Chapter 2831 Swinging the Sword Angrily, and Then Going Down in History

"I really didn't expect that the Germans would fight over such a trivial matter. I always thought that they could at least reach a consensus.

"You are wrong. People who are eager to die will not let those who want to live be satisfied. Nazis cannot escape this nature no matter when they die. They will drag those around them to be buried with them."

When night fell, the leader division, who had been busy all day, finally got a break.

A big hot lunch box of stewed pork and buckwheat rice is the best reward for a day's hard work. The satisfaction of appetite is a rare happy event in this era of material scarcity.

This includes Malashenko and Lavrinenko, who were eating together with their lunch boxes.

"Even if those Germans shot and killed their own people, they came to surrender. It seems that they still want to live. I just don't know how many Germans like this there are. I mean, the more the better. "Listening to Lavrinenko's incoherent words while chewing, Malashenko, who was also eating, just answered casually. "No matter how many, they only have the last time tonight. When tomorrow morning comes, the Germans who are still hesitant or simply don't want to leave don't need to care anymore, just pick up your weapons and kill them. Since you can't make a choice, you can't blame others, the opportunity and time have been given. Since the hard work that lasted for most of the day started in the evening, the siege teams of the leading divisions in various front-line contact lines in Berlin were surprised one after another. Those Germans who were expected to fight to the end, at least most of them, and the diehard Nazis in the stereotype, actually chose to lay down their weapons and surrender at this critical point when the final moment was approaching. Thanks to Malashenko's advance reminder, the Red Army soldiers who knew that there might be Germans coming to surrender did not shoot. Even when necessary, they took the initiative to help those enemies who were still fighting to the death just a few hours ago, and used firepower to cover them to withdraw these "enemies" to a safe place.

Why?

Because the firepower attacking these "enemies" came from behind them. Who would have believed that at this last moment of the Battle of Berlin, the wonderful drama of "Krafts fighting Krafts" began to appear on a large scale.

The Krafts who had finally escaped in front kept running, and the other group of Krafts who picked up weapons and started to fight in the back kept chasing.

"Cover! Fight the Krafts, fight the group of Krafts chasing people!"

After figuring out the general situation, the grassroots commanders in charge of command in various garrisons at the front immediately gave orders, and the Red Army soldiers who could distinguish which enemies needed to be fought and which enemies did not need to be fought for the time being immediately opened fire.

The rain of bullets pouring down from the commanding heights whistled in, and the various shells that came over the heads and faces blew the pursuers all over the streets.

Just the Russian "pregnant tank" lying in the middle of the road, the rapid-fire machine gun on the small tank that would vomit infantry, the crackling burst of fire was enough to scare the flesh-and-blood infantry away. In a sense, this was even more terrifying than the explosion of a large-caliber shell.

After all, even the explosion of a shell, no matter how powerful it was, only lasted for a moment, while the machine gun that kept firing was not resting at all.

In this situation, it was difficult to even protect oneself, let alone the pursuit of "hunting down fugitives". The German army was also quite sensible. Most of them retreated and ran away after losing a few to a dozen people.

And what about the leader division? There was no further forward combat order and no pursuit. Instead, the group of "fleeing enemies" that had just been rescued were brought over for questioning.

"Why are you being chased by your own people? What do you want to do by running here? Don't you know we are enemies?"

The three people who were questioning here had not finished their words when the unlucky guy who had been running all the way in front of him, who was already out of breath and barely had a life left, just spoke in a hurry.

"No more fighting, no more fighting! We are here to surrender, those stubborn idiots with brain problems won't let us."

"The Nazis want everyone to die, and they don't want us to live, so let's fight, and it's not a loss to fight for ourselves and be killed. We are here to surrender to you, and we believe that what Marshal Paulus said is true! Please treat us well, we are willing to cooperate in everything, and where is Marshal Paulus? Did he get off the plane?"

The answer is obvious. Paulus, a well-known figure in Germany because of Nazi propaganda, has been promoted. The propaganda power, coupled with various auxiliary means and the right time, has an actual effect that is more powerful than Malashenko expected.

This group of surrendered German soldiers who had fled all the way here made a mistake, and they still needed the Red Army's reminder.

"Your Marshal Paulus is not here, but General Malashenko is here."

"General Malashenko???"

The German deputy company commander who was "kindly reminded" was terrified, blinking his eyes and almost thinking that he had been tricked, and it was almost the same situation as jumping from a fire pit into a meat grinder with a group of brothers.

Fortunately, the "kind-hearted" Red Army company commander promptly eliminated his misunderstanding and clarified to him that at least what Paulus told them was not a lie, like the Nazis' deception.

"Don't worry, the "Iron Butcher" is also a Nazi lie. Our general comrade does not kill people indiscriminately, at least he does not kill the Germans who have surrendered voluntarily."

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Before the German deputy who surrendered with a surprised look on his face came to his senses, the Red Army commander, who had no time to continue talking here, clapped his hands and signaled loudly.

"Okay! The situation is explained here! When you arrive at the prisoner-of-war camp, everyone will have hot meals and hot water, so what are you waiting for? Hurry up and eat, or you won't even get to lick the pot if you're late."

Gululu-Gululu--

This group of German soldiers who had indeed been out of food for several days and had no meals every day, how could they resist the temptation of having a hot meal? Even if they knew it was a prisoner-of-war camp, they would go there without hesitation and happily, which was better than continuing to be fooled by the Nazis and going to a dead end.

Recalling the things that happened before dark, these "sudden surrender incidents" reported by the siege teams below, although different but similar.

Lavrinenko smiled and shook his head with some emotion, and his words to Malashenko were indeed full of joy and admiration.

"Your method is still good. Those Nazis have lost even the basic organizational ability and grassroots control. Your plan is implemented at the right time. Now we can save a lot of effort by pushing it to the city center, ha!"

Malashenko, who stirred the spoon in the lunch box and ate the last bite of rice, swallowed it and wiped his mouth casually, was also full of expectations for what was about to happen.

"The Capitol, this is our next goal!"

"Take it down and let the heroic name of the leader division be remembered forever! The story of the red hero wielding a long sword and slashing the dragon will surely go down in history!"