Chapter 2514 Comrade Commander Under the Car

The Germans surrendered. Less than five minutes after Malashenko thought it was time to end the war, the first German lieutenant, holding his hands high and a small white flag in his right hand, finally walked out of the trench.

"Please don't fire. We surrender! No more fighting, no more fighting! We have laid down our weapons and pose no threat to your army. Please allow us to surrender according to the standards for prisoners of war."

A lieutenant holding a white flag walked out first, followed by German soldiers who also raised their hands high and lined up to appear on the battlefield.

Although the distance was not too close, it could even be said to be quite far away.

But Malashenko could still clearly see from his tank commander's periscope that the state of those Germans could only be described as "almost inhuman". Just walking out of the trenches, one by one, they looked like zombies.

Except for the first few German soldiers who looked okay, they were probably close to the lieutenant who surrendered.

The rest were the ordinary soldiers who occupied the absolute majority at the back of the team.

It cannot be said that each of them was on his last gasp, but they were definitely not far from death.

One had layers of bandages on his head and lived like a dumpling, and the other had a cane in his hand and a plaster cast on his foot, limping and jumping. What's worse, one even lost both arms. I don't know how he survived, and he walked out with the help of two lightly injured people beside him.

One by one, they were all disheveled, bloodstained, dejected, and even staggered when they walked.

In Malashenko's opinion, this didn't look like an army at all, and there was no trace of the arrogance and arrogance when they blitzed all of Europe and launched Operation Barbarossa.

Malashenko really felt that the group of people in front of him were more like a team of miners who had just escaped from a mine disaster after a near-death experience, the kind who dug coal by hand in the mine.

"Damn, this group of people is still blocking us? That's ridiculous, isn't it?"

With the high-magnification scope in his hand, he can see much more clearly than Malashenko. Iushkin didn't wait for Malashenko to speak, but just complained first. Malashenko also responded casually.

"That's because they were beaten like this. They wouldn't be like this if they pushed forward half an hour. If they weren't like this, they wouldn't give up the fight. These bastards just don't see the coffin."

"What don't see what? What did you just say???"

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Malashenko was speechless. He didn't intend to answer Iushkin's serious question, but just passed it over.

"Nothing, I need to get off the car. Iushkin, you take charge, and now you are the acting driver."

As soon as Malashenko said this, Iushkin immediately looked excited.

"Ha, it's finally my turn!"

"You are so proud! Don't give me blind orders, or I will resist your life!"

"Then I think you can try it. Anyway, I have nothing to lose, hehe.

Ignoring Ivushkin and Artyom's words, Malashenko, who picked up the microphone in his hand before getting off the car, spoke again.

"Attention all troops, the Germans have begun to surrender. It is not clear whether it is a large-scale organized surrender or a small number of individual acts. The commanders should pay attention to observation. Those who surrender can be taken in, and those who pretend to surrender or resist stubbornly will be killed on the spot immediately! I repeat, those who pretend to surrender or resist stubbornly will be killed on the spot! "

Malachenko has no time to play the game of patiently persuading the Germans to surrender.

The matter is actually very simple. If you surrender sincerely, I will accept it, but if you have any tricks, I will immediately shoot you into a pulp. I don't even have the qualifications to negotiate terms. The only way out for you Germans is to surrender. At this point, Malachenko never minds adding a few tons or even dozens of tons of corpses to the top of the Zelo Heights.

After giving the order and putting down the transmitter, Malachenko, who was about to push open the turret hatch on his head and go out, suddenly stopped.

Thinking that if he went straight out from the "tall and mighty" and conspicuous IS7 turret, if the Germans on the opposite side had a better shooting skill to shoot him, it would be really fucking dangerous. The battle was won and it was not worth taking this risk.

"Why are you back again? Aren't you going out? "

Seeing Malashenko, who had stood up from the commander's position, shrink back again, leave the commander's position, and jump from the turret basket to the floor of the vehicle, Iushkin, puzzled, immediately asked Malashenko.

"It's too dangerous up there, I'll go out from below. Remember to keep the radio open, I'll call you at any time if there is any situation, and be ready to drive to pick me up at any time."

"You have the final say."

After opening the escape hatch on the floor of the vehicle and crawling down, Malashenko came to the bottom of the IS7 vehicle body, lying on the ground between the two tracks, holding the folding stock short-barreled AK assault rifle thrown out of the car in his hand. He turned his head to signal Artyom, who was looking at him in the car, that he could close the door, and then began to crawl forward.

"Damn, the ground is full of bloody smell, it's choking"

"Wait, this is grass! "

Just after crawling out for less than two meters, Malashenko saw something that shocked him.

Under the left track of his beloved car was a "paper man" that had completely exploded and only had skin left. It was a dimensionality reduction from a three-dimensional state to a two-dimensional state.

Although he was a little surprised, Malashenko still chose to get closer to take a look.

Only then did he realize that the man who was crushed into a paper man by the 70-ton IS7 was a German. He looked like a junior officer. He was wearing black leather gloves for officers. The back half of the STG44 assault rifle that was rolled into the soil by the IS7's tracks was clearly visible. Judging from his outfit, he was probably an infantry platoon leader or company commander.

"Just stay in the soil, so you don't have to dig a pit to bury it. It just so happens that it can be used as fertilizer on the spot this spring."

Malachenko, who no longer went to the regular meeting with this "German paper man", continued to move forward and soon crawled out of the rear of the IS7 with his self-defense weapon.

The first thing he did after getting out of the rear of the vehicle was to open the folding buttstock, pull the bolt handle to load the bullet and stay alert. Malachenko couldn't remember when he last shot a rifle on the battlefield, but after all, he often went to the shooting range to practice shooting a few rounds when he was free. Comrade Division Commander was still very confident in his light weapons level and self-defense ability.

"Over there, the division commander is coming out! Quick, go up and protect the division commander, hurry up!"

What Malashenko didn't expect was that as soon as he got off the car, the hatches of the infantry fighting vehicles in the division's direct guard tank company that had not directly joined the battle immediately opened wide. The reaction was so fast that Malashenko even skipped the step of giving orders.

A large number of soldiers wearing bulletproof armor, holding assault rifles and new squad machine guns, led by the company commander, rushed towards Malashenko. This is also the only "plate armor assault team" in the entire division that is not affiliated with the combat engineering unit, and it is the last "infantry defense line" around Malashenko.

"Comrade division commander, why did you suddenly get out from under the car? Where are you going?"