Chapter 1845 Ultimatum

The Germans had no intention of surrendering and immediately giving the French military salute. This was the intuitive feeling that Malashenko got after commanding his car to rush to the freight yard.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, he really couldn't risk hurting those treasures and open fire on the Germans. Malashenko knew this from beginning to end.

Of course, it was not only Malashenko who knew this clearly, but also the Germans who were on the opposite side of Malashenko and were enemies.

At the moment, the situation can almost be said to be clear at a glance, and there is no need to guess. These Germans must have been afraid to order the tank guns to aim and fire. Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why a train dared to continue to drive forward under the obstruction of more than a dozen tanks. This really doesn't make sense.

Malashenko didn't want to harm these priceless cultural relics and various treasures that would have great significance in the future peacetime, but this didn't mean that Malashenko was willing to watch these things being snatched away by the Germans.

If the result was really like this, Malashenko asked himself whether he might as well order the firing and stop the armored train.

Malashenko, who came from the future, knew clearly that during the Great Patriotic War, the fascist bastards looted the Soviet Union, and only a few of them could actually return to the motherland and be returned to the Soviet Union after the war, especially the top treasures, which were basically missing in the end.

Rather than believing in the "hidden treasures of the Nazis' attempt to make a comeback", Malashenko would rather believe that these top treasures were definitely taken away by the British and American scumbags. God knows where these things ended up after being found by the British and Americans. The Anglo-Saxon barbarians have liked to do this kind of crap thing of collecting other people's treasures since a long time ago.

Severely damaging the armored train and forcing it to stop would at least not destroy all the treasures. As long as the operation is done properly and carefully, the losses can be kept to a minimum.

Compared to letting this thing slip away from under his nose, Malashenko prefers the former.

The belief that "I can't get it, and I will never let it fall into the hands of you fascist bastards" is extremely firm, but Malashenko, holding the iron loudspeaker, still has the idea of ​​making one last try in his heart, and wants to make one last attempt before everything is really irreversible.

"Listen, you fascist lackeys on the train. I am Major General Malashenko of the Soviet tank army! The "Iron Butcher" you call me! Your train has been surrounded by the most elite soldiers under my command!"

"Give up resistance and the desire to escape! Don't make any more meaningless struggles, and don't test my bottom line with your lives! If necessary, I will order the destruction of the treasures on the train without hesitation! I will never let you escape from this station! If you don't believe it, you can try it, but the price is the lives of you fascist bastards!"

"This is the last warning, stop the car immediately! Put down your weapons, surrender, and everyone get out of the car! You won't have a second chance!"

The armored train that had just started accelerated very slowly and at a very low speed, so that Malashenko had the opportunity to take out the big iron horn and speak his German, which was quite fluent so far, to personally issue an ultimatum to these stubborn fascist scum.

Malashenko hoped that his final warning would be the last straw that broke the camel's back for the fascist scum, saving everyone from the inevitable battle.

Malashenko did not believe that the Germans on the train were not afraid at all and had no disagreements. In the worst case, even if he could not make them stop and surrender immediately, it would be good if they could tear apart their internal differences and have an internal fight before the battle. It would not be that a train full of Germans wanted to die in vain, right?

That is, during the time when Malashenko was shouting, the oncoming armored train was still moving forward.

With a tin horn in one hand and a radio transmitter in the other, Malashenko clenched his teeth and stared at the armored train that was about to enter the last 100 meters from his train.

Whether it was honking the horn or slowing down, if these Germans really intended to give up resistance and surrender, they should at least give themselves some clear responses immediately. Otherwise, they could only treat it as preparing to resist to the end.

"Comrade commander, it's less than a hundred meters! It will be too late if we don't do something now!"

Malachenko was still waiting anxiously, hoping that these Germans would cherish their lives wisely so that the best result or miracle he expected would happen.

Iushkin's shouting reminder from the car echoed in Malachenko's mind. Malachenko, whose breathing frequency was getting more and more rapid, was still staring at the target like an old cow.

Seeing that the situation was finally forced to this irreversible step, Malachenko, who did not see any sign of the Germans willing to cooperate, finally pressed the radio transmitter in his hand without hesitation and shouted orders.

"All crews concentrate their firepower! Target the first locomotive head, load armor-piercing shells, and fire!"

Some things, even if Malashenko didn't say them, the tank soldiers under his command would prepare to do them in advance, such as loading the gun barrel with 122mm full-caliber armor-piercing shells that could easily tear open the armored train's defense and cause sufficient damage to its spacious interior and front equipment.

Needless to say, the power of the 122mm Red Army heirloom that even the Tiger could not withstand is not something that an armored train can withstand.

At the moment when the division commander finally gave the final order, a total of 13 IS6 heavy tanks, excluding Malashenko's command vehicle, almost at the same time, with very short intervals, ejected large groups of dazzling flames, aiming the 122mm full-caliber armor-piercing shells that had been waiting in the gun barrel at the target and sent them out of the gun barrel.

Thirteen powerful 122mm full-caliber armor-piercing shells came from the same direction, like a rain of arrows in ancient cold weapon wars, and in a flash they hit the front of the armored train, which was still rushing forward without slowing down.

The front armor plate of the locomotive, which could barely withstand the direct attack of small-caliber armor-piercing shells, was basically no different from paper in front of the 122mm full-caliber armor-piercing shells. The final result was actually doomed from the moment Malashenko ordered the artillery to open fire.