Chapter 338 Pleading

Plop——

The dull sound of the German soldiers falling into the snowdrift before they could even scream attracted the attention of their companions in front.

Although they had nominally laid down their weapons and surrendered as Soviet prisoners of war, these surrendering soldiers in German military uniforms still did not hesitate to rush forward and reach out to help them up when they fell to the ground. comrades.

"Koch, wake up! Are you okay!"

The weak body held in the arms of his comrades still couldn't feel the slightest warmth. The German soldier, whose cheeks were blue from the cold and whose face was pale, was obviously extremely weak.

"I, I, I have no strength anymore, I can't do it anymore, Herman. I can't stand it anymore. I can't hold on any longer. Let the Russians beat me to death in the snow. Don't you speak Russian? Tell me. They shot me, and I really couldn’t stand it anymore.”

Looking at the two people in front of them who had abandoned all their weapons and said their final farewells, the Soviet soldier who originally planned to raise the butt of his gun and hit it hard quietly stopped midway.

Although they were both soldiers, fighting for different beliefs and flags, the Soviet soldiers who also experienced the tragic scene of life and death with their comrades could not help but be moved by the scene. They gave these Germans who took the initiative to surrender a final farewell and the only remaining life. It is not too much to point out military dignity.

Feeling that the frozen body in his arms began to breathe more and more weakly, the German officer who refused to give up hope suddenly raised his head and spoke loudly to the "initiator" in front of him.

"Please, save him! A glass of hot water, a cotton coat, no, even a glass of your vodka can save him! He is almost freezing to death! Don't you have any sympathy? ?”

After hearing the loud Russian voice in front of him that seemed awkward but could still be understood completely, the Soviet soldiers who were originally a little surprised were stunned for a while, and then a rather disdainful sneer was followed by sarcastic words. blurted out.

"Sympathy? What the hell are you talking about, you bastard lackeys! When you are dead, ask those Red Army soldiers who were killed by your own hands if they have any sympathy. If even they have it, then I have the same."

A burst of bohemian laughter came from not far away and attracted the attention of Malashenko, who had just jumped out of the car. Malashenko, who was about to take Iushkin's hand and handed him the Somi submachine gun, couldn't help but He stopped what he was doing and felt a little puzzled. His expression as he looked in the direction of the sound seemed a bit strange to Iushkin, who was still on the turret.

"What's wrong? Did something happen there?"

"We'll find out what happened if we go over there and see if it's okay. Come with me, Iushkin. Kirill, you guys, please check the condition of the tank and see the specific damage to the area that was hit just now. Give it to me when I come back later. An oral presentation.”

"I understand, Comrade Commander, I'll do it right now."

After taking the Somi submachine gun handed over by Iushkin, he immediately held the weapon in his hand and walked in the direction of the laughter. Iushkin, who was following Malashenko, looked also very expressionless. Curious and slightly weird, the laughter that sounded almost mocking but mixed with a hint of unpredictable emotion sounded a little too weird.

When Malashenko, holding a Somi submachine gun, and Iushkin, who was accompanying him, came to the place where the laughter came from, they saw the German officer holding his dying comrade still shouting in panic and helplessness. His eyes looked around desperately, trying to find anyone who could help him within his sight.

Seeing this, Malashenko did not immediately ask questions. Instead, he stepped forward with the Somi submachine gun in his hand and came to the Soviet soldier who still had a sarcastic look on his face and chose to wait and see. .

"What's going on here, Sergeant, can you give me an overview?"

"Um?"

The Soviet soldier who was originally responding with a wait-and-see attitude did not expect that someone next to him would suddenly ask him a question. Although his eyes subconsciously raised his head, he did not find any military rank on the opponent's tank soldier's fire-proof combat uniform. logo, but the resolute face that appeared next to his regiment leader at the pre-war mobilization meeting was all too familiar.

"Comrade Malashenko? Oh, damn it, uh, no, I mean damn these Germans, comrade commander. Sergeant Diyakov reports to you, I wish you good health!"

It was no surprise that he had forced the sergeant to say hello to him in a hurry. Malashenko, who only wanted to know what was going on here, immediately started to repeat himself.

"What happened here, please tell me, Comrade Diyakov."

After hearing Malashenko's repeated question, Diyakov, whose brain circuit finally returned to normal from the panic state, hurriedly answered.

"It's like this, comrade leader. There was a German guy who was dishonest and deliberately delayed the escort to show off. So I went up and gave him a gun butt. I didn't expect that this German guy couldn't help but beat the Japanese monkeys. He fell down in the snow. Then this high-ranking German guy rushed up and hugged him, and asked me for help. I thought it was funny and decided to just watch. "

Malashenko, who learned the whole story from the sergeant in front of him, was noncommittal, and turned his eyes again to the German officer in front of him who was still embracing his comrades.

"Major is not a young officer. It seems that there should be at least one battalion of Germans in the village."

Although the tall Soviet tank soldier in front of him was wearing a complete set of fire-resistant combat uniforms and could not see any conspicuous military rank, the respectful attitude of the arrogant Soviet soldier who flatly rejected him could be seen. Knowing a little bit, the German major who instantly realized that he had grasped a life-saving straw quickly moved his knees to the ground and hugged his comrades, and spoke repeatedly towards Malashenko's position closer to him.

"Mr. Officer, please save him, you must save him! Koch is still very young, he is only 19 years old this year. He cannot just die in the snow!"

Since traveling to this era, we have seen countless people on the purgatory-like Shura battlefield. The very few German soldiers captured by the Soviet army either had unruly and disdainful looks in their eyes, or they did not care about being captured at all. He thought that his troops would definitely fight back to defeat the Soviet army and save him from taking it seriously.

But a look like this almost extravagant look that abandons dignity and disregards everything reminds Malashenko of the time when he was in peace before time travel, a certain kind that would only be revealed when the person who was extremely important to him was dying. It shows the unique look of the peaceful era.