Chapter 2623: Hiding Place

The decoration inside the house is just like the exterior decoration of the small building. It looks very old, just like people who have aged.

The wooden furniture that is definitely old is neatly displayed in the house. The old sofa and the carpet underneath do not look like new products.

The cabinet pendulum against the wall in a corner of the house is still moving normally. The appearance and style are not at all related to the word "new". Not far away from it is a foot-operated sewing machine. This thing is probably the only thing in the whole first floor that looks like it was produced and purchased within the past ten years.

"This house is too old. It feels older than my father."

Ivushkin was not present, and Arsim, the old soldier, became the "complaint leader".

Malashenko on the side also felt the same way. In the German capital, which is developing at a rapid pace, it is a bit strange to see such a small building that is "very old" inside and out. If we really want to talk about what is reasonable, Malashenko thinks that moving this small building to a small town outside Berlin would be "more appropriate".

"Is the owner of this house still here?"

Malashenko took the initiative to ask. The neatly arranged decorations did not look like they had been broken into by external forces, and there was no trace of rummaging through boxes and cabinets or trying to defend the house. If there were ambushes by the Germans, it would be impossible, at least Malashenko thought the probability was close to zero.

The haste of the raid made it impossible for the Germans to set up an ambush in such a neat house. They didn't even have time to run away, so how could they have the time?

So Malashenko asked if the owner of this small building was still here. If it had not been requisitioned by the Nazis, then the possibility that the owner of the house was still here was actually quite high.

"This is actually, it is"

For some reason, the young German soldier who was still articulate just now suddenly stuttered at this time, as if he was hesitant to speak or didn't know how to say something, or maybe he was hesitant.

Malashenko frowned slightly and was about to say "Don't waste time, just say anything", and Alsim, who saw that the division commander's face was not good, also planned to give this ungrateful German brat a little color at any time, and didn't mind playing the "black face" at all.

But at this moment, no one expected that behind the German soldier facing Malashenko and with his back to the stairs, an old and soft voice suddenly came.

"Freeman, are you back? Child."

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The young German soldier said nothing, just stunned, and when everyone around him hadn't reacted yet, he immediately looked back at lightning speed and raised his head to look above the stairs.

"Grandma! It's dangerous here, please go back! Let me handle it!"

"What? Grandma???"

This short conversation between the old and the young made our old comrade Ma unable to handle it on the spot.

Looking up in the direction of the old voice, Malashenko found that the person standing at the stairs was an old lady with gray hair and a hunched back.

The old lady held the handrail of the stairs with both hands and hid half of her body behind it. She seemed a little scared, but finally decided to lean out and tentatively ask questions.

Malashenko, who was born as a gunner, has outstanding eyesight. Even if he stood far away at the bottom of the stairs, Malashenko could easily read the look of "worry and anxiety" from the old lady's eyes and facial expressions.

And there was another familiar feeling in that look. Even after crossing into this strange world, Malashenko could often feel it in his daily communication with the political commissar.

Malashenko was very sure that the feeling should be called "care from elders", or care, love, whatever, it was just a general meaning.

Of course, this feeling and that look were not directed at him. Malashenko could definitely find the ultimate target of the undisguised emotion - the young German soldier standing not far from him.

"Good fellow! So this place is his grandparents' home?"

Malashenko didn't quite believe it, and even felt that it seemed a little unbelievable.

In this day and age, there are really fools who don't let their families hide, but instead lead the enemy and danger to their home? Could this German brat who is still wet behind the ears be a "filial son"?

The matter is indeed a bit complicated, and Malashenko just thought about it casually, and didn't quite understand the situation.

But the young German soldier next to him turned around and spoke repeatedly.

"Please don't make things difficult for that old man, please!"

"This is actually my grandparents' home. I am a native of Berlin, and the defense zone I am stationed in is the area where my grandparents live."

"And I didn't lie to you. I told you the truth, both before and now. I really had no other choice but to bring Captain Adam to my grandparents' home. The place where he was injured and fell was very dangerous. I looked around and found that the doors of other houses were either closed or in the midst of a firefight. There were bullets flying and explosions everywhere on the streets."

"I have the key to my grandparents' house. My grandma gave it to me when I was stationed on this street so that I could go home and rest at night. I had no choice but to bring Captain Adam back here. I carried him to the second floor and wiped off the blood on the floor before leaving. I wanted to hide him, but I was more worried that he would die. I don't know how to treat his wounds."

"I I"

The young man seemed to want to say something, and he could clearly feel this.

However, it seems that he is so anxious that he can't even speak. It would only waste time to make him anxious. The information he just received is enough for Malashenko to understand the situation and basically choose to believe him.

You ask why he believes?

Of course, it's because this kid can't even lie. No matter how good a liar is, he can't hide his eyes. He will always reveal some flaws, it's just a matter of how much. Especially for a kid who has no scheming at all, he can't even hide his eyes, and it's all on his face.

If Malashenko can't even recognize people, then he shouldn't be a division commander. He should retire early and go home to have sex with Natalia.

"Then you rushed to find me, is that right?"

Malashenko nodded with an impatient look, and finally glanced at the young German soldier and smiled.

"Don't worry, the promise remains unchanged. And there is an additional promise that your family will be safe."