Chapter 2628 Father and Son (Part 1)

After finishing one cigarette, Lieutenant Colonel Adam lit another one for himself, and Malashenko did the same. Just like many conversations between old men, the conversation was conducted in the air.

"This is the first time I smoked the cigarette issued by the Soviet army at the general level. The taste is really good, at least much better than the stuff in my pocket."

If you want to talk about the tobacco of the Soviet and German armies, then Comrade Lao Ma will not be sleepy, and it can even be said that he will be instantly excited.

"I'm not saying anything about cigarettes, but the stuff you Germans have is really bad."

"Look at the shitty tobacco you give to the soldiers. It tastes just like pulling a bunch of weeds and soaking them in horse manure overnight and rolling them up with paper. The Mahe tobacco we give to the soldiers is just more choking and strong, but your stuff is simply destroying people's will. I want to vomit after taking a puff. I won't want to take a second puff in my life."

"This is not about the matter, but about the person. It's not that I look down on you Germans or anything. But as a smoker, I really can't stand the terrible taste of that stuff. I'm serious."

Malachenko not only said it seriously, but also looked serious on his face, and he didn't look like he was lying at all.

Seeing Malachenko's expression, Lieutenant Colonel Adam, who was holding a cigarette in his hand, just smiled helplessly.

"No way, I don't know why it's so hard to smoke. Not to mention you, I don't like it myself."

"Well, that's more like it. It seems that you and I have finally found some common ground."

As he reached out to flick the ash, Malashenko looked towards the bedside table before he finished speaking.

It didn't matter if he didn't look at it, but when he looked at it, he suddenly found something incredible. Malashenko even thought at first that he was seeing things wrong.

The photo frame on the bedside table had at least one face that Malashenko felt familiar with.

Malashenko, who was interested, immediately reached out and took the photo frame in front of him to take a closer look. In the photo, a man wearing the uniform of a German Air Force officer was taking a photo with a teenager. Not only did the two look similar, but their smiles were almost the same. It was the face of the teenager in the photo that made Malashenko feel unusually familiar.

"Is this Freeman?"

Malashenko's tone was a little uncertain. It seemed that the photo was not taken recently, but a while ago, at least two or three years ago. In addition, black and white photos of this era are blurry, so it is still difficult to draw a definite conclusion at a glance.

But it doesn't matter, because Malashenko's uncertain question was quickly answered by Lieutenant Colonel Adam who was sitting on the head of the bed.

"Well, that was Freeman in college. It was taken before he graduated from the University of Berlin. His father came back from the front to celebrate his graduation. If I remember correctly, it should be two years ago.

"His father? Do you mean that the man in the photo is his father?"

Although he didn't answer directly, Malashenko found a positive answer in Adam's eyes.

Perhaps seeing Malashenko's interest in this, Adam, who knew more details about it, continued.

"The commander of the 17th Ground Attack Wing of the German Air Force, Colonel Stauffenhot."

"Hoth is a celebrity on our street. He is also the first of his peers living on this street to become a wing commander and the first to be promoted to colonel. ”

“From 1941 to 1943, he commanded operations on the Eastern Front and was promoted to the rank of wing commander for his meritorious service in commanding operations. At the end of 1943, he was forced to return home to rest due to heavy losses. The Battle of Kursk had severely damaged their vitality. When they had basically rested and received additional equipment in 1944, the Americans and the British attacked from the west again. ”

“Hoth was sent to the Western Front to lead his boys to resist the Allies. But as he told me in his letter, everyone underestimated the Americans' air combat capabilities. Their fighters were powerful, powerful, and more numerous than mosquitoes. In the words of the Americans themselves, our fighters were chased by them in the sky like Thanksgiving turkeys. ”

“Hoth's troops suffered heavy losses, but the orders to attack continued. The Allied advance on the ground was very fierce. If he wanted to hold on, he had to provide air support for the ground troops. He had no choice. "

"At first, he was at the airport to see off his guys, then he was seeing off his deputy commander, and when he finally took off, there was no one to see him off. But he still decided to go, saying that this was a kind of transmission, and there was no reason to let this transmission be interrupted in his hands, and this was not a reason to be afraid of war."

""

Adam did not continue to speak, Malashenko could already roughly guess the subsequent results.

"So, he was handed over to those Allied forces?"

"Well, the Americans' latest fighter ambushed his Stuka. What was that fighter called? Let me think."

"Is it called "Mustang"? "

Malashenko suddenly interrupted, and Lieutenant Colonel Adam, who was thinking carefully, slapped his head.

"Yes, that's what it's called! P-51 "Mustang" fighter! It is said that this fighter is very powerful, much more powerful than those big and clumsy P-47 "Thunderbolt"! Many famous German Air Force pilots died under the attack of this fighter, and Hoth, well, he was just one of them. "

"Well"

After hearing Adam's answer confirm his guess, Malashenko immediately looked down at the photo frame in his hand, as if what happened afterwards was not so unpredictable.

"So, Freeman went to the army to avenge his father?"

Malashenko felt that this was a matter of course, and it was obvious in front of him, so he didn't even have to think about it.

However, Malashenko was completely wrong this time.

"It's not what you think, there are actually other reasons."

"How can I tell you? Let me think about it, it should be said that Freeman has had a bad relationship with his father since he was a child. All of us old friends who have a good relationship with Hott know it."

"Freeman's mother died of dystocia when she gave birth to him, and Hott was so focused on the plane that he stayed in the army all day and rarely went home. Freeman grew up with his grandparents. He didn't get maternal love or paternal love since he was a child. Poor child."

"The good news is that Freeman is very obedient and very motivated. Even without parental guidance, he still relied on his own ability, without asking for help or relying on connections, and was admitted to the top Berlin University. I still remember that old guy Hott was so happy when he heard the news. He usually didn't drink at all, and he hadn't had a drink with us old friends since his wife died. "

"What about the night he found out that his son was admitted to the top university in Germany? The old guy took a leave of absence to come back to celebrate for his son, and got drunk with us old friends, crawling all over the floor and finally sleeping on the stairs. I still remember it now."