Chapter 1742 Three Axe

"Schroun, if we continue like this, we're not far from being doomed! You'd better think about what to do quickly!"

Loud roaring words came from the radio and echoed in Major Schroun's ears. The person on the other end of the radio obviously couldn't guess what was going on in his commander's head. Similarly, Major Schroun could not guess the other party, but this was not important to him now. Facing this situation that he had never dreamed of, Major Schroun had no intention of caring about it.

"Surrender, Finn, before it's too late."

"Did I hear you correctly? What did you say!? Surrender!?"

The sound coming from the other end of the radio was full of disbelief and disbelief, as if "I was waiting for you to give the order to fight to the death, but you told me to stop here." It was hard to imagine that such a thing could be true. .

"We have fought hard to this point, how can we just give up like this? Are we fighting hard just to surrender now?"

Major Schraun didn't want to talk too much anymore. This series of cruel blows without any hope had completely destroyed his will. At this time, even being shot and dying quickly was a relief.

What drove him to continue giving orders over the radio was simply his final duty as the commander of this force.

"Give up the resistance, Finn. Look at those Russians. What else can you see except those Stalin VIs that look like turtle shells? We can't even attack their positions, so how can we survive in this situation? Talking about victory? Such a fight is meaningless. Respecting the last sacred value of life is our only option.”

"You are still the same religious believer who talks so much about theism, and you haven't changed at all."

No matter what the two people think, at least the final result is consistent.

Malashenko, who had already made plans to completely crush these Germans, was about to add more force. A white flag suddenly stretched out from the turret of an unknown King Tiger, which disrupted Malashenko. Branch's plan.

"That's it? It's gone!? Do these fascists think this is a game? We haven't even tried hard yet, so we're surrendering?"

Iushkin plays the role of his talkative complainer as always, as if such a person is indispensable for the protagonist of every story.

Malashenko, who had become accustomed to such results, adjusted his commander's periscope and squinted his eyes to take another confirming look. After seeing a considerable number of German armored soldiers leaving their vehicles and jumping out of the vehicle with their hands raised, Malashenko could finally say with certainty: This is indeed the end of all this.

"It's over. These German guys have given up. They can still understand the situation."

Either fight to the death or choose to give up. The final result will only be one of these. Malashenko understands and clearly knows this. The German guys on the opposite side just chose the latter, which was not too surprising after all.

Beating the Germans until they surrendered was a common thing for Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, which they had experienced countless times.

The Red Army soldiers who had not had time to rush forward to fight the Germans at close range quickly reacted and followed their own tanks that were leading the way. They held their weapons tightly and remained on guard until they were close to the Germans. Start the final work.

"Everyone line up in a row, stand still and don't move! Be honest!"

"You, what about you! Raise your hands high so that I can always see them above your head!"

"Let's go, hurry up! You damn fascist, do you want to take a shot?"

Compared with the Japanese who like to fake surrender and the more distant Vietnamese monkeys, these Germans are not without their advantages. At least they are very honest. To say surrender is to truly surrender. So far, Malashenko has never encountered Germans who collectively pretended to surrender. At most, there are one or two die-hards who have been completely brainwashed and want to cause trouble. Special cases can be directly ignored.

Since you surrendered simply, I might as well do some good deeds and give you decent prisoner treatment. It's not difficult to do.

The German prisoners standing in a row were walking obediently under the escort of the Red Army soldiers and did not dare to move rashly. Malashenko did not intend to kill any of them unless other circumstances occurred. For fun, this is actually pretty good now.

"These German guys are really getting worse day by day. After the artillery fire, the planes dropped bombs, and we charged again, it was over, it was over. You know what I mean, this battle is really going on. I don't want to see more comrades sacrifice." , but the gap is really too big, or the change is too big? Whatever, it’s different from before.”

Malashenko, who didn't even bother to get out of the car, was just hanging half of his body outside the turret, chatting wordlessly with Iushkin next to him in the same posture and state as himself, and looking at the German soldiers lined up in a row. Guys passed by the car, one after another.

"Do you know the point of what you just said?"

Malashenko suddenly asked such a question out of nowhere, taking it as a response to Iushkin's words. The confused Iushkin obviously didn't understand what Comrade Commander meant, and was a little speechless for a moment. , speechless.

"Cannon blasts, plane bombardments, and tanks charge. I call these three axes. Just think of them as three axes."

"There are few armies in the world that can withstand these three attacks under the premise of absolute disadvantage. This is the case now, and it will be the case in the future, until the war changes to a level that we cannot imagine. There are armies that can create miracles, but not now, not today, not these Germans who are beaten to a pulp, they are far from worthy."

Malashenko flicked the ash of his cigarette and said it lightly, but Iushkin, who heard this, had an insight.

"Cannon bombing, plane bombing, tank charging three axes"

"It seems that we also lost the battle in 1941. Now it's just a reversal. We and the Germans have turned around. It should be like this."

Ha——

Malaashenko smiled, and flicked the last bit of the cigarette butt that was about to burn out with his middle finger and thumb.

"You understand correctly! If we keep up this offensive and fighting style, we can fight all the way to Berlin. These fascist gamblers who have lost all their money can no longer beat us at the gambling table. They are far inferior to the Red Army in any of the three chips."

"Hurry up! Don't dawdle, go over there, and hurry up!"

Malachenko, who was about to return to the car, heard this abrupt and familiar shout, which sounded not far from his car.

When he turned around, he found that Valosha, who had fought with him, was walking up with two soldiers, escorting a German officer with a crooked military cap and raised his hands.

"This is a big fish, comrade division commander, all the Germans here listen to his command, including those who were alive before and are now dead."