Chapter 2974

Chapter 2974 "I will send them down personally, one by one"

The German came out of the room. It seemed that the discussion had come to a conclusion. After all, the heavy expression on Krebs's face was really sadder than the death of the Führer and his mother combined.

"How? What's the result of the discussion?"

As soon as the people on both sides took their seats, Comrade Lao Zhu from the Soviet negotiating table took the lead in asking questions.

Looking back at the expression on the other side of the negotiating table at this moment, Krebs's expression, not to mention being pricked by a needle in the butt, was at least like sitting down in a basin of boiling water. It was from various angles and in various senses. I can't sit still, and I almost have the words "sitting on pins and needles" written on my face.

This hesitation that he wanted to speak but didn't know what to say really made Zhukov frown when he saw that his time was precious. Naturally, he was merciless even though he was unhappy in his heart.

"If it's so difficult to talk, then it's better not to say anything. Go back and let's continue fighting! Fight until you feel you can talk. We'll talk about it then, if we think it's still necessary to talk at that time."

The meaning of Zhukov's words is obvious: since we can't reach an agreement, let's continue fighting, but this opportunity is fleeting. It's not something that you German guys can just come and go when you call it. The opportunity will slip away. .

If the Red Army tank's accelerator steps into the fuel tank and accidentally bulldozes you, then don't blame us for not giving you a chance to negotiate.

After all, bringing the negotiation table to a prisoner-of-war camp to hold a prisoner-of-war education conference is still a kind of negotiation.

As for how many people and how many Germans will die in this process?

Fuck you, you German guy doesn’t care about you, so what the hell does the Red Army care about?

The responsibility for the tens of thousands of German lives lost because of the inability to open this mouth must be borne by you, the remnants of the Nazis, and you should be held responsible in an international military tribunal.

"There is nothing that cannot be said, we say, we will say it now"

Before Zhukov finished speaking, Krebs immediately panicked.

The tough attitude and firm determination shown by the Russians at the negotiating table indeed exceeded Krebs' imagination, who initially thought he was prepared.

Krebs had thought that once the hair-washer died, everything would be over.

Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. The invasion of your Soviet Union was an order given by a dictatorial head-washer.

Now that the shampooers have been sent, you Russians have the explanation you want, and the city of Berlin has been beaten like this. It should be over, right? If we can't help it, I can dig out the charred body of the hair-washing guy and give it to you, right?

Therefore, Krebs, as well as many naive and self-righteous German military bosses and Nazi officials, misunderstood one thing from the beginning.

This war is not a personal grudge. It is a battle of "with the Soviet Union, without the Nazis; with the Nazis, without the Soviet Union."

The Nazis must die. If the Nazis do not die, the fighting will continue. Its existence as a crazed and dehumanizing political entity must be ended. This is a rule of thumb: "If you can't reach an agreement at the negotiation table, then fight it out on the battlefield." The red line is a red line that cannot be discussed and cannot be questioned or denied.

When Krebs and his party had just entered the hut for a discussion, a group of anxious and sweaty Wehrmacht leaders gathered together and talked for a long time. Finally a consensus was reached on this issue.

I can barely correct my misconceptions and clearly understand where the Russians' red line for negotiation lies.

Now that we have recognized the exact location of the red line, what remains is the question of how to maximize the benefits before this red line.

This is why Krebs, who feels as if his shoulders are as heavy as two King Tigers, must first solve and confirm the problem in the next words.

"We have one more thing to confirm before we can give a confirmed answer."

"We, the generals of the Wehrmacht here, hope that you can clearly distinguish the difference between the Nazis and their affiliated armed forces and the Wehrmacht in terms of post-war disposal."

"We admit that the Nazis and their SS armed forces were full of evil and heinous crimes, and committed unforgivable war crimes in the Soviet Union and many other places. However, as the orthodox defense force of Germany, the Wehrmacht faces many situations The hair-washing man’s orders are all given out of necessity.”

"As a national regular armed force recognized by international law, the National Defense Forces were also victims in this catastrophic war. They became a war tool used and driven by the Nazis, and were subjected to Nazi attacks from top to bottom. Systematic and comprehensive kidnapping by the regime.”

"So we hope that you can give fair and just reasonable consideration and treatment on post-war disposal issues, and clearly distinguish the fundamental differences between the Nazis and their affiliated armed forces and the Wehrmacht. In this way, the real war planners and the guilty ones can be distinguished People should be punished severely, rather than hurting innocent people for the same crime.”

""

You can probably guess that you, the German guy, will definitely fight for a few kilograms or taels of benefits for yourself, and you can basically imagine how this wishful thinking will be carried out.

But what Malashenko really didn't expect was that the group of German guys across the table could be so shameless. This ability to tell lies with their eyes open and talk seriously is really refreshing.

"What you mean is that you are supposed to be innocent. You don't even need to go to a military court or be released in court. You should be disbanded where you are and then go back to your homes and continue to live your own life comfortably. ?”

Zhukov, with a cold face, spoke slowly and almost word by word. Krebs, who could feel the invisible pressure, was very nervous. He knew that the string on the negotiating table had been tightened to the extreme, but in order to win what he had to win, In order to protect our interests, we still have to continue to talk about the "criticism".

"Our appeal is that the Wehrmacht, as the orthodox German armed force recognized by international law, should continue to be retained, but we can continue to make further discussions on the number of people and specific establishment."

boom--

Before Krebs finished his criticism, Zhukov, who couldn't bear it any more and heard the increasingly outrageous nonsense, had a fit on the spot.

A heavy and powerful hand slapped the table with a loud bang, causing the tea cup to spill out, and even causing Krebs' mid-sentence criticism to stop abruptly.

"You know? You don't want peace or an armistice. You don't even realize what you want."

