Chapter 899 Victory Belongs to Us

Malashenko's expression seemed to be a bit teasing, while Captain Hank, who had already half-crouched and got up from the ground, looked very embarrassed. As time passed by, even his expression began to look a little unnatural.

"I will carry out the orders, it is my own choice as to theirs"

Captain Hank, who was mid-sentence, looked back at the prisoner of war men behind him who were also kneeling on the ground.

These German armored soldiers, who had been so arrogant with them when they first went on the expedition, now looked like lost dogs, and were made dejected and dispirited by the Russian soldiers who were responsible for guarding them. Not to mention like a soldier, Captain Hank felt at this moment that the group of people under his command were just like a group of gangsters who had been defeated in a fight.

It was as if there was some kind of telepathy between the dead soldier and the commander.

Captain Hank was looking directly at his men. Several armored soldiers who were relatively close to him also quietly raised their heads and cast a look that they didn't dare to look directly at. They looked at Captain Hank secretly with their hands on their heads. There is simply no future.

"well"

Captain Hank sighed softly and had no intention of saying anything more.

Everyone has the power to decide their own destiny, and even soldiers do not have to die in battle 100% of the time.

Before a man is a soldier, he is a son, a husband, and a father. He has many obligations throughout his life, and the responsibilities he has to bear are simply as big as a mountain.

Giving up everything else for one obligation, Captain Hank dare not say that doing so is definitely the right thing to do. The motto he uses to demand himself may not necessarily be suitable for others. Only the person who wears the shoes knows whether the shoes fit him or not. You have no right to require others to follow your example in how to behave.

More importantly, everyone, including himself, is now just a prisoner of the Russians, and they are no longer qualified to talk nonsense.

"It is their decision not to blow up their own cars. I have no right to interfere, Mr. Officer. I and all of us are just prisoners of your Soviet Red Army now. I only ask for reasonable treatment. There is nothing else to say." ”

The cruel and mighty Patriotic War was full of dangers, and Malashenko, who has been fighting to this day, has seen all kinds of German soldiers.

Some of them can sacrifice everything for the immortal war machine called Germany, even if it means sacrificing their precious lives.

Some are as timid as mice, or they are not soldiers but are dragged to the battlefield to make up for the loss. They do professional killing work that they do not like, are not good at, and hate very much. They struggle every day with the condemnation of their conscience and the fear that they may lose their lives at any time. Living with difficulty in the deep fear of life.

A superior like Captain Hank who can carry out his orders to the end but is also very tolerant to his subordinates is rare in Malashenko. He even said that such people are rare in the German Wehrmacht.

To a certain extent, Malashenko admires Captain Hank.

At least he was not foolishly loyal to the crazy head of state, but retained his military ethics and free will. At the same time, he was very open-minded about the capture of his avatar, and he was not overly demanding of his subordinates. He almost did what he did. The best within your capabilities.

Based on this point alone, Malashenko, who has basically understood the ins and outs of the whole process, quite admires Captain Hank as a man. The matter of being able to take it and let it go is often the most difficult thing at certain times. Did it.

"You should be glad you met me and not some other Red Army unit commander."

Captain Hank was stunned when he heard this. He didn't quite understand why Malashenko said that, let alone the deeper meaning expressed in Malashenko's words. He just looked straight at him with his slightly blank eyes. Just looking at Malashenko.

"Karachi is already ours. The outer circle of Stalingrad will be encircled here. You are honored to witness history, Mr. Captain. Witness the destruction of Paulus's Sixth Army, witness the turning point of the entire Great Patriotic War, witness Your German Third Reich will die from here, and you will also witness the great victory that our Red Army won with our blood.”

After finishing his sentence, there was nothing left to say. Malashenko snapped his fingers and signaled to the soldiers responsible for escorting the prisoners to take them down.

Malashenko, who was watching the back of Captain Hank and his group of men who had just been escorted down, was about to lift his legs to do something he wanted to do. Unexpectedly, a sudden roar of a diesel engine came from far away at this moment. Approaching and roaring.

"It's Comrade Political Commissar and the main force. We have contacted each other by radio. As soon as the main force crossed the bridge, Comrade Political Commissar immediately gathered the troops and led people to come over for support. He asked me on the radio to tell you to wait for him. There should be something going on. I want to discuss it with you.”

"You want to discuss something with me?"

After listening to Lavrinenko's explanation, which came quietly beside him, Malashenko, who had not expected such a situation to happen, looked a little confused. What could happen to Comrade Political Commissar who came to see him in a hurry at this time?

Malashenko, who had doubts in his mind, soon heard the sound of a sudden brake speeding in front of him. Political Commissar Petrov opened the passenger door and strode out, looking impatient. Malashenko I don't know what this expression that looks like something big has happened means.

"What happened? Why did you bring people here in such a hurry?"

Malashenko's heartless words when they first met made Commissar Petrov choke up.

In an extremely rare move, Petrov rolled his eyes and glared at Malashenko. Seeing that the other party was still confused, Petrov had no choice but to ask.

"You ask me what happened? On the way here just now, I saw so many of our new heavy tanks destroyed and wrecked, at least a dozen of them. You still tell me that nothing happened?"

He originally thought that German reinforcements had arrived or there was some emergency, but he never expected that Commissar Petrov was looking for trouble for this matter. Malashenko first let out a long sigh, and then responded with a silly smile. He answered with an expression on his face.

"Hey, I thought you were referring to something, but that's what it was about."

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This time, it was Commissar Petrov's turn to look surprised. He couldn't understand why Malashenko could still be so leisurely and comfortable after suffering such a heavy loss. Normally, it would be trivial to jump in anger.

"Look over there, and over there, we won the battle, captured the latest heavy tanks of the Germans, and captured the leader of the German commanders. Victory belongs to us, Comrade Political Commissar ”