Chapter 2624 War and the Old Man (Part 1)

In troubled times, human life is as cheap as a dog, but no matter how despicable a human life is, it is still worth three, six or nine, right?

Children may also be captured in troubled times and be trained as future professional killers or humanoid self-propelled war machines with blood and flesh, so they are not the most miserable and lowly, and there is still a lot of room for appreciation and use value.

As for old people, for those who only have two categories in their eyes: "valuable" and "worthless", they are really worthless and have no use value. Living under their hands will be a waste of food. What a waste of resources.

Malashenko doesn’t often meet old people in war, especially old people from his opponents’ families and those who side with the enemy.

I remember the last time I met an old man and was deeply impressed by him, it must have been in East Prussia.

A few old women and old men who can't survive, and the oldest and most vulnerable scavengers who are picking up garbage in the ruins. They can't even defeat a half-human child. They can survive in such troubled times. The "hell level" difficulty faced.

It's not sympathy, but it's not resentment either.

Malashenko is neither a virgin nor a sinister god, and he can clearly distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong. Those old people are just one of the collateral damage victims of this war, at least most of them are.

Malashenko also knew from the words of the old woman on the stairs that the young German soldier next to him was originally called Freeman. It sounded like the name of a German player in the future world?

I can’t remember it clearly, I can only say that I have a vague impression.

After all, Malashenko is not a fan of his own. The first thing that comes to mind when he mentions football is always the classic "classic chant"

"Zinima! Refund the money!!!"

He signaled his soldiers to remain appropriately vigilant, but there was no need to point the seven or eight black guns at the old woman. Firearms don’t have eyes. No one can guarantee that your gun will not suddenly go off in the next second, especially when the safety is released.

He led his men up the stairs to the second floor. Once he got closer, the old lady who looked kind to others was still standing at the top of the stairs, calmly standing there without panic or fear. , before the somewhat surprised Malashenko said anything, he spoke first.

"Hello, Mr. Soviet officer, thank you for bringing my grandson back. Welcome to my home."

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This old woman didn't seem to be afraid of herself at all, let alone the soldiers under her command. She didn't have the kind of panic that ordinary people would have when seeing enemy soldiers standing in front of them. Malashenko felt increasingly surprised. I couldn't help but be curious and ask questions.

"Maybe I am presumptuous, old man, but you look like you are not afraid of us enemies at all. Is there any reason for you? Huh?"

For the time being, Malashenko could not find a reason to speak harshly or even violently to the old man.

Since we are not on the standpoint of mutual enemies, Malashenko still prefers to treat others as equals. It is not a good habit to look at others with colored glasses.

"I am just a lonely old woman, and I am very satisfied after living most of my life. The fact that you can bring my grandson back at least shows that you are still willing to be reasonable. This is what I see, isn't it? Mr. Officer. "

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The old woman doesn't know what the military rank of Malashenko is. Our Comrade Ma's dress without any military rank mark is definitely an outlier among all the division commanders in the entire Red Army.

The old woman simply judged from the position of the Soviet soldiers in front of her and the demeanor of the others that the tallest man in front of her was the one in the group, so it was natural for her to call her Mr. Officer.

Although he was a little surprised by the series of conversations with the old woman, fortunately, Malashenko had not forgotten the ultimate purpose of his trip: to find someone.

After a brief interlude, Malashenko, who came with a purpose, quickly continued to speak.

"Old man, my soldiers and I are here to find"

"Oh, I know, you are here to find Adam's child, right? I bandaged him. Fortunately, I didn't forget my skills when I was young. The wound was temporarily stopped, but he is very weak and needs rest. You guys Are you going to take him away now? Will it embarrass him?"

This old woman with white hair and a bit of a stoop still had the same kind expression on her face. Malashenko was not too embarrassed to speak harshly to others, so he immediately ordered the muscles in the heads of his men to be used. It's not a good idea to search on the spot for a rough guy who definitely has more brains. It's better if he doesn't turn the old woman's family fortune upside down.

What's the point of smashing an old woman's house to pieces? Are you asking us to do things that I haven't done yet? If that designation doesn’t work, I, Malashenko, still have to face shame.

The slightly helpless Malashenko could only continue speaking patiently.

"I can only decide this after meeting him. If everything goes well, we won't make it too difficult for him, I promise."

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Alsim on the side wanted to say something, but he felt a little uncomfortable with this scene. It wasn’t that he was unhappy, but it was just awkward, you know? This is completely different from Alsim's usual style of doing things. For Alsim, he can just search for his mother, regardless of the long-winded words of the old German woman.

But the division commander is the division commander, and he is the division commander comrade who is extremely respected in Arsim's heart. No matter how awkward the hot-tempered old man is, he has to endure it honestly. Even if Malashenko does not give orders, he dare not act rashly.

The evaluation of the division commander in his heart, which is invisible and intangible, happens to be what Arsim, a rough man, cares about the most. Do you think this is strange?

"Okay, I understand. He is over here. I will take you there."

According to the standard of "old trees have many roots and old people have many words", the old woman in front of him is actually neat and straightforward. Malashenko, who is lucky that he is still lucky, followed the old woman's steps, along with his fully armed soldiers.

Following the small corridor on the second floor to the end, it looks like a bedroom.

Malashenko can guess that the German corps commander named Adam may not have a good face for him. It is applicable at any time to be lenient to the enemy. You should not and cannot think of the enemy in a direction that is beneficial to you. This is a basic principle.

Just as Malashenko expected, the first thing he saw after entering the room was a raised pistol with the black muzzle pointing at him.