Chapter 337 Surrender

If there is such a creature as a macho man in the world, then based on the current situation, it seems that Captain Yakov will undoubtedly belong to this special category of creatures.

The commander of the Red Army, who shouldered the duties of a lieutenant colonel, not only did not sit in the rear to strategize and command the battle as he should, but instead directly participated in the first wave of attacks on the German troops in the village like a death squad captain. The way to join the battlefield is to rush forward directly behind the turret of Malashenko's vehicle in an extremely violent manner.

Before setting off, Malashenko, who was worried, had not failed to persuade the comrade, who looked like he was going to rush directly to the front line after a sudden brainstorm, to give up his crazy idea. But what Malashenko didn't expect was that the corresponding answer given by Captain Yakov actually left him speechless for a while.

"You are also a lieutenant colonel, and you are also a regiment leader. Why can you lead your troops to the front, while I have to stay in this command tent where I can't do anything and watch you lead the charge? Is it possible? Just because your unit has the title of Guards? You and I both know that’s not the case, Comrade Malashenko, we are honorable Red Army soldiers first, aren’t we?”

After hearing this, Malashenko was stunned for a moment. He originally wanted to retaliate against Commander Yakov with the words "I have tanks to protect you, but I have no tanks to protect you." However, Malashenko, who was about to speak, followed immediately. However, he saw the resolute and unquestionable look in the other person's eyes. Malashenko, who had already spoken, smiled helplessly and swallowed the words he was about to blurt out.

"Don't rush too hard during the battle, and be sure to stay with my car! Don't let me miss your people within my sight, Comrade Yakov, I am the highest field commander of this operation Officer, do you understand what I mean?"

After hearing this, he immediately smiled heartily. Yakov, who had realized that Malashenko basically belonged to the same category as himself, naturally had no reason to refuse.

"Let us defeat those Nazi fascists! Comrade Malashenko!"

Seeing Malashenko leaning his upper body out of the turret, he turned to him and spoke. Captain Yakov, who smiled unwillingly in return, immediately replied without thinking.

"I thought those Germans could at least hold on until we rushed into the village, but now it seems that they are much more fragile than I thought. I really don't know how people like them managed to fight all the way to Moscow."

To be honest, Commander Yakov had just arrived at the Moscow front line by train from the Siberian Military District. This was the first time he led his troops to participate in the battle. He had no idea about the true combat effectiveness of the German army. How could he It is quite understandable to say such words.

But Malashenko, who had almost beaten the Germans out of their wits in previous battles, did not think so. The fierce combat effectiveness of the German army that had conquered the entire Europe was proven by the corpses of countless Red Army soldiers. Those things that boost morale and inspire people on the radio and in newspapers must not be taken seriously. Those who take those things seriously are either locked up in German prisoner-of-war camps or have been buried in the ground. Not even a chance to regret.

Thinking of this, Malashenko, who felt that he needed to dispel Captain Yakov's underestimation of the enemy, immediately stretched out his hand and put it on the opponent's shoulder, and blurted out the words with a serious face that did not look like a joke.

"Believe me, Comrade Yakov! Those Germans are not the Japanese Japs you have dealt with in the Far East. Although they are both fascist troops, their combat capabilities are not at the same level at all. Don't underestimate the enemy! Even if they are They have surrendered, so you can’t take any chances! You never know how powerful the German army will be when you meet them.”

The Red Army soldiers who had already jumped out of the car as they spoke immediately began to run quickly towards the trembling German soldiers who had stood up from the trenches with their hands raised, under the shock of the tank's main guns and machine guns. Even when running, the muzzle of the weapon is still pointed at the enemies who have put down their weapons, and they are always alert.

After witnessing this scene, Lieutenant Colonel Yakov thought deeply about the words Malashenko had just warned him, and then spoke noncommittally, neither nodding in affirmation nor denying.

"Let's talk about other things after capturing these Germans. Comrade Malashenko, do you want to come with us?"

Looking at the familiar look of Lieutenant Colonel Yakov, who had jumped out of the car before he finished speaking, Malashenko, who raised his head again and looked in the direction of Womano Village, immediately gave him a look. Got the answer.

"Of course, why not? Comrade Yakov."

The heavy snow that was flying all over the sky still showed no intention of stopping just twenty minutes after the explosions of guns and artillery. At best, it was smaller than when Malashenko and his troops launched the attack just now.

Under the leadership of their commanders, the German soldiers who had put down their weapons began to line up and walk out of the trenches one by one in an orderly manner. Their arms raised above their heads to show harmlessness were still trembling in the cold wind and they could not even stand upright. arrive.

"Oh, look at these poor damn Krauts, they don't look like soldiers at all."

"Excuse me, Tyakov. How could these Germans surrender so quickly without Captain Malashenko's Guards Tank Regiment as the main attack force? I don't think they were able to fight from the border to Moscow just by relying on luck and charity."

"Okay, maybe you're right, but at least these Krauts are worse than those Japanese monkeys now, I mean seriously."

Basically, I couldn't understand what the Soviet soldiers beside me were saying so fast, as if they had candy balls in their mouths. These pitiful German soldiers, who were only wearing gray autumn clothes, almost didn't even have the strength to hang their heads. No more. The biting cold had already destroyed their bodies and their morale to the edge of the limit before the battle began.

"Hurry up! Damn German! Do you want to be shot?!"

Seeing a lame German soldier swaying unsteadily, the Soviet soldier, who had no need to show any mercy or sympathy to the intruder, immediately hit him hard with the butt of his rifle.

The German soldier who was accurately hit in the back and spine was already in the wind. After suffering such a fierce blow, he finally could no longer stand upright. His body, as if his soul had been stripped away, immediately fell forward uncontrollably. In the snowdrift in front of me.