Chapter 2963 Deja Vu

"What's going on here? What's going on?"

They squeezed into the crowd with their guards and their own vehicle crews. The soldiers who were originally providing "humanistic care" to a few fallen Nazis turned around and realized that the comrade of the division commander was here.

While retreating in an orderly manner immediately, they still kept a close eye on those ungrateful dead dogs, lest they suddenly rise up and injure the comrade, the division commander.

Malashenko did not wait too long. The captain in charge of on-site command immediately stepped forward and took the initiative to report to the division commander what had just happened here.

"Originally we were escorting the prisoners, comrade division commander, everything was fine. We disarmed and searched these Nazis and escorted them down according to normal procedures."

"Unexpectedly, halfway through, a guy suddenly said that he couldn't walk anymore and his wound was bleeding. He begged us to treat his wound."

"I didn't agree on the spot. I just said I would check to see how the wound was."

"Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked up to him and was about to take off the clothes from his wound, an SS soldier next to me immediately pounced on him like a mad dog, held my hand down and bit him! The soldiers came over to help me, stunned It was the butt of a gun that opened the mouth of this bastard."

"The soldiers were angry and decided to teach this crazy dog ​​a lesson and teach him the principles of being a prisoner. But you came over not long after the start."

""

After listening to the story, Malashenko remained silent and glanced sideways at the SS soldiers who had been knocked to the ground and were still groaning in pain.

I found that the four people in this group were quite loyal. They were beaten and beaten by a whole class of Red Army soldiers, but they still hugged each other for warmth, covered their heads and protected each other.

It's nothing more than that the soldiers were fighting more and more vigorously and angrily. With you bastards biting people like a mad dog, was this a premeditated gang crime? If I don't punish you with even sitting, you really don't know how big the Red Army's Iron Fist is, right?

He confirmed that there was nothing unusual in the looks of the fallen SS soldiers looking