Chapter 1739: Air Strike Again

"Is there anything special about him? Why do you have to look at him alone? He looks like a migrant worker who was captured to do hard labor. What did you say that I didn't understand just now?"

Iushkin was a curious child. After hearing what Malashenko had just said, he couldn't suppress his strong curiosity in his heart, and asked as soon as the commander returned to the turret.

"Nothing, just a special identity. Neither one of us Soviets, nor those Germans"

Malashenko did not intend to lie and hide it from Iushkin on this issue. Telling too many lies is not a good thing after all. Every lie must be dealt with and filled with more lies. Even if too many lies can be made up, it will make people feel exhausted physically and mentally.

"Not a Soviet? The Germans will not let a yellow man join the army, so where did he come from?"

Obviously, Iushkin intended to get to the bottom of it, and he would not give up until his curiosity was satisfied.

"If I say he is Chinese, will you believe it?"

Malachenko's tone was flat, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

"Chinese!? Are you kidding? This is Belarus, and China is so far away. Are you sure this guy is not lying to you?"

Iushkin's first reaction was disbelief. He widened his eyes and opened his mouth as if he was listening to some strange story. This reaction was considered normal by Malachenko. After all, when he just learned the news, he was not much better than Iushkin now.

"The details are not clear yet, so I want to keep him and ask him after the war. Even if he is not important and is just an ordinary Chinese farmer, finding out why he is here can at least satisfy our curiosity. It's that simple."

It's not hard to guard a prisoner, and it's even easier to control a Chinese prisoner who has nothing to do with the Germans.

The guy who called himself Ren Dagui had no reason to fight for the Nazis. Malashenko was sure that he could only see panic, fear, confusion and helplessness in his eyes.

This was not a wooden man who had lost his soul and cut off his humanity. Even though his story might be tortuous and he had experienced a lot, Malashenko could see the desire for life and the courage to live in his eyes.

If the experience he briefly described was true, then Malashenko admired Ren Dagui for his courage to not give up and to persist in living.

If it were an ordinary person who had experienced so many tortuous and bizarre difficulties and obstacles, and storms, I'm afraid he would have wanted to end his life and escape from the sea of ​​suffering. This kind of displaced life is simply a torture to live. People are worse than dogs in troubled times. This is the situation. Every ordinary person who can bravely persist in living in this turbulent war era is worthy of admiration, not to mention that he has left his hometown and walked so far.

The brief episode of meeting a fellow villager on the battlefield came to an end. Malashenko had no time to stay and chat with the guy named Ren Dagui.

The troops led by Lavrinenko and Kurbalov had already started to move, and Malashenko knew that he had little time left. He had to put strong pressure on the Germans and distract their attention before they took any action. Only by pressing the Germans to the ground and beating them from the front could Lavrinenko and Kurbalov reduce the pressure and move smoothly.

The position that had been plowed countless times by crazy artillery fire was still a scene like the surface of the moon, and it continued. The Germans' flesh and blood and weapon debris were scattered all over the ground and half buried in the loose soil.

Malashenko, who was numb to such scenes, just wanted to know how far away he was from the German troops who could resist and fight in an organized manner. Malashenko thought it was absurd to say that the bombardment just now could kill all the Germans and wipe them out completely. Engaging the enemy as soon as possible has become the most important priority at this moment.

"Each crew should speed up the march, maintain the search formation, and pay attention to the distance between the vehicles. The Germans may appear at any time, and they may be waiting for us in ambush somewhere."

Malashenko, holding the transmitter, added a new order. Just as the new order was finished, a buzzing roar of gradually decreasing altitude suddenly came from the sky behind him.

"They are coming, and they are quite fast."

The half-regiment tactical bomber formation promised by Vatutin has arrived. The Figure 2 bombers, which are constantly lowering their altitude to enhance the ground search field of view, are flying in formation. The soldiers sitting on the buttocks of the tanks and following the advance only need to raise their heads to see the dark black iron bombs hanging on the wings of the Figure 2 bombers with their naked eyes.

"I like to watch this. Those Germans will all be sent to the sky to feel the wrath of communism!"

"These Germans have become like this. If they continue to bomb us, we may really have no war to fight."

"Ha, are you stupid? The more Germans die, the less danger you will have. Your mother is still waiting for her son to return victoriously at home. It's a good thing to have a little more hope of returning alive."

The turret hatch was open, so that Malashenko could hear the loud voices of several hitchhikers outside his car. The tactical bomber group in Figure 2 that happened to pass by overhead and roared to accompany their conversation was accompanied by the tactical bombers in Figure 2.

"Come on, comrades in heaven! Destroy all those fascists, Ura!"

"Comrades still want to live. Even though we are the most battle-hardened guards and the most elite ace tank troops in the entire Red Army, it's still the same."

Iushkin suddenly said this, and Malashenko, who probably guessed what Iushkin wanted to say, immediately responded.

"Because we are all flesh-and-blood Red Army soldiers, we are living people, we have hearts, joys, anger, sorrows, and emotions, and we will never be those unscrupulous fascist thugs."

"Homesickness, wanting to go back alive and reunite with relatives one day, these are common human emotions and have nothing to do with whether we are elite or not. Everyone wants to live. And my mission and task is to realize it and lead more soldiers back alive."

Boom-boom-boom-

The black iron bombs detached from the wing roots and the belly bomb bays, whistling and falling straight down. The successive explosions came from afar and echoed in the ears, indicating that an enemy worthy of the bomber formation was entrenched not far ahead.

What Malashenko had to do next was to fulfill his promise and send all those scum fascists to the sky.