Chapter 1351 German John

It is not difficult to find a German officer among the prisoners, especially when he is a lieutenant colonel of the armored corps.

With a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, a long and narrow face, and a beard that has not been trimmed for about a month, the military cap and the communication headset on his head are tilted together. The whole person looks unkempt but still has something to do with the word "handsome".

When Malashenko saw this man for the first time, he felt like, uh, this guy must be a football player in the future? He looks a bit like the goalkeeper in Germany.

Malashenko can't remember clearly that he was not a complete football fan before he traveled through time. At best, he was a layman who watched a game every four years. But who he looks like is irrelevant at the moment. What Malashenko cares about is who the lieutenant colonel of the armored corps in front of him is.

"Name and position, and preferably a self-introduction."

The voice did sound familiar, as if the face looked familiar and he had seen it somewhere before, but the German lieutenant colonel, who was still unsure of the true result, finally chose to speak hesitantly.

"Are you Malashenko? The iron butcher?"

This hesitant and untrustworthy expression really made our old comrade Ma laugh on the spot, and the words came out without thinking.

"What? Do you Germans think that someone like me needs a substitute to cover up? Or is there anyone in our Red Army who wants to impersonate me? He looks like me?"

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Malashenko's tone was relaxed and cheerful, as if he was joking, which embarrassed the German lieutenant colonel who was originally serious and didn't know how to respond.

"Since you asked sincerely, I will answer you again."

"Dmitri Drukovich Malashenko, Major General of the 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division. Do you have any more questions? If not, can you answer my question just now?"

To be honest, Malashenko did have a good impression of the German lieutenant colonel in front of him who was willing to cooperate and surrender, and he could give this buddy some respect.

This is the principle of dealing with people.

You respect me one foot, and I respect you ten feet.

You listened to my advice and were willing to surrender. My soldiers did reduce meaningless and unnecessary casualties because of your cooperation, and your people were able to save their lives and survive safely. Even if this kind of thing is openly said, it is good for you, me and everyone, so why not do it? So Comrade Lao Ma is in a pretty good mood now.

Seeing that the atmosphere of the conversation is pretty good, the German armored lieutenant colonel who had just become a prisoner was straightforward. Since he had surrendered, there was no need to put on that meaningless airs.

"Johannes Bauer, you can call me John, the lieutenant colonel of the 502nd Heavy Armored Battalion of the Wehrmacht. My troops and I were sent here to support the upcoming rescue operation, and this is my mission."

"Uh, John???"

Calling a German "John" always felt a little weird to Malashenko, and a half-joking remark came out of his mouth.

"Excuse me, but John, did your ancestors move from England to Germany? You may think that my question is a bit abrupt, but uh, you know why I ask this, right?"

From the appearance, it is impossible to tell whether a person is an Anglo-Saxon barbarian or a group of German lunatics, so Malashenko can only ask in this way that may sound boring.

Compared with Malashenko's "harmless" expression, the German lieutenant colonel's next answer was similarly calm.

"It's okay, you're not the first one to ask this, Mr. Major General."

"My great-grandfather was British. He came to Germany from Britain for business. Later, our family settled in Germany. We had been doing business until my generation was admitted to the military academy."

Okay, it's not that I haven't seen German-French German soldiers before, and it's not surprising to see a British-German battalion commander.

But there is one thing to say, Hitler really didn't regard the British as an inferior race. In this madman's rhetoric of the superiority and inferiority of races, the British are a genuine superior race.

Although this set of absurd rhetoric itself is a pile of stinky dog ​​shit, if you look at it from this perspective, it's really no big problem for the British-German mixed race to be so successful in the Wehrmacht. At least they won't be chased and beaten like dead dogs and wiped out like the Jews.

"You just said that your 502nd Heavy Armored Battalion was sent to carry out a rescue operation? What kind of rescue operation?"

The opponent is the 502nd Heavy Armored Battalion of the Wehrmacht!

Malashenko was indeed a little shocked when he heard the news, but he did not show it on his face. He was very cunning.

The elite men of the 502 Heavy Armored Battalion were famous in the future and were well-known in the world. The exaggerated kill ratio of 1:13 against enemy tanks was the best in the world. There were countless German armored aces coming out of this unit, and they could make up a few mahjong tables. Malashenko was really curious whether he had caught a lot of big fish in this net.

At the same time, he also had a little interest in the specific details of the rescue mission mentioned by Lieutenant Colonel John.

"We were sent to rescue the troops on the verge of collapse on the front line. We were originally resting and waiting in the rear area. The order was issued urgently. It is said that you Russians have begun a large-scale offensive. The offensive is very fierce and accompanied by a large number of armored troops. The front line alone The infantry divisions cannot withstand it, and all the armored units resting in the rear must go to the front to support the battle. This is the order. "

At the end of the Eastern Front battlefield, one after another heavy armored battalions of the Wehrmacht were sent to the front line to perform support tasks.

To put it nicely, it’s called support; to put it worse, it’s called to wipe the butts of friendly forces, fill in gaps everywhere, and go to the emergency rescue field to plug holes.

The ferocious offensive of the Soviet tank troops was like a flood that broke a dike. The German defense line was leaking in all directions and exhausted. As soon as it was blocked here, there was trouble again there. The overall situation after 44 years will remain like this until Germany is completely defeated, so the answer given by Lieutenant Colonel John is really not surprising.

However, Malashenko suddenly felt that this answer also meant that these German soldiers were intercepted halfway by him? They were wiped out in one fell swoop before they even left the hinterland of the rear, and the support front line was defeated here.

"It seems that your mission goal has not been achieved, Lieutenant Colonel John. This place is still far from the front line of the battle, but very close to the final encirclement point of our encirclement. You are blocked in your own backyard and pinned to death. "