorations, except for a circle of combat engineers on guard, and Arsim, who was responsible for leading people to protect Malashenko and was very proud of him, standing behind Malashenko. , and Kulbalov, who was responsible for assisting Malashenko in the negotiations, as well as several staff officers and recorders were also present at the negotiation site.

Apart from this, the only thing left in the entire venue was a negotiation table made of improvised ammunition boxes, and an ammunition box bench with only one prepared for the German side.

On the premise that all the Soviet negotiators had a bench to sit on, this obviously had ulterior motives. Of course, the German major general, whose brows jumped a little, could tell, but he still walked to the negotiation without saying a word. He sat down at the table, spread out some paper documents he brought with him, and began to speak.

"Let me introduce myself first, General. I am Major General William Gramm, Chief of Staff of the 41st Armored Corps of the National Defense Forces. I am here to discuss a truce with you on behalf of our military headquarters."

"Stop, stop, stop."

Malashenko, who was holding his right hand in the air as a sign of shutting up, suddenly interrupted Major General Gramm's speech, and then blurted out unpleasant words.

"If it is not a surrender but a truce, then the negotiation ends here and we will see you on the battlefield. I can give you a chance to reorganize your speech. Do you need it?"

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