""

Krebs, who was startled by the slap, gritted his teeth and managed to keep his expression straight, but he had no idea what Zhukov was referring to in his words.

"Malashenko!"

"Here! Comrade Marshal!"

"Tell them, answer questions for our opponents, and make them realize what they are doing."

"yes!"

Malashenko, who still has a sneer on his face, knows the urinal nature of these nazis very well. If you don’t put the knife on their necks and the cannon on their foreheads, they will never know how much they weigh. , and a little bit more ability.

To deal with this group of "German soccer guys" who are "full of teeth and nagging", Malashenko, who knew exactly what to do, spoke directly without even thinking about it.

"What you want is neither peace nor an armistice."

Malashenko slowly stood up from the chair and put his hands on the table. He once again used his sharp eyes, which were almost murderous, to scan all the Germans on the other side of the negotiation table. His words of hell, which were more offensive than his eyes, then softened. Speak slowly.

"What you want is to go to hell to accompany your head of state, gentlemen. The proletarian warriors do not believe in hell, but I do have to admit that hell in your world belongs to you stubborn scum."

"And I will personally send you to where you should go. None of you here can escape."

""

At this point, he no longer knew what to say or how to say it next. Krebs, who was sweating on his forehead, felt almost dizzy.

The Russians' negotiating attitude is like a copper pea that cannot be smashed or hammered flat. Moreover, the situation is stronger than others. They can really do what they say and send the peas to the sky one by one at any time.

What to do?

What else can be done? Salad!

It’s just “Send” written in capital letters no matter how you look at it.

"Life or death, surrender or destruction, the answer is only one of these two, say!"

""

Zhukov's loud questioning could almost penetrate the window and fly outside to the ruined street that was burned by the war.

Krebs's psychological defense line was as riddled with holes and crumbling as the battle line, and he was just one step away from the final collapse.

Seeing that the German was still holding on for dear life and making his final inner struggle, Zhukov, who was too lazy to talk nonsense, stood up directly on the spot and gave a firm and powerful order almost at the same time, which was shocking.

"Malashenko!"

"arrive!"

"Launch the tanks and resume the offensive immediately! Use the most violent attack to wipe out all these Nazi remnants and send all the German war criminals here to accompany their head of state!"

"Yes, attack the enemy immediately! Ula!!!"

boom--

Just for a moment, maybe not even a second or even half a second.

Krebs felt as if something in his heart suddenly broke and collapsed, but he couldn't tell what it was, or even sure whether it really existed; but he was sure that it would never exist again, just like Just like the torn German defense line in Berlin, it will never be restored.

"Surrender, we surrender! Unconditionally, surrender immediately! We accept all the conditions you propose!"

Before Krebs, who was slumped in his chair and expressionless, could speak, the deputy negotiator who accompanied him spoke first, shouldering the burden for the superior officer who had always been under fire.

If you don't speak again, I'm afraid it will be too late!

The discussion in the hut just now has a result, and now it is just about speaking out the final result, nothing more.

Of course, this also indicates that Krebs is determined to give it a final try and try his best to get something that does not exist at all since he sat down at the negotiating table, and it will be the same now and in the future.

"What about you, as the chief negotiator, is this your final answer? Sure and affirmative?"

Some deputies hurriedly opened their mouths and waved their hands to surrender. This was still not enough for Zhukov, and it was not enough for every Red Army negotiator present.

As long as the chief officer leading the negotiation team doesn't open his mouth to confirm, the matter is not over yet.

Facing Zhukov's calm but still harsh final question, Krebs, who was slumped in the chair and his clothes were soaked with sweat, almost struggled to stand up and took a sip of the drink specially prepared by the Russians on the table. He prepared cold water and put down the cup with trembling hands.

The sentence that was worthy of being recorded in history was finally settled in the trembling voice.

"Confirm and confirm that I, Hans Krebs, Chief of Staff of the German Army General, as the authorized negotiator of the German Provisional Government and the Berlin Garrison Command, officially commit to you"

"All the Wehrmacht and Nazi armed forces guarding Berlin are ordered to unconditionally surrender to the Soviet Red Army; all remaining people who do not lay down their arms and surrender and resist stubbornly will be regarded as traitors who disobey military orders. We will fully cooperate with you in Berlin, and all post-war work in other parts of Germany.”

Click——

call--

Malashenko was not surprised at all by this, and had even guessed that the ending would be like this. All he cared about was the time wasted because of the "performance art" of these stupid Germans.

Holding the newly lit cigarette in his mouth, he put the closed lighter back into his pocket.

One right arm supported the table, and he leaned forward slightly. The smoke filled in his mouth spurted out towards the nest of sesame on the opposite side.

When the smoke rose and dispersed, all the Germans could see was the face of the "Iron Butcher" who still seemed to have blood dripping down his face.

"If I had known this, we wouldn't have had to take off our pants and fart."

"Really? Nasty lackeys and scum."

His German, which is so fluent that he doesn't look like a Russian, has become one of the most terrifying weapons on the negotiating table at this moment.

There was no feeling of relief, only a blankness and confusion in my mind, and there was no emotion that could be called emotion that could be mobilized or stirred up in my heart.

Krebs didn't even know how he walked out of the negotiation venue, but he remembered that on the way back, his mind was like a roaring roller coaster almost the whole way, with the "Iron Butcher" echoing violently. Those shocking words.

"Remember to tell those scumbags who are unwilling to lay down their weapons. Speak to them clearly on the radio and through the loudspeaker."

"The "Iron Butcher" will grind them all into powder, leaving no one alive. Only hell is the only destination for the scumbags with guns in their hands. I will send them down with my own hands, one by one, with their already beaten The report of the Führer stuck in the frying pan.”