Chapter 1762: Traveling Through Time and Space

"Shout to them! Get these bastards out of my sight! I don't have time to capture them. Get out of the way if you don't want to be crushed to pieces!"

The last few remaining German infantrymen who had no hope of resistance finally surrendered, accompanied by Lavrinenko's exasperated and terrible curses. Read

Lavrinenko was right. He really didn't have any extra time to capture prisoners. The most urgent thing was to rush up and bite the tail of the big German division.

"Get out! Get out! Get out of the way! Put down your weapons, avoid the tanks, stand in a row on the open ground and wait to be captured. Get out if you don't want to be crushed to death!"

A tank commander who was quite proficient in German received Lavrinenko's order, opened his turret hatch and stuck out a large iron speaker. He shouted loudly in German at the German infantrymen who had raised their hands to surrender in the car without showing his face.

The German infantrymen who had just put down their weapons were quite sensible when they saw this. They knew that the Russians never joked about driving tanks over people, especially not with the Germans who were their enemies.

If you don't want to be rolled into a pulp by the tracks, you'd better move quickly and avoid these Russian steel monsters that are rushing at full speed with black smoke. This is not an urban main road with traffic lights and traffic rules. Tanks can drive as fast as they want. There is no compensation or responsibility for crushing the Germans.

"We failed. It's shameful, right? Enrique."

It's not a simple matter of luck that a recruit can survive in such a tragic battlefield.

Hearing this familiar recruit say this, Enrique, who had already thrown the tank killer rocket launcher on his shoulder on the spot on the position, thought about it and spoke.

"But at least you have the hope of being able to go back alive and see your mother. I think I can survive the years in the prisoner-of-war camp. You have to be careful with your thin body. The Russians will not care whether you live or die."

The Russian heavy tank cluster roared past just 20 or 30 meters away. Battalions of Soviet infantry had already boarded the tanks to follow the charge. From time to time, there were several hateful eyes that almost wanted to eat people alive.

It was as if those Soviet infantrymen sitting on the tanks would shoot at their lives at any time, which made the new recruits standing there with their hands raised feel extremely scared. But in sharp contrast, Enrique, who was standing aside, continued to stand there expressionless as if nothing had happened.

"How can you say that so easily? Aren't you afraid of those Russians? Aren't you afraid that going to a prisoner-of-war camp will make you live a life worse than death?"

"A life worse than death? Haha"

Enrique smiled, raised his hands above his head and saluted in a French military style. His sneer was a little funny, but it was still obvious that this expression was not false and was sincere.

"Since the defeat in Kursk, I knew that we would never win this battle. Life and death are no longer important to me. I am tired of this war, tired of the feeling of waiting to die every day even though I can see the defeat. It's just that fighting and killing can bring me some excitement and fun."

The young recruit couldn't believe that such words came from Enrique's mouth. He always thought that this guy with two golden tank armbands embroidered on his arms was a legendary figure and a battlefield hero. He didn't expect that he was such a person who was the same as those SS soldiers who lived for bloodthirsty killings in his impression.

No matter how the young recruits think of him, Enrique still has to pour out all the complaints in his heart in the last period of time before he keeps his hands raised in surrender and waits to be captured.

"Now, I just want to see how the Russians treat prisoners of war, and whether I can hold on until these Russians are willing to let me go back. This is a challenge, and I like challenges the most! I bet these Russians can't torture me to death in the prisoner-of-war camp, which is much more interesting than killing their garbage iron boxes."

"If I can go back alive, I can write memoirs and sell them for some money, find a few more young women to play with, and make up for all the years of fighting. If you can go back alive, remember to come to me, maybe I can buy you a drink when I have money, and then we can talk about the good life in the prisoner-of-war camp."

At this point, two soldiers holding AKs who came to escort the prisoners of war have come behind Enrique.

Enrique, who surrendered obediently, had no intention of disobeying or resisting. He allowed two burly Soviet infantrymen to hold his arms and tie him up on the spot with the ropes that had been prepared long ago.

Even so, Enrique, who was pressed down by his shoulders, still had a sneer on his face, and this smile was turning into a silent laughter at a speed visible to the naked eye in the eyes of the recruits. His big mouth was grinning as if he had just captured the Kremlin and kicked open the door of Stalin's office and captured him alive just a minute ago.

"Come on, stay alive, brother! We agreed to meet again!"

"I never understood why Enrique was like that at the time. Of course, I never saw him again in the years after the war."

"I think this does not mean that he must have died in the prisoner of war camp, but I deliberately avoided looking for him again. In my impression, he was a very strong man with a strong mental power. He could not even face an enemy tank running over him. He is the best anti-tank rocket launcher in our battalion because he can keep his face straight. I think the way he looked at that time was probably because he was venting the negative emotions he had suppressed for a long time. I'm not sure, I think it was something like this."

"Many of our peers of that generation have unspeakable eccentricities like Enrique's, either long-term or short-term. Even after I was released and returned to my hometown, many veterans committed suicide. , or the news of being imprisoned in a mental hospital appeared in the newspapers. I really hope that such a cruel war will not happen again. Peace is the most precious thing.”

The gray-haired old man sat on a chair and talked about the past that had faded in his memories, but was still fresh in his memory. The young female reporter who gently closed the pen cap and small notepad and announced the end of the formal interview had one last personal question to ask. The Red Flag Medal pinned to her lapel was shining brightly in the sun.

"Well, thank you for being willing to be interviewed by our Deutsche Volkszeitung today, Mr. Müller. At the end of the interview, I have a personal question to ask you. We all know that the Grossdeutsche Panzer Division you are in was captured by Maratha The troops commanded by Marshal Shenke defeated and destroyed them. If you could see Marshal again, what would you like to say to him? "

The old man on the chair looked out the window. Although his eyes were cloudy, there was a glimmer of light, as if he could travel through time and space and recall the past.

"The Marshal and his troops completely defeated us. They defeated the most legendary Grossdeutschland Panzer Division of the Wehrmacht. They defeated us at both the soul and reality levels. This affected the trajectory of the rest of my life. All the confessions I made in the rest of my life were probably It all started when I realized that this army led by Hitler was absolutely unwinnable.”