Chapter 1171 "Not Knowing What Is Good for You"

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, the SS First-Class Assault Captain, who had just been humiliated by Malashenko, panicked.

What a joke! In this situation, if the situation gets out of control, it will be his side that will be beaten into a hornet's nest. Without any weapons, there is no possibility of resistance at all, not to mention that the Russian soldiers in the house in front of him are all holding automatic weapons, and the firepower is simply fierce.

Malashenko's humiliation and harsh words are actually nothing in the eyes of the First-Class Assault Captain, and can even be classified as normal negotiations.

After all, negotiations are sometimes like businessmen discussing business cooperation, and everyone wants to get a bigger share for their own interests. It is completely normal to say a few harsh words at the beginning and give the other party a warning. In the final analysis, this stupid young man he brought was too young. He interrupted before he had a chance to speak. What the hell is this?

Thinking of this, realizing that the situation must not be allowed to continue to develop like this, the first-level assault captain, who was eager to save the situation, hurriedly played the role of a peacemaker and stood up to speak to Malashenko.

"Colonel Malashenko, please don't get excited! We are dealing with the problem with a sincere and respectful attitude. Please forgive my subordinate's quick words. He has never been able to control his mouth. I think there is still room for us to have a good talk. Don't you think so?"

In later generations, people often say that the level of a person's emotional intelligence can be judged from two or three simple sentences. As soon as the SS first-level assault captain finished speaking, Malashenko, who was attracted by the attention, instantly cast his eyes over.

"He can take it and put it down. At the critical moment, he doesn't care about his face and face. It seems that this kid is a master."

Face is something that can neither be seen nor touched, but it attracts countless people and always pursues it. What's more, some people even lose their lives for face, which is really not worth the loss.

If the SS-1st-level assault captain in front of him really wanted to save face and fight to the end, Malashenko asked himself if he really dared to order the shooting and shoot these bastards into sieves in an instant.

But the other party put his status so low at this last critical moment. If someone who didn't know saw it, they might think that this was a friendly exchange and negotiation between the two armies, but there were only some minor episodes that suddenly broke out. It was this sudden 180-degree change that made Malashenko interested again.

"If your big-mouthed subordinate could talk like you, maybe we could save a lot of unnecessary trouble and waste time."

"Since you said so, I think we can sit down and talk."

Whether you can persuade this guy in front of you to surrender is one thing, but the more important thing is to save the lives of the four of you first. Don't try to persuade him to surrender and lose your life here. If that happens, you volunteered to persuade him to surrender and wanted to show off, but you will be completely screwed. You lose your life and don't know how many people will laugh at you.

Seeing that Malashenko, who accepted his opinion, had sat back in his chair, the first-level assault captain breathed a sigh of relief and was able to temporarily put his mind at ease. Amid the sound of the Red Army soldiers temporarily putting away their guns in the room, he once again faced Malashenko and slowly spoke.

"Colonel Malashenko, first of all, on behalf of our SS Second Panzer Army Commander Hausser, I want to convey his admiration and praise for your army to you."

"You and your troops, that is, Stalin's First Guard Heavy Tank Brigade, performed extremely well during the entire Battle of Kursk. Such combat effectiveness is one of the best in our Germany and the entire SS. You are a well-deserved elite force, and your personal command art and the spirit of leading the troops to fight to the end have won Commander Hausser's great praise."

Before the business started, a lot of flattering words were said first.

Malashenko sat on the chair with his legs crossed and smiled, without commenting, and did not utter a single word from his mouth that had not yet opened. The first-level assault captain, who had anticipated the possibility of such a situation, remained calm in the face of danger. After organizing his words a little, he continued to speak.

"But judging from the current situation, we all know that it is meaningless to continue fighting."

"You have fulfilled your duties and obligations and fulfilled your oath as a soldier. This is enough, Colonel Malashenko."

"Outside the village, there are three of the strongest and most elite armored divisions of our Waffen SS troops, namely the Skull, the Empire, and the Führer's Guard Flag. I do not deny the strength of your army's combat effectiveness and high morale in combat. We have personally experienced this."

"But what I want to say is that this powerful force is unstoppable in any case. You know what I mean, Colonel Malashenko. I am not issuing an ultimatum from the perspective of the SS. I am just describing all this based on my personal military common sense and subjective judgment. This is an objective reality that cannot be avoided and must be faced."

"Before this final moment, I came here to avoid unnecessary bloodshed and more casualties, for both sides. Commander Hausser personally promised that as long as your army can lay down their arms and surrender immediately, we will guarantee the safety of all Red Army soldiers and respect all the rights and treatments you should have as prisoners of war."

"In addition, Commander Hausser hopes to meet you in person after the peaceful resolution of the problem, Colonel Malashenko, and the formal invitation has been issued. Maybe everyone can sit down and have a good drink. We have good French brandy in our winery. The French guys' art of war is so bad, but their wine is so good."

"I personally think this proposal is great, Colonel Malashenko, isn't it?"

"Hehehehahahahahahahahaha"

Mr. First-class assault captain thought that his persuasion to surrender was comparable to a perfect essay. In this case, if he still doesn't know what's good for him, then he is really a fool.

Looking at Malashenko sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, laughing so hard that tears almost came out, the confident first-level assault captain felt that he had already accomplished his mission. Malashenko would then tell himself, "This proposal is great. I would wake up laughing even in my dreams if I were treated well," and then he would immediately announce his surrender.

As it should be, the first-level assault captain, who imagined the next scene in his mind, also laughed and began to celebrate in advance that the two sides had finally reached a consensus.

But before he could laugh for a few seconds, Malashenko suddenly stopped and once again raised an unexpected question.

"Let me guess, you must have another order with you, an ultimatum that you will only give me if I don't know what's good for me and still plan to stick to the end."

"Tell me, I want to know how many minutes it will take for you to start the general attack?"

Malachenko's state changed so quickly that the first-level assault captain frowned, and finally decided to answer Malachenko's question first.

"There are eight minutes left, Colonel Malachenko. If I don't bring back the news in eight minutes, the tanks and infantry parked outside the village will take action immediately, so we have to hurry."

The mysterious Malachenko stopped talking here, and stood up again, walked to the first-level assault captain, and spoke slowly and word by word, with his hands on the table as before.

"You're lucky! Since you came here with the white flag and no weapons, I'll let you live a little longer and kill you on the battlefield later instead of here, as long as you don't run away."

"Oh, and when you get back, tell Hausser that one day I'll sit down with him and have a couple of glasses of French brandy. But not today, but in our Soviet Red Army prisoner-of-war camp. I hope he doesn't die at the hands of the Americans. Soon you idiots will know the power of the fire that the Americans lit in your backyard."