Chapter 1470 Dull Gunshot

"We have decided not to fight anymore and will not be enemies with your Soviet Red Army. Please give us the most basic treatment of prisoners of war in accordance with the Geneva Convention. We will get out of the tank now. Please remember not to fire. We don't carry any weapons!"

Malachenko's command vehicle was not far from the only remaining command Tiger King. In addition, the German who was shouting in the car was also a loud voice, so Comrade Lao Ma, who was half of his body outside the turret, heard the German's shouting clearly.

What surprised Malachenko a little was that the German's shouting was not in German, but in Russian, which sounded standard and well-spoken.

Malachenko didn't expect that there was such a talent who could speak Russian so fluently in the Viking Division.

"Geneva Convention? Why do these fascist lackeys always talk about this shit? We didn't sign this shit document at all!"

"Who said it wasn't? Even if we signed it, what would happen? They treat prisoners as if they abide by the convention. What a double standard."

Iushkin and Artyom were chatting awkwardly in the car, while Comrade Lao Ma, who was half outside the turret, stared at the Tiger King intently, paying close attention to its next move.

After the white flag was removed, the first German who saluted with both hands high climbed out of the turret. Judging from his attire, he didn't look like a senior official. Malashenko estimated that he should be a gunner or loader.

"Varosha, let your people go up and bring the prisoners over. There are five in total, and no one can be missing. Bring them all to me."

Malashenko, who knew clearly that the Tiger King was a crew of several people, picked up the transmitter and gave an order to the commander of the infantry regiment, Valosha, who had a command-type GAZ jeep with a radio attached.

Knowing that the division commander would definitely contact him after the fierce battle, Valosha stayed by the command vehicle and took the radio transmitter from his guard and driver and replied immediately.

"Understood, division commander, someone has been sent over. I'll let my guard company handle this matter, there will be no problem."

"Yes, I got it."

After the call came to an end, Malashenko saw the soldiers sent by Valosha approaching the German Tiger King quickly, and soon escorted the first SS armored soldier who got off the car. The remaining soldiers continued to wait by the huge Tiger King, waiting for other Germans to get out of the car.

Soon, the second German got out of the car, but not from the turret, but from the front of the car body.

The driver and the mechanic climbed out of the hatch at the front of the vehicle, raised their hands and surrendered. Malashenko also saw that one of them was somewhat reluctant, and with obvious resistance, he pushed the Red Army soldier who came up to escort him, and he didn't know what he was saying.

It was completely predictable what kind of result such behavior would lead to. The two Red Army soldiers, one with PPSh and the other with SVT-40, immediately started to fight without saying a word.

Punches, kicks and rifle butts fell like raindrops. The thin SS armored soldier was soon knocked to the ground by the two tall and strong guards. He rolled on the ground like a dead dog and wailed.

If you do such a stupid thing, you have to consider the consequences. Malashenko doesn't think his soldiers are at fault. It can only be said that the German's eyes are probably on his buttocks.

After another person climbed out of the turret, Malashenko, who squinted his eyes, began to look a little strange. Because after the second person climbed out of the turret, there was no sign of a third person coming out, and there was still no movement after half a minute.

Malashenko, who was suspicious, once again scanned the four SS soldiers who had already gotten off the car, and found that none of the four people met the characteristics of the "big fish" in his mind. They were all small fish and shrimps, and the highest-ranking commander was missing.

"Damn it! Could it be that..."

Bang——

Malashenko, who had just thought it was not good, had not had time to open his mouth to give orders or take any substantial actions. A muffled sound of gunfire that was not too loud came from the King Tiger, which sounded like the muffled sound of a matchstick thrown into a glass bottle when he was a child.

"Fuck! This is hopeless, it's fucking shit!"

Malashenko, who had already lost half of his heart, knew that he was most likely out of his mind this time. He had missed this most unpredictable worst-case scenario after all his calculations, and it was too late to think about it now.

When the soldiers closest to the tank heard the gunshot, they quickly climbed up and looked into the turret with the hatch opened. After seeing the scene clearly, they turned around and said a few simple words to their comrades under the car to explain the situation.

Soon, the commander of the guard company who received the order from Varosha ran to Malashenko's command car and saluted Malashenko, who was still half-out of the turret and had not gotten out of the car, and then reported.

"Report to the division commander, comrade, only four surrendered SS crews were captured, and the last one shot himself in the car. It was confirmed that he was the commander of the car, with a rank of SS first-class assault captain, and also the field commander of the SS unit we encountered. This is the briefcase and documents found on him."

The German frontline commanders all have a small crossbody bag and an officer's ID card, which were then handed over by the company commander who had finished reporting. Malashenko bent down and took the two items, returned a military salute, and then opened the officer's ID card on the top and began to review it.

"Alfred Bockmann Wendell, 33 years old, SS First Class Assault Captain, Commander of the 2nd Armored Regiment under the Viking Division."

"Fuck, it's a big loss!"

The SS has a completely different rank system from the Wehrmacht. The rank of First Class Assault Captain is equivalent to the Lieutenant Colonel of the Wehrmacht. In other words, Malashenko almost caught a Lieutenant Colonel of the Armored Regiment of the SS Viking Division, but it's a pity that this guy shot himself in his car.

Holding the ID card, Malashenko was speechless and didn't want to say anything more. He pushed the ID card down and began to search the German's small leather bag.

Generally speaking, these are war zone maps and important official documents, warrants, telegrams, etc. that German frontline commanders carry with them. Malashenko looked through them briefly but didn't find anything special. There were just some scraps of paper and rotten maps. He could leave these things for later, but he didn't have the time to do that right now.