Chapter 142 The Surrender of the SS

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A powerful kick followed by a crisp sound echoed on the battlefield where the war had just ended. The M40 steel helmet with the SS double lightning mark tattooed on the side was immediately kicked away by Seryosha like a ball. Far away.

"I thought these SS Germans were emotionless monsters, but it turns out they also know how to fear and surrender."

Seeing that the thing that was originally covering his head to protect his life was kicked away by the Soviet tank soldier in front of him, the young SS soldier who had just surrendered and raised his hands above his head with a frightened look couldn't help but look more He glanced at Seryozha.

"What are you looking at!? Damn it! If you look at it again I'll kick your head off!"

Seryozha waved his fists and threatened him with an angry look on his face. The young SS soldier who just wanted to save his own life immediately turned his head in fear and did not dare to take another look.

A large number of elite armed SS units, including the Reich Division and the SS Division, were notorious for their ferocious achievements in actual combat, but now they have become a burden and burden for these SS logistics troops who surrendered. .

The Soviet tank soldiers who suffered heavy casualties in the battle with the armed SS jumped out of their vehicles and fought with fists and feet. Only because of Malashenko's order to stop them, they finally managed to save these SS prisoners alive. Beat to death.

In the ambush just now, the Soviet guerrillas, who suffered heavy casualties due to lack of actual combat experience and the relationship between the first battle, were not to be outdone. They returned the anger of their comrades who died in the battle to these party members with fists, kicks and gun butts. For the prisoners of the Guards, even the most ordinary guerrillas dared to step forward to bully and kick the prisoners who put down their weapons and raised their hands to surrender.

After commanding this short and beautiful armored assault battle, Malashenko also led his crew members to jump out of the car.

Facing these bruised and swollen SS prisoners who were already dejected and without fighting spirit, Malashenko nodded slightly and was about to say something, when a figure hurriedly ran from not far away. Rashenko spoke repeatedly beside him.

"Comrade Major, thank you so much! Without the help of you and your troops, these damn Germans would have defeated us today. I really don't know how to thank you."

After hearing the sound, Malashenko was hesitant to speak and then turned around in the direction of the visitor. After looking up and down at the young lieutenant in front of him, he combined with the guerrillas wearing colorful clothes and everything. The team members, and Malashenko, who had roughly guessed the cause of the war, immediately spoke.

"Are you guerrillas? Lieutenant, please introduce yourself first."

Faced with Malashenko's inquiry, the young lieutenant, who was grateful for the life-saving grace and beaming with joy, raised his hands in salute.

"Lieutenant Serov Valokrov, former subordinate of the 131st Motorized Rifle Division, is reporting to you. Comrade Major, I wish you good health."

"It's just like you said, Comrade Major. After the original troops were dispersed in Smolensk, my superiors assigned me to stay in the Smolensk theater to do the formation and mobilization of guerrillas. I want to give those Nazi invaders The enemy's occupied areas and supply lines were dealt a heavy blow, and the battle continued behind the enemy's rear!"

At this point, Lieutenant Serov, who had not finished his sentence, immediately turned his head, pointed at the SS prisoners who were being searched and scolded by the guerrillas, and continued to speak towards Malashenko.

"My guerrillas and I saw this German truck convoy wandering around in the wilderness this morning. They seemed to have lost their way. These Germans knew nothing about our vast motherland. I guessed at the time that they There should be a lot of important supplies in the convoy, and it is estimated that there will not be many escort troops, so we immediately mobilized troops to find a way where they must pass and prepare to ambush them. "

At this point, Lieutenant Serov, who was obviously embarrassed when he spoke, hesitated for a while and then stopped talking. After all, an ambush battle almost turned into an annihilation battle, which was a shameful thing. In an environment like the military, which values ​​the strong, it was too embarrassing to say out loud.

Lieutenant Serov's short and clear report roughly confirmed his conjecture. After a slight nod, Malashenko immediately opened his mouth again and responded to the lieutenant in front of him.

"Well, I understand, Comrade Lieutenant. Let your people clean up the battlefield. These German weapons should be very helpful to the formation of your guerrillas. You must make good use of these invaders' weapons to deal with them severely. Yourself! Give these invaders the heaviest blow!"

The small weapons of a full SS infantry platoon are of little use to a pure armored unit like Malashenko, but for Lieutenant Serov, who was just building the guerrillas and lacked everything except men, it was undoubtedly a timely help.

"Thank you so much, Comrade Major! I will definitely report your generosity and help to my superiors. This is your honor."

Watching the nervous lieutenant who didn't even know his own name, he hurried away with joy on his face and was busy counting the captured weapons.

Then he looked at the row of more than a dozen Lightning Opel trucks covered with canvas in front of him, and he suddenly felt curious. Malashenko, who wanted to clearly understand the identity and mission purpose of this group of SS soldiers, immediately turned his head and asked loudly to the crew behind him who were taking the opportunity to smoke or bully the prisoners.

"Is there anyone who knows German? Just ask some simple questions. I need a translator!"

After hearing the question from their highest commander, the Red Army tank soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Although tank soldiers were considered a high-tech branch of the army system even during World War II, most of the Soviet tank soldiers who had received professional tank crew training or graduated directly from tank schools had received a good education and were a full level higher than ordinary infantry.

But German, a foreign language that is complex and difficult to learn and not part of their mother tongue, is still too demanding for these Red Army tank soldiers at the moment.

The Red Army tank soldiers, who had dozens of tank crews in a battalion, did not stand up to give a positive answer to Malashenko's question.

Malashenko, who was a little annoyed by the scene in front of him, did not know what to do next. A prisoner who had been crouching in a corner with his hands on his head and silently watching this scene, suddenly stood up and spoke at this time.

"Mr. Major, if possible, I think I can serve as your temporary interpreter."