Chapter 2188 I Am Waiting for Him to Come Back

Chapter 2193 I'm waiting for him to come back

"I asked you to find someone to ask why a woman was caught?"

"She's the only one in the room. There's no one else. Google search and read. Besides, she's a person, comrade captain."

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Put aside the radio that was almost fixed in his hand. This radio station installed in the rear infantry compartment of the command type BMP43 had some problems. The signal was intermittent and not very flexible. After tinkering with it for a while, Alsim didn't know whether he had fixed it or not. He planned to try again later.

As for the present, he should ask questions first.

"Can you speak Russian?"

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The young woman surrounded by soldiers in front of him didn't say anything, but her trembling eyes revealed her fear of the fully armed men standing around.

"It seems that she won't, Alosa, prepare to translate."

"Yes, comrade company commander."

The soldier holding the SVT40 semi-automatic rifle stepped forward in response. Alsim, who was still sitting at the rear of the infantry fighting vehicle with the door open, first scanned the woman up and down and looked at her. He found that apart from being young, beautiful and a little pretty, there was nothing else worth noticing at first glance, so he spoke immediately.

"Ask her what her name is, what she does, why she stays here, and where the people in this town have gone. Why can't you see a single German hair? Finally, ask where their army has gone."

Alsim, who was not interested in talking nonsense, vomited all the questions in one breath. The young soldier with a good memory and eloquent speech was able to remember them all at once, and then relayed them in German to the trembling woman in front of him.

"My name is Hannah, and I'm a textile worker. My family lives here. Most of the other people in the town have fled. When they heard that the Russians were coming, they left early and fled for refuge. I don't know where the army is. They just passed by the town a few days ago. I can't remember the exact day, and then they hurried to the west."

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The little soldier translated it into Russian truthfully, but Alsim, who listened carefully and seriously, quickly found the problem and asked back.

"Everyone has fled? Then why don't you leave? Are you still staying here waiting for us?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked three questions directly to the key point of the problem. The little soldier continued to translate and retell truthfully.

This time, the young woman who called herself Hannah seemed to be hesitant and unable to answer. She seemed to be hesitant, but she might also be trying to hide something and making up lies.

Alsim, who often interrogated tongues personally, could see her inner entanglement and panic. This must be something. If she was fine, she wouldn't be so hesitant and hesitant.

"Tell her to stop nagging and answer the questions quickly. Give her two biscuits if she cooperates honestly."

In principle, Malashenko does not object to the grassroots commanders and fighters using food, cigarettes, or other necessities of life as rewards to inquire about the information or valuable intelligence they want to know from the local natives, as long as they are sure that it is necessary to do so.

After all, this is a war abroad. It is difficult to have a mass base in a foreign country. The local natives in each place may not agree with the Red Army or even hate it, especially the deeper they go into the hinterland of the German-occupied area, the more serious the situation may be.

Malashenko does not want to let go of his authority and let the people below use force coercion or bloody violence to get anything they want from civilians. This is not a good thing.

The leadership division is a group of elite soldiers with faith, backbone, and the ability to win battles. They are not butchers who kill civilians at will. Once some things start, it will be difficult to end them in the future. You know, people's bloodthirstiness can become addictive.

So even if the process is a little troublesome and a negligible material cost is required, Malashenko still feels that this is absolutely worth it compared to the bad consequences of the deterioration of the troops.

I don't care about other people's troops, but my soldiers can't kill people at will no matter where they go, even those German civilians under fascism. This is one of the principles that Malashenko has repeatedly emphasized several times.

At the moment, Arsim, who has a high degree of admiration for Malashenko, certainly has not forgotten the admonition of the division commander and intends to obey his orders.

Even if sending food to the Germans makes him feel a little uncomfortable, but orders are orders.

Arsim, who has not read much, can't read a few big characters, and even has to read letters to his family by himself and ask others to write them for him, can still distinguish what is the duty of a soldier. This has nothing to do with the level of education. It is purely a principled issue of whether a soldier is truly qualified, that's all.

Arsim followed Malashenko's instructions, and the young soldier who acted as an interpreter also took out two compressed biscuits from his pocket, handed them to the trembling woman, and spoke again as gently as possible.

"Tell me the reason, and this is yours. I can see that you are hungry, right?"

The Germans were defeated, not to mention the civilians in the German-occupied areas who were living a miserable life. The German field troops on the front line often ran out of food and had no food for the next meal. Compared with the previous food supplies, which were almost reduced in quality and quantity, even the lives of ordinary civilians in the German country were not much better.

This woman named Hannah was standing here, and Alsim, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, could hear her stomach growling. Although it was only a sound and not loud, Alsim, who had starved in Stalingrad, was extremely familiar with this sound and knew it at once. This sound, which symbolized the hard days that he could never forget, was really unforgettable for the rest of his life.

"I, I can't leave here. I promised Shulk that I would wait for him to come back. He was called up to fight on the front line. He promised to come back alive to marry me. If I leave here, I will never find him again. He will get lost and can't find me. I can't leave."

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The little soldier who was slightly surprised by the words quickly came to his senses and told the truth, but he shrank the biscuit in his hand and didn't give it out directly.

The girl named Hannah certainly didn't dare to reach out to grab it. She knew that these Russian men were holding things called "guns" that could kill people, just like the boy she had secretly engaged to leave her with this thing in his hand.

"Comrade company commander, her husband is a fascist soldier who was called up to fight the Red Army on the front line. She said she wanted to stay here and wait for him to come back, so she didn't leave."

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