Chapter 1279 You Are Not Qualified to Call Me Comrade

Walensky, who usually speaks softly and like a smiling Buddha, unexpectedly raised his voice so loudly that almost everyone on the battlefield could hear it.

Walensky's sudden appearance without any prior recruitment made many people on the battlefield feel unexpected and their eyes widened in shock.

To describe it more accurately, it can basically be summarized as "I have taken off my pants and you show me this?" When a lot of people were ready to risk their lives, they really didn't expect Walensky to take such a step.

"Okay, everyone heard it, put down the gun! Put both arms up, let's go out together, remember to raise the white flag higher."

Although they were surprised, the fait accompli was indeed before their eyes. A small number of people who had not planned to fight quickly responded to Walensky's order and threw down the broken guns sent by the Germans. , raised his hands and walked out of the position.

"Oh oh oh! Comrade Commander, did you see that? That group of traitors surrendered? Is that a white flag? Did I read that correctly!?"

Iushkin, who had a high-magnification main gun sight, could see everything in front of the position clearly. Everything that happened suddenly was both unbelievable and unexpected.

"Well, I saw it. Your eyes are fine. These bastards have indeed surrendered.

Although he was also in disbelief, Malashenko still answered Iushkin truthfully according to the real scene he saw before him. Those fools who lined up to walk out of the position to surrender could not be fake.

"What to do? Do you want to accept their surrender?"

Malashenko felt that the question Iushkin asked was quite unreasonable, and he blurted out the answer without thinking.

"Otherwise? Do you want to drive over and crush them all to death? Or blast them directly with the main gun?"

"I think either one is fine, we can choose either one."

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Malashenko, who was too lazy to continue arguing with the boy Iushkin, shook his head. He once again glanced at the commander's periscope to confirm the situation on the other side. More and more Ukrainian second-class soldiers were walking out of the position with their hands raised. The devils were indeed not fake. Malashenko, who had already made up his mind, held the radio transmitter in his hand and spoke.

"Kurbalov, lead people up to surround these traitors! If something is wrong, just fire without asking me for instructions. You can judge the situation by yourself."

"As you wish, Comrade Commander."

Not to mention those monster heavy tanks that look like winter beasts, the T3485 and the latest T43, which are equally large in size, rush forward and feel the trembling from the ground under their feet become more intense. The Ukrainian Japs were already extremely frightened.

Even Iushkin, who was watching the live broadcast with his hands on the gun scope, could clearly see the way his calves were shaking as he walked, and a mocking and disdainful joke immediately blurted out.

"Look at these bastards, they are worse than even the most rubbish Wehrmacht. The Germans will really find friends for themselves."

The violently advancing tank troops slowly stopped. The Ukrainian soldiers who were surrounded in the middle all looked around in horror, watching the tank knights wearing snow-white cloaks leaping from the tanks holding various light weapons. Below, the black muzzle was already pointed at their position driven by the turret.

"Wavalensky, are you really sure this is okay? I feel like we are going to die in the next second, not even a scumbag will be left! I'm not kidding you, I'm serious!"

The battalion deputy, who was already too scared, was the first to stammer and ask questions. Walensky, who was beside him, also had uncontrollable fear in his heart. However, the pampering of those who have been in power for a long time still makes Walensky pretend to be calm at this moment. He knows that the more critical the moment, the less he can be cowardly as the leader.

"What are you afraid of? If they wanted to kill us, they would have done it a long time ago. Why would they bring tanks in front of us to surround us? Can you think carefully before you speak!?"

Walensky's words of low-pitched scolding were so fast that the deputy, who looked frustrated, was speechless on the spot.

Walensky, who had settled down on his own side, once again adjusted the direction of his concentration. His two small eyes with sly eyebrows were spinning in their sockets, looking around at the people in front of him who were armed with live ammunition and who were facing him. the most important goal.

Soon, Walensky, who had excellent eyes, got something. A man who had just jumped down from the turret and walked slowly had soldiers around him keep making way for him. As expected, he should be the man. Someone worth going up and talking to yourself.

"Who is taking the lead? Stand up, now!"

Walensky was still thinking about whether he should come forward proactively, and a loud and stern inquiry was immediately heard in his ears unexpectedly.

"Me, me! I'm the leader, hello comrade!"

Walensky, who was afraid of being neglected, immediately hurriedly got out of the crowd. When he was about to leave the crowd, he was tripped by some blind idiot. His feet were unsteady and almost fell. He just flew out like a dog chewing shit, which made Walensky, who was planning to make a "dazzling debut", curse in his heart that it was bad luck.

"Are you the leader? Commanding these people?"

A Soviet officer of medium height with a square face stood in front of him. Valensky nodded and bowed, fearing that he might offend this great god, and quickly replied.

"Yes, my name is Valensky, comrade. The Germans call us the Ukrainian Liberation Army, oh, what a dirty name! We have a battalion here, and I am the battalion commander."

Valensky, who looked attentive, kept observing the words and expressions with the corner of his eyes, but it was not easy to be noticed to a certain extent, as if the square-faced Soviet officer in front of him could not escape his eyes.

"You are not qualified to call me comrade, get this clear first! Traitor!"

The Soviet officer in front of him looked unhappy, and Valensky, who had expected this possibility, quickly nodded and said yes.

But before the Soviet officer in front of him could speak again, a different voice came from the crowd behind him again.

"Kurbalov, what's the situation?"

Kurbalov?

From the quick reaction of the officer in front of him who turned around as soon as he heard the voice, Valensky knew that this was the name of the person in front of him, and he was sure of it.

Moreover, the man who called his name in the crowd should have a higher position and rank!

The quick reaction of the Soviet officer in front of him reminded Valensky of his past. That was a period of time in the past when the young company commander would call him and he would immediately have almost the same reaction.

But now, such days have long gone with the passage of time and will never come back. Valensky is sure that he has no nostalgia for those days.