Chapter 2624 War and the Old Man (Part 1)

In troubled times, human life is as cheap as a dog, but even the cheapest human life can be divided into different levels, right?

Children may be captured in troubled times and trained as future professional killers or humanoid self-propelled war machines with blood and flesh, so they are not the most miserable and cheap, and there is still a good room for appreciation and utilization value.

As for the elderly, for some people who only have "valuable" and "worthless" in their eyes, they are really worthless and have no utilization value at all. Living under their hands will waste food and resources.

Malashenko rarely meets the elderly in war, especially the elderly from the opponent's family and on the enemy's side.

I remember the last time I met the elderly and was impressed by them, it should be in East Prussia.

A few old women and old men who can't make a living, picking up garbage in the ruins, the oldest and most vulnerable scavengers, can't even beat a half-man-tall child. In such a chaotic world, being able to survive is the "hell-level" difficulty they face.

It can't be said to be sympathy, but it can't be said to be resentful either.

Malashenko is neither the Virgin Mary nor a fierce god, and can distinguish between good and evil. Those old people are just one of the victims of the collateral damage of this war, at least most of them are.

Malashenko also learned from the words of the old woman at the stairs that the young German soldier next to him was called Freeman. It sounds like the name of a German player in the future world?

I don’t remember it very clearly, I can only say that I have a vague impression.

After all, Malashenko is not a fan of his own football. When he mentions football, his first reaction is always the classic "classic chant"

"Fuck! Give me back!!!"

Signaling his soldiers to be properly vigilant, but there is no need to point the seven or eight black gun muzzles at the old woman again. Firearms don’t have eyes. No one can guarantee that your gun will not suddenly fire in the next second, especially when the safety is released.

He took his men up the stairs and came to the second floor. When he got closer, the old lady who looked quite kind was still standing at the stairs. She stood there quietly without panic or fear. She spoke before the surprised Malashenko could say anything.

"Hello, Mr. Soviet officer, thank you for bringing my grandson back. Welcome to my home."

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This old woman didn't seem to be afraid of him at all, let alone the soldiers under her. She didn't have the kind of panic that ordinary people would have when they saw enemy soldiers standing in front of them. Malashenko, who was increasingly surprised, couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Maybe I'm being presumptuous, old man, but you don't look like you're afraid of us enemies at all. Do you have any reason? Hmm?"

Malashenko couldn't find a reason to speak ill of the old man, or even to use violence against him.

Since they were not enemies of each other, Malashenko preferred to treat people equally. It was not a good habit to look at people with tinted glasses.

"I am just an old woman who lives alone. I am very satisfied with my life. You can bring my grandson back. At least you are willing to be reasonable. This is what I see, isn't it? Mr. Officer."

""

The old woman didn't know what the rank of Malashenko was. Comrade Ma was dressed without any rank insignia. Even if he was placed in the entire Red Army sequence, he would definitely be an outlier.

The old woman simply determined that the tallest man in front of her was the one who had the final say among the group of Soviet soldiers and the expressions of others, and it was reasonable to call him Mr. Officer.

Although he was a little surprised by the series of conversations with the old woman, fortunately, Malashenko had not forgotten the ultimate purpose of his trip: to find someone.

The short episode was turned over, and Malashenko, who came with a purpose, quickly continued to speak.

"Old man, my soldiers and I came here to find..."

"Oh, I know, you are here to find Adam, right? I bandaged him. Fortunately, I didn't forget my skills when I was young. The wound has stopped temporarily, but he is very weak and needs to rest. Are you going to take him away now? Will it embarrass him?"

The old woman with white hair and a hunched back still had the same kind expression on her face. Malashenko was embarrassed to speak ill of her, and immediately ordered the rough men under his command, who definitely had more muscles than brains in their heads, to search on the spot. It would be good if they didn't turn the old woman's family upside down.

What kind of thing is it to smash an old woman's house to pieces? What did the Nazis not do? That's definitely not possible. I, Malashenko, still have face.

Malashenko, who was a little helpless, could only continue to speak patiently.

"I can decide this after I meet him. If things go well, we won't make it too difficult for him. I promise."

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Alsim wanted to say something. He felt a little uncomfortable with this scene. It was not that he was unhappy, but that it was awkward. This was completely different from Alsim's usual style. Alsim would just search his mother and not bother with the old German woman's nagging.

But the division commander is the division commander, and he is the one whom Alsim respects the most. Even if the hot-tempered old man is absolutely uncomfortable, he has to endure it honestly. Even if Malashenko does not give orders, he dare not act rashly.

The evaluation of the division commander in his heart is something that cannot be seen or touched, but it happens to be what Alsim, a rough man, cares about the most. Do you think this is strange?

"Okay, I understand. He is over here. I will take you there."

According to the standard of "old trees have many roots and old people have many words", the old woman in front of him is actually quite neat and straightforward. Fortunately, Malashenko, who is lucky that he is still lucky, followed the old woman's steps, along with his fully armed soldiers.

Following the small corridor on the second floor to the end, it looks like a bedroom.

Malashenko could guess that the German commander named Adam might not be in a good mood for him. It is always applicable to be lenient with the enemy. You should not and cannot think of the enemy in a direction that is beneficial to you. This is a basic principle.

Just as Malashenko expected, the first thing he saw after entering the room was a raised pistol pointing at him with a black muzzle.