Chapter 2201 You Should Cherish Your Life

Chapter 2206 You should cherish life

"Machine gun cover! Infantry press up, quick, quick, quick!"

This was a group of lightly-armed German infantrymen without any heavy firepower weapons in their hands, except for the 251 artillery car that had been turned into torch scrap metal and had lost its meaning.

For such a group of novice opponents who no matter how you look at them, Alsim, who knew he was pressed for time, was too lazy to write anything. After getting off the infantry tank, he raised his hand to greet them. Next to them were soldiers who had just gotten out of the car. Well, some of them jumped out of the car. After all, the infantry fighting vehicle was not enough, so we had to use human flesh as a plug-in. They were just under the cover of the direct-aiming machine gun fire of the infantry fighting vehicle. Get in the faces of the remaining German soldiers.

First, they were bombed by tanks and then by machine guns.

The remnants of the German army, who had suffered heavy casualties after being washed away by heavy fire, had just recovered and finally ran to the reverse slope of the road on the other side of the dirt road, using it as a bunker to prepare for the battle. Then the third round of attacks came. Face fire: Assault rifle fire and grenade greeting.

After all the vehicles on the road have turned into blazing steel torches and there is no way to hide anymore, the reverse slope of the roadside is the last place that can be used as a bunker. There is no place to hide except here.

That is to say, under such circumstances, the grenades thrown by the parabolic ballistics experts continued to fall to the side, and the remnants of the German soldiers who were not human inside and outside could not hide or not hide. If you leave the road and jump out along the reverse slope in order to avoid the grenade, you will only be beaten into a sieve under the fierce attack of the assault rifle, and you may die even worse.

A situation like this only lasted less than half a minute. When Alsim took off the third lemon grenade from the plate armor inlaid with a row of hanging rings for hanging things, held it in his hand and prepared to pull the ring. At that moment, several more things were suddenly thrown out from behind the reverse slope of the roadside at the same time.

"Stop fighting! We surrender, the guns have been thrown out!"

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After a quick look, he realized that the thing thrown out was a German gun of different lengths. He temporarily put the grenade without a ring back into his pocket, and Alsim, who continued to aim the gun and stay alert, shouted immediately.

"What are those Germans talking about?"

"They want to surrender and say they have thrown out their guns, comrade commander."

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Hearing the reply from his comrade next to him, he estimated that the Germans should be defeated. Alsim, who considered the issue of "cherishing life", was not surprised and spoke immediately.

"Let them get out, all of them! Raise your hands above your head and surrender your guns without killing!"

The soldier who knew German repeated Alsim's words, and the screams worked. The remnant German soldiers who were in shock, but had no guns in their hands and raised them above their heads, one by one, all poured out of bamboo tubes like beans. Rolled out from behind the anti-slope bunker.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot! We surrender, really surrender!"

Perhaps they were frightened by the fierce and violent blow just now. Even though they were promised to "hand over their guns and not kill", these few dozen or less twenty surrendered German troops were still scared to death. Looking at the Red Army soldiers around him, they couldn't help but tremble in their voices and even their bodies. This was a bit too cowardly, which made Alsim, who was originally stern-faced, amused.

"The German scouts are already at this level? It's really unexpected."

Before Alsim could speak, the platoon leader beside him had already complained.

In my impression, the German scouts who dared to fight close night battles with the Red Army in Stalingrad and were not afraid of death were not this cowardly. He always fights tough attacks and hasn't fought against German scouts for a long time. He really didn't expect that Shibie would not be impressed after three days, but instead stretched his hips to look like this. He really overestimated his opponent.

"Otherwise? What do you expect from them after almost 45 years? The Germans who can compete with us are almost dead long ago. They are not the SS, so they naturally know how to cherish life."

"You're right, actually."

Whether it's an accident or a complaint, in short, this short battle in which the hero wins on a narrow road is over. Now it's time to do other things that should be done.

Alsim wanted to capture them alive, not out of unnecessary feelings such as pity for the Germans. What does the life and death of these Fascists have to do with me? Alsim even wished that Fahis would die overnight, so that the war would end tomorrow.

At least a few people had to be left alive, and there was only one simple reason: Alsim wanted to ask questions.

"Name, unit number! Where is your main force now?"

As usual, the little soldier holding an SVT40 semi-automatic rifle was the translator. Alsim was standing next to the Lightning Opel truck that had almost been burned into an empty shell, questioning the German prisoners who had just been escorted by the soldiers.

"Sorry, Mr. Officer, I have no authority to disclose military secrets."

The little soldier truthfully relayed it to Alsim's translator, but before the little soldier could finish what the translator said, Alsim, who had already understood the basic meaning, raised his hand impatiently and fired.

boom--

"Uhhh!!!"

The German prisoner who was shot in the thigh screamed and fell to the ground, holding the wound in his hand. His entire face was distorted and full of pain.

Alsim, with the muzzle of the Tokarev TT33 pistol still smoking, squatted straight down and spoke again to the prisoner who was knocked down by his gun while still holding the gun.

"I won't shoot you to death with one shot. Of course, I will avoid your right leg artery and just break your bones. But the blood loss and hypothermia are enough to make you die in this icy and snowy place, slowly and painfully in despair."

"Life is counting down, lieutenant. Tell me the answer I want to know. There is a medical kit in my car. The choice is yours. Even if you don't tell me, I believe your soldiers will be willing to cooperate. But I think since you surrender, you need to cherish your life, don't you?"

This is the last "good word" that Alsim can say to the second lieutenant prisoner. If he doesn't listen to the advice, it is predictable.

Listening to the words being relayed and translated, the German second lieutenant, who was unwilling and obviously had gone through a psychological game, finally spoke again while still holding his wound tightly with both hands.

"Det Alfred, second lieutenant of the 219th Infantry Division's reconnaissance company, has been ordered to lead a team to conduct reconnaissance."

"The main force of the division is about five kilometers to the south. I don't know the exact location. The last contact was when we stopped fifteen minutes ago. That's all I know. It's time for you to keep your promise."