Chapter 1278 Jumping Back and Forth
Walensky was standing at the door, looking at a loss. He was panicking. His two cunning eyes kept rolling in his eye sockets. No one knew what this shrewd man who was good at guessing people's hearts since he was a child was thinking.
"Walensky? Valensky! Hey, hey! Don't stand there like an idiot. What should we do now? You should think of a way! The broken guns the Germans gave us can't hit tanks! You'd better think it over carefully."
The anxious deputy saw Valensky standing there like an idiot. He was so anxious that he almost jumped around and wanted to curse on the spot. The truth that wasting time is wasting life was fully reflected at this moment.
"Shut up! Can't you see I'm trying to find a solution? We've already changed our skins once. Do you think it'll be as easy this time as it was last time? How can we not consider it properly? You know how that murderous devil Stalin treats traitors."
Indeed, there was only one thing that Valensky was really afraid of at this moment: the consistent bloody methods used by the Red Army to treat traitors.
Valensky, who knew exactly what he was doing, had long ago begun to inquire about the details of how the Red Army treated traitors and what happened to those who followed the Germans in the end in order to leave a way out.
It was a pity and scary that none of the information Valensky had inquired about was reassuring.
They were either hung on electric poles for public display or shot dead, but the most unfortunate ones were not those who died quickly.
Valensky even heard that some traitors were put into some special forces. Whenever a war broke out, they were used as cannon fodder and stood at the forefront to consume the ammunition of the Germans. If they failed to die once, they would continue to come next time, and they would keep rushing until they died.
God knows if this is true or not! In short, those rumors are really outrageous. Being sent to a labor camp to work until death is actually a relatively good ending.
After learning about these situations, Valensky did not sleep well for several nights. He tossed and turned in bed but could not fall asleep. No matter how good his brain was, he could not think of a way to escape the identity of a traitor. The fait accompli in front of him is often the most difficult to explain with lies.
"This is the only way! There is no better way. The Germans have used me for so long. Now it's time to turn around."
The countermeasures that I thought of earlier are now useful. Whether it will work in the end or not, this is the best way worth a try.
Having made up his mind, Valensky decided to do it right away. He immediately pulled his deputy to his side and spoke quietly.
"There is one way, this is the only way now, you go and get those..." After a burst of low and crackling nonsense, the deputy's face was full of "incredible" as if he had just walked out of the "UC Shock Department". "Isn't this crazy? Valensky, are you really going to do this? Is there no other way?" Valensky smiled coldly when he heard this, and that weird smile was even colder than the whistling cold wind outside the house. "Don't you see it yet? Brother. The end of the Germans is coming soon. When they are doing well, we follow them and make some money. Now these bastards are about to collapse, we can't let them die with us! We have also done a lot for the Germans, and we are worthy of them. Now it's time for them to pay back the interest." You have to pay for what you have done. Although this is a classic philosophy born in the ancient East, since it is a classic philosophy, it must be applicable in many places, regardless of national boundaries and regions. Valensky, who was born as a gangster, always believed that the army was just a small society with absolute violence, and that his ability to get along here would be equally successful, and it would be so.
Valensky was determined, and his tone of voice and facial expression were not at all joking. Seeing this, his deputy was silent for a long time before finally speaking again.
"Well, I'll do it with you! Tell me, what should I do now? I'll listen to you."
Valensky, who was not surprised by this answer, smiled instantly, hugged his good brother's shoulder and began to whisper furtively again, and the final action was about to begin.
At the same time, the scene outside the village was very different.
Malashenko, who had no intention of playing any probing attack, now just wanted to complete the task in a hurry. With a wave of his hand, he directly pressed all the already arrived Kurbarov Battalion. The visual shock of nearly seventy tanks was almost suffocating.
If possible, Malashenko thought it would be best to scare the Ukrainian traitors to death, crush them with this invincible momentum, and then surrender. This has a high probability of success for those traitors who are not very strong and loyal.
"All crews, I am your division commander Malashenko. Don't stop before receiving orders, let these traitors of the motherland learn what Stalin's iron fist is! Go forward and crush all enemies who dare to block the way!"
Malashenko, who was connected to the public radio channel, had just given the order and his voice had not fallen. The tanks lined up in an offensive formation blew out a burst of black smoke and rushed out with the accelerator, and the "tank knights" who were carrying the vehicles drove towards the small village that was not too big.
The roaring steel beasts came so fast that the Ukrainian Liberation Army soldiers who were already waiting outside the village could even feel the ground beneath their feet shaking more violently.
To fight or not to fight, this is a question worth thinking about for the Ukrainian Liberation Army, which is only one battalion at the moment.
No one dared to fire the first shot casually, and the officers did not dare to give orders casually before receiving a definite order. The tense nerves were getting tighter and tighter like the strings of a guitar, as if they were about to break at any moment, and even the cold wind and air were almost frozen.
That is, at the last moment before someone was about to give up and chose to shoot, the person who could decide everyone's life and death: Valensky, finally appeared at the last moment and stepped forward.
"Everyone, don't shoot! Our comrades have finally come to liberate our homeland. We have been looking forward to this day for who knows how long! Now put down your weapons and raise your hands, walk out of the trenches together, the days of pretending to the Germans are over! We must return to the Red Army and kill those Nazi fascists who invaded our motherland!"