Chapter 2573: Children's Words

"Shot, where are you going?! Don't go out, come back quickly!!!"

"Sukka! Where did this brat come from? Get him away! Stop, I said stop, that woman! And this child! Don't get any closer, stop!"

"Please don't shoot! Don't hurt him, don't hurt my child! Please don't hurt him, he's just a child!"

A sudden and unexpected encounter, a child pushed open the door of a house on the street and rushed out, like an anxious little tiger. The child's mother, at least the first impression should be the child's mother, rushed out of the house and tried to hold her child, but she didn't expect that she was still a step too late.

When this ragged woman in her early thirties rushed out of the door, she and her child were faced with a whole team of Russian soldiers armed with live ammunition and fully armed. The shiny bayonet and the black muzzle of the gun were all facing the mother and daughter. The terrified mother was too scared to move, just hugged her child tightly and squatted on the ground, shaking non-stop.

And the child?

He looked less than ten years old, but he was not as scared as his mother, or he didn't know how to be scared at all.

The child probably didn't even know what the fate and feeling would be if he was shot by a gun. He just looked at the soldiers in front of him who had the same skin color as him and looked slightly different pointing guns at him and his mother, and blurted out his childish words before everyone else spoke.

"Excuse me, are you Red Army?"

"Shot, shut up, kid! Don't talk, mom will take you home later, be obedient and don't talk."

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"Put down all the guns, this child doesn't even know what the guns in your hands are for, can't you see it?"

Before the woman finished speaking, Malashenko's voice sounded.

The soldiers responsible for protecting him were all the "personal soldiers" around Kurbalov, soldiers of the brigade guard force of the first heavy composite brigade, and naturally they were the best soldiers with the best tactical qualities and military skills.

It was normal to have such a reaction as if facing a great enemy in an emergency. The soldiers just did what they should do. Malashenko did not mean to blame them, but just told his soldiers not to use this method to do things.

Malashenko, who still held the cigarette butt in his hand, stepped forward and passed through the crowd. He used his body to cross the middle and separated the woman and the child from the division commander and the brigade commander with his flesh and blood. The soldiers also automatically stepped aside and made two positions.

The child, who still had no fear in his eyes, saw the figure immediately afterwards. The figure was so tall that he had never seen such a tall figure since he could remember.

"Child, you just said you were looking for the Red Army, right?"

Flicking the burnt cigarette butt casually, Malashenko, who was interested, stood there and started chatting with the child.

It looked like he didn't treat the child as a child at all, but talked to him like an adult. The child didn't show any fear and then spoke.

"Yes, I want to find the Red Army, but my mother won't let me. But I still decided to find it. Only the Red Army can help me."

"Shot, what are you talking about!? Didn't I ask you to stop talking? How can you be so..."

"Don't be afraid."

Malashenko's sudden words interrupted the panicked words of the woman. The woman who was interrupted by a fluent German that didn't sound awkward was also stunned on the spot. She didn't dare to continue talking, but looked at Malashenko timidly with fearful eyes and peripheral vision.

Malashenko recognized this look.

Since arriving in the German territory, I have been familiar with and frequently encountered this kind of look, just like the look of "this fucking idiot is really good at bargaining" that I see when I go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables and bargain with the vegetable vendors every day. Basically, I can see it everywhere, and most of the time.

It is different from the meaningless "living dead" analyzed by the political commissar, "maybe he is not pursuing life, but just because he is not dead, he is alive."

Malashenko knows very well that the woman in front of him must have a reason to live. No matter what methods and means she uses, she will do her best and fight for everything she has. If not for anything else, it is for the child in her arms. The child is the reason why she must live in this chaotic world.

People often cannot leave because they have concerns in life, and this is the same no matter where they go.

Seeing this, Malashenko did not continue to say anything after being interrupted. He just took a step forward and came to the woman. He did not look down on her but slowly squatted down and tried to keep his eyes level with her. Then he took his hand out of his pocket and spoke slowly.

"Take it. I don't have much with me. Just consider it a little gift. Let me talk to the child. We won't hurt you. Don't believe those Nazi rumors. You and your child must be starving, right? Don't worry, it's not searched from your German soldiers. This is a genuine American product, and it's a high-end product for officers. If you don't believe me, I'll try it for you."

Looking at the Russian man in front of her taking a bite and chewing it with relish, the woman who really hadn't had a proper meal for several days couldn't refuse. She could only try to take the whole piece of chocolate that had not been opened and the other piece that Malashenko had bitten a little with trembling hands.

After taking it, she continued to look at Malashenko with fear, but not as fearful as before. After making sure that the man in front of her did not show any abnormal signs of anger or rage, and was still smiling, the woman dared to carefully put the two heavy bags of chocolate into her pocket.

"Thank you, sir. My name is Hannah, and you speak German very well. This is my son, his name is Schott, he is only eight years old, please forgive me if there is any offense..."

Malashenko, who had no obvious military rank insignia on his body, and was just wearing an ordinary tank soldier's fireproof combat uniform and a tank cap, did not care how the woman called him. He just waved his hand casually to interrupt the woman's hesitant words and spoke.

"Children's words are innocent, aren't they?"

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The woman didn't know how to answer Malashenko's question for a while, and was stunned by the question and didn't know how to start.

Malashenko took the initiative. He first reached out and stroked the head of the chubby and cute little boy in the woman's arms, and then smiled and asked.

"Tell me, kid, why do you want to find the Red Army? I'm listening carefully."

"Because my father was captured by black dogs, my uncle said that the Red Army can defeat those black dogs. Can I ask you to rescue my father? He will bake delicious bread and cakes, and will definitely repay you."