Chapter 1317 Deciding Life and Death

The lieutenant, who knew that he had probably gotten into trouble this time, had no time to speak, and Major Winter, who had not yet completely recovered, was the first to speak, telling his special version of the story in a concise and concise manner.

"Did you lose your coat?"

Malachenko, whose tone was a little off, seemed to be able to sense something fishy, ​​but after a slight pause of two or three seconds, he did not say a word. He closed his eyes slightly, raised his head, and signaled that the lieutenant, who obviously looked wrong, could leave first.

The lieutenant, who was as if pardoned, saluted Malachenko, turned around and ran away, and the GAZ jeep he brought with him quickly disappeared.

Looking at the exhaust of the car going away, Malachenko, who was very unhappy, could already guess the general reason.

Malachenko knew that this protracted war was no longer a question of who would win or lose, but had been upgraded to an ultimate ideological battle of either you or me.

Too many Red Army soldiers have hatred for their enemies, and there are many revengers who want to cut the flesh and bones of the Germans and fascists, but this is not a reason to disobey their own military orders.

I asked you to keep an eye on someone, but you made trouble for me, and made him look like this, almost killing him! ?

Malashenko is indeed kind and approachable to others, and he has never been very common in the Red Army. There has never been corporal punishment or beating of soldiers.

Malashenko always felt that since they are all comrades, there is no distinction between high and low. Most soldiers have the unique simplicity of people in this era, and rarely have bad intentions. Why do you have to take action when you can solve things with reason? This has been unchanged since Malashenko was a company commander, and has remained so until he was promoted to major general and became a division commander.

There is no need to beat or scold, and get angry at will. The Red Army is not a Japanese idiot.

I can't control what others do, but I must set an example myself and not let the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division become a violent battalion that punishes and scolds soldiers.

But a good temper and a good person do not mean that Malashenko is a Buddha made of clay and has no temper.

If you really touch the bottom line of the division commander, you can see whether our old comrade Ma will go crazy.

Malashenko, who really couldn't swallow this breath, really wanted to teach this stupid lieutenant who almost killed someone and ruined his own business a lesson. Seeing that the situation was not right, Political Commissar Petrov could not stay any longer. The second lieutenant commander of the infantry company in charge of logistics and baggage protection was found and assigned the task by himself. If Malashenko really took action, he might as well start with himself.

"I will handle this matter, comrade division commander. Calm down, I understand the reason, leave it to me, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

In the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division, Malashenko can not give many people a way out, if he is unhappy, he will not give you face.

But there is only one person, Comrade Political Commissar, Malashenko must not give face. It is no exaggeration to say that Political Commissar Petrov, who is both a father and a friend, is one of the most important people in Malashenko's era.

Malashenko, with a dark face, twitched his eyebrows, nodded slightly, and indicated that this matter was over. In fact, Malashenko did not have any spare time to waste on this, and then began to speak to Major Winter in front of him.

"Are you clear-headed? Are you sure you want to follow us? You have to think it over."

It is not nonsense to ask this question. Before the real plan begins, Malashenko wants to confirm for the last time that Winter is willing to follow him.

Forced people not only cannot keep their hearts, but may even cause trouble at critical moments. If so, Malashenko would rather send this guy to a labor camp to dig potatoes than keep such a time bomb by his side.

Faced with Malashenko's question, Major Winter, who was still shivering slightly in the new clothes he had just received, was stunned for a moment. After a little hesitation, he quickly firmed his expression and gave an answer.

"I fled all the way to the front line just to save my life. Now that I have fallen into your hands, do I have any choice to save my life?"

Such an answer is not bad, at least it shows a willingness to cooperate, but it is still not enough in Malashenko's view.

"According to you, you are forced to do it?"

This time, Major Winter did not hesitate.

"No, it's not just to see whether the ideal world you described can be realized and save my motherland."

Malashenko, who stared at Major Winter for a while, grinned and finally showed a satisfied expression.

"Very good, a very wise decision."

"But now, there is something you need to do, something only you can do."

Before Major Winter asked, Malashenko took the initiative to step forward, turned around and pointed directly at the German who was extremely fanatical not far away.

"Fascist fanatics, shouting nonsense, stupid and hopeless, do you know how to deal with such people?"

Major Winter had told Malashenko before that their leader had betrayed them and everyone.

All the promises that had been made were now lies. Winter did not believe these lies from the bottom of his heart, nor did he believe that they would come true. Even though he thought that the plan to assassinate the Führer would not succeed, he still stood on the side against the Führer, but he was unwilling to join the assassins for many reasons.

Now, Malashenko was going to verify whether what Winter had said was true, using a more extreme but immediate way.

"All fanatical madmen and hopeless fascists will die. This is the rule of our Red Army, as well as ideology and blood feuds."

"Go and talk to him. His fate is in your hands. Spare him or shoot him. I will let the guards listen to your decision. But no matter which decision you make, you must tell me the reason when you come back. Do you understand?"

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Malashenko did not give Major Winter a gun directly, but he handed him the power of life and death and the right to decide whether to shoot the fatal bullet.

This was obviously a test, and Major Winter could certainly see it himself.

The final choice is directly related to Malashenko's evaluation of Major Winter and a series of problems in the future.

Major Winter looked at Malashenko with a complicated expression, as if he had mixed many emotions together, but he was determined to make a decision.

"What choice do you expect me to make? I am the same."