Chapter 2252: Just Step on the Accelerator

Chapter 2257?? Just step on the accelerator

Ivushkin, who realized that Malashenko was giving him a lesson, nodded. As for how much he could understand, it depended on his comprehension. In short, Malashenko had explained everything he could say and point out. Google Search Reading

This "Malashenko's Little Class" specially opened for Ivushkin was just an episode. The highlight was of course the upcoming battle under high-speed assault and rapid penetration.

It really fulfilled the saying that "the German rear defense was seriously empty". Malashenko led his troops to maneuver across the country and penetrate at high speed. Not to mention the large-scale and organized German troops that came to block and intercept, even the small German stragglers and fleeing troops were not seen at all. Instead, they encountered German refugees who fled from nowhere.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just asking about the situation, and I'll let you go after that. Where are you from and where are you going? Have you seen any troops along the way, any troops other than ours?"

Based on the idea of ​​giving it a try and finding out is better than not finding out at all, Malashenko ordered a group of German refugees who were fleeing on the road to be stopped and asked for directions.

At the beginning, these German refugees, who were wearing ragged clothes and carrying bags, were obviously exhausted and shivering with cold after a long journey in the cold winter. Seeing such a large group of Soviet troops with tanks and large-barreled artillery vehicles surrounding them, it would be nonsense to say that they were not afraid. They were simply scared to death, fearing that they would suddenly encounter a disaster and die tragically in this icy and snowy land in the next second.

Fortunately, Malashenko, who looked "powerful" and tall and strong, was not so fierce. Instead, he spoke fluent German and held a cloth bag of food in his hand, patiently doing "equivalent exchange" with these fleeing German refugees.

You tell me the answer, and I'll give you food.

After the deal, we'll go our separate ways. Where you want to go has nothing to do with me. My troops won't stop for refugees like you whose value is almost zero. You're not in a hurry, but I am. Who has time to waste with you?

After understanding the situation, the more courageous German refugees were not as scared as they were at the beginning. Instead, they mustered up their courage and took the initiative to approach and started chatting with this tall and strong Russian officer who looked of high status, but whose clothes were so shabby and simple that he didn't look like a high-ranking official. There was still fear and awe in their words.

"There is no army. We didn't see any army."

"We fled from the south to the north, Mr. Officer. We live in the village below. We don't have any valuables. We only brought some food and warm clothes. We plan to go north to avoid the war. We heard that Königsberg is very safe and has not been affected by the war. There is food supply and living security. We plan to go there."

"

The man who spoke was carrying a little girl, about seven years old, on his back. Judging from the age difference, the man might be the girl's father or uncle. In this chaotic era, it is relatively possible that only relatives will not abandon their relatives.

There is no need for strangers to bring such a burden with no vitality on the road. If things go wrong, you may even lose your life.

Malashenko could see that the little girl's head was drooping on the man's shoulder, and the man put his hands behind his back and held the little girl so that she wouldn't fall.

It was obvious that the child was in a bad condition. Even if she wasn't seriously ill, she was at least so weak that she had to be carried and held by two hands. Even at this point, she didn't throw away the child who was actually a burden.

At least from a man's perspective, without considering other factors of the struggle between the enemy and us, Malashenko still admired the man in front of him. It was rare that he didn't abandon his responsibility even at this point.

"Are you sure you didn't see any troops? Germans, Soviets, didn't you? It doesn't matter what the facts are, I just want to hear the facts, you can tell me more in detail."

Malashenko confirmed the situation for the last time, and the man with the little girl on his back continued to speak patiently.

"I really didn't see any troops, Mr. Officer. We are all civilians. It is impossible for all of us to have the same story. You can ask anyone else. I promise I am not lying to you. "

"We barely spent the night in the snow last night leaning on a carriage. It snowed all night. One person didn't survive and froze to death in the snow. This morning we ate some dry food and continued on our way. Whether it was the day before yesterday, yesterday, or today, until we met you, we had never seen any other army, not even those stormtroopers with guns. All along the way, there was white snow, and we were the only living creatures that could move. "

Malachenko kept staring at the man's eyes, never moving his sight away when he spoke.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, which is an abstract description, but most people in this world cannot keep their eyes from wandering when they lie, which represents the inner anxiety and panic of a person when lying, and they are trying to weave more rigorous lies so as not to be discovered.

Malachenko could not see any flaws in the man's eyes. He kept concentrating on keeping eye contact with Malachenko. If he explained the facts he saw with his own eyes, there was no need to hide or be flustered. Malachenko, who had no more time to waste, had actually made a decision.

"I understand, take these things and decide whether to share them with others or keep them to yourself. I hope you can reach your destination safely."

Malashenko, who did not say any words of thanks, left something behind and handed the heavy coarse cloth bag to the man's hand. It contained some captured German cans, biscuits, buns, and even rations. Cigarettes, if used properly, this small cloth bag is enough to sustain the energy needs of an adult male for at least three days.

The German army's supplies were handed over to the fleeing German civilians. This was at least a better use than feeding food into the bellies of Nazi dogs.

Before turning around and leaving, Malashenko added a final word to the man who was still dazed while holding the bag.

"Give the little girl something to eat. There are chocolates in the bag."

Malashenko, who returned to the car again, ordered the troops to set off and move forward. Iushkin, who was lying outside the turret and saw the scene just now, was not in a hurry to ask about serious matters, but slowly and thoughtfully approached Malashenko. Open your mouth.

"You gave food to those German guys again, right?"

Malashenko neither said yes nor said no, but ended Iushkin's question with a casual answer.

"The German supplies that have been seized are too much to take away. It is better than throwing them away or feeding them into the belly of Nazi dogs. Besides, I also know the information I want to know. The situation is basically consistent with what I judged. The surrounding area of ​​Fort Nordenburg The German mobile field force, which no longer has an organized force, now only needs to step on the accelerator and rush over. "

/book/2057/