Chapter 2573 Tongyanwuji

"Shao Te, Shao Te, where are you going?! Don't go out, come back quickly!!!"

"Sokka! Where did this little brat come from? Get it away quickly! Stop, I said stop, that woman! And this child! Don't come any closer, stop!"

"Please don't shoot! Don't hurt him, don't hurt my child! Please don't hurt him, he's just a child!"

In a sudden and unprepared encounter, a child pushed open the door of a house on the street and rushed out, like a worried little tiger. The child's mother, at least the first impression should be that of the child's mother, rushed out from the house and tried to catch her child, but she didn't expect that it was too late after all.

When this shabby woman, who was about thirty years old, rushed out the door, facing her and her child was a whole team of Russian soldiers, fully armed and armed. The shiny bayonet hanging under the barrel and the black muzzle of the gun were pointed at the two mothers. The horrified mother was so frightened that she did not dare to move. She just hugged her child tightly and squatted on the ground shaking.

And what about the child?

He looked like he was less than ten years old, but he was not as scared as his mother, or he didn't know how to be scared at all.

The child probably didn't even know what would happen or how he would feel if he was hit by a gun. He just watched the soldiers in front of him, who had the same skin color as him but slightly different looks, pointing guns at him and his mother, and said childish words. blurt it out before anyone else speaks.

"Are you the Red Army?"

"Shaote, shut up, kid! Don't talk. Mom will take you home later. Be obedient and don't talk."

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"Put down your guns. This kid doesn't even know what the guys in your hands do. Can't you tell?"

Before the woman finished speaking, Malashenko's voice followed closely.

The people responsible for protecting him are the "private soldiers" around Kulbalov, who are the brigade guard soldiers of the 1st Heavy Combined Brigade. Naturally, they are all elite soldiers with the best tactical literacy and military skills.

It is normal to have such a reaction as if facing a powerful enemy in an unexpected situation. The soldiers just did what they should do. Malashenko did not mean to blame, but just so that his soldiers do not have to use this weapon. Ways to do things.

Malashenko, still holding a cigarette butt in his hand, took a step forward, passed through the crowd, put his body across the middle, and used his flesh and blood to separate the woman and child from the comrades of the division commander and the brigade commander. The soldiers also automatically Step aside and give up two positions.

The child, who still had no fear in his eyes, saw that figure immediately. The figure was so tall that he had never seen such a tall figure since the day he remembered.

"Child, you just said you were looking for the Red Army, right?"

After flicking the burnt cigarette butt, the interested Malashenko stood there and started chatting with the child.

Judging from the posture, he did not regard the child as a child at all, but instead started talking and talking as if he were an adult. The child also spoke without fear at all.

"Yes, I want to find the Red Army, but my mother won't let me, but I still decide to find it. Only the Red Army can help me."

"Saote, what are you talking about!? Didn't I tell you to stop talking? Why are you kid like this?"

"do not be afraid."

Malashenko's sudden words interrupted the woman's panicked words. The woman who was interrupted by a fluent German with no sense of lameness was also stunned on the spot. She did not dare to continue speaking and just used He looked at Malashenko timidly with fearful eyes and peripheral vision.

Malashenko recognized that look.

Ever since I came to the territory of the Germans, I have become familiar with this kind of look and encountered it frequently, just like the kind I see when I go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables and bargain with the vegetable sellers every day, "This is so damn realistic that it will drive down the price." Their eyes are as frequent and familiar as they can be seen basically everywhere they go, and most of the time they are the majority.

It is different from the meaningless "living dead" analyzed by comrade political commissar "Maybe he is not pursuing life, but just living because he is not dead yet."

Malashenko knew very clearly that the woman in front of him must have a reason to live. No matter what method or means she used, she would do her best and give everything she had. Not for anything else, just for the child in her arms. The child is the reason why she must live in this troubled world.

In life, it is often because of care that we cannot leave. This is the same no matter where we go.

After seeing this, Malashenko did not continue to say anything after being interrupted. He just took the initiative to walk forward and came to the woman. He did not act in a condescending manner but slowly squatted down and talked with the woman. After the woman's eyes were as parallel as possible, she took her hand out of her pocket and spoke slowly.

"Take it, I don't have much with me, just take it as a token of my gratitude. Let me talk to this child, we won't hurt you, and you don't have to listen to those naive rumors. You and your child must be starving, right? Don't worry. It’s not collected from your German soldiers. This is a genuine American product, and it’s high-end product for officers to eat. If you don’t believe me, I’ll give you a taste.”

Looking at the Russian man in front of her, he took a demonstration bite and chewed it with gusto. The woman, who had indeed not had a proper meal for several days, really couldn't refuse, so she could only try to take the whole piece with trembling hands. After opening it, there was another piece of chocolate that Malashenko took a small bite of.

After taking it, he continued to look at Malashenko with eyes that were still frightened, but somewhat less frightening than before. He made sure that the man in front of him could not see any abnormal signs of anger or rage, but after still smiling, Now this woman really dared to carefully put these two heavy bags of chocolates into her pockets.

"Thank you, sir. My name is Hannah, and you speak German very well. This is my son, his name is Sauter. He is only eight years old. Please let me know if I offend you in any way."

Malashenko, who had no obvious military rank mark on his body and was just wearing an ordinary tank soldier's fire-proof combat uniform and tank cap, didn't care what the woman called him. He just waved his hand casually, interrupted the woman's soft hesitation, and said .

"Children's words are boundless, aren't they?"

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The woman didn't know how to answer Malashenko's question for a while. She was stunned by the question and didn't know how to speak.

Malashenko took the initiative here. He first reached out and stroked the head of the cute little boy in the woman's arms, and then asked with a smile.

"Tell me, kid, why are you looking for the Red Army? I'm listening carefully."

"Because my father was captured by black dogs. My uncle said that the Red Army can defeat those black dogs. Can I ask you to rescue my father? He can bake delicious bread and cakes and will definitely repay you. "