Chapter 1319 Welcome to the Future

You can only know how strong this feeling is by deciding a person's life or death with your own hands, and having that person close at hand and in front of you.

Malashenko, who stood in the cold wind with his back against the jeep, was still waiting, waiting for Major Winter to come forward with an answer that no one could guess. What would happen to him after he came to him? say something.

"What was said? How did it feel?"

The first person to ask the question was Malashenko. Major Winter, who had already walked in front of Malashenko, only needed to answer.

"Feeling? Would you believe it if I said I felt good?"

Answering questions with questions is sometimes a very uncomfortable way, but fortunately, Malashenko is in a very good mood now, and he is not ready to go to war over such a trivial matter.

"I believe it, of course I believe it. Why don't I believe it?"

Malashenko, whose facial expression had turned into a smile, took a step forward, raised his head and faced Major Winter and spoke slowly.

"After all, we are wearing the same military uniform now, aren't we?"

Malashenko was obviously making a pun. After hearing this, Major Winter also looked down at his clothes in silence. The brand-new Red Army winter army coat he just got looked really good on him. fit.

"Yes, people in the same military uniform just don't know if you can accept a German, a former enemy."

Political Commissar Petrov said that Major Winter was not a person suitable for intelligence work. To a certain extent, this was true, but Major Winter was at least up to par in terms of emotional intelligence.

Malashenko just smiled when he heard the question, and immediately answered without any hesitation.

"That depends on what answer you give."

Major Winter was thoughtful when faced with Malashenko's words, but did not give an answer immediately.

When he suddenly looked back, he first looked at the rows of prisoners behind him. Those people were still looking at him in unison. There was something in their eyes that made Major Winter feel very complicated and not quite right. A taste that can be read.

After the focus of the sight shifted to the left again, what came into view was the half-headed corpse lying in the snow.

Although he didn't directly move his hands, it was obvious that he was the one who took away the guy's life. Major Winter, who was very aware of this, just watched all of this quietly, his eyes unyielding in an unnatural way.

"I didn't understand it before, but now I do."

"Those who are fanatically loyal to Fascism will only become an obstacle on my way to save the motherland. They are like stubborn maggots that cannot be shaken off or removed. They cling to the trunk of the motherland until they are destroyed together. They just follow the orders of that person and turn a deaf ear to reality and everything else, even if it means dragging the entire country and everyone to hell.”

"When I first came to you, I thought that scumbags like Staufen were only a minority and existed only in the SS."

"But now, I finally understand."

"These maggots have long been spread everywhere and are pervasive. The black hands of Fasis have contaminated everything they touch and distorted it. I even tried to persuade that idiot and reason with him just now, but in the end it was all in vain. , it won’t have any effect at all.”

"Don't you Russians say that revolution always requires bloodshed and sacrifice? I have read these words in your books. So now the blood of these madmen who can no longer be saved must be shed. If sacrifice is necessary, I am willing to be Or I may not be the first person to die on the road to saving the motherland, but I will definitely be one of them, as long as there is a need.”

"I just hope that what you once said to me is true, and that you Bolsheviks really have a way to save my motherland. I hope that in the future I will not regret the choice I made today, because I have no other choice. This is the only choice.”

The cruel reality does not leave many choices for a desolate patriot, whether it is a deceptive lie or a real hope. The person who holds the decision-making power in all this is the real winner, which is now Malashenko. .

It's okay to give a false hope in return for deception, but at least that's not what Malashenko thinks at the moment, nor was he planning to do so from the beginning.

The ultimate purpose of setting up this game is just to make Winter, a guy with uncertainties, give up. Trust is accumulated over time and used on brothers and comrades who share life and death, and share hardships. It cannot be given casually to a person who has just surrendered.

Regardless of these objective factors, Malashenko did describe to Major Winter a real world that will inevitably exist in the future, without any deception in return.

So the next answer, combined with what Major Winter said just now, is actually logical.

"You will definitely not regret it, but will feel lucky for the choice you made today, in the near future."

Malashenko flicked the cigarette butt in his hand and took a step forward, extending his right hand to Major Winter who had been watching him.

"Welcome to the future."

There are no overly complicated modifications or any hypocritical or unrealistic terms. Malashenko, who is matter-of-fact, has obviously put his words into Major Winter's heart.

"You are indeed very different from the description I saw in the intelligence. Those words only recorded your fighting side. Now it seems that you are still a good planner and lobbyist."

"For the future, I am willing to join you."

Some things that seemed unpredictable before, in fact, have already been finalized when their hands are held together.

The eyes are the windows to the soul. When the eyes meet and look at each other, they can reveal a lot of real things. As long as you have enough experience, you will definitely be able to detect something.

At least this time, Malashenko did not read the taste of conspiracy in Major Winter's eyes. And Malashenko, who has grown up with Political Commissar Petrov all the way, is also a person who has established strong self-confidence.

To doubt oneself is to doubt everything. How can a person who does not even trust his own ability be a good commander?

Major Winter, who completed the task assigned by Malashenko, was temporarily taken away, and the next conversation was the exchange between the political commissar and the division commander.

"Well done, such a trick is rare even in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. You have considered all the necessary details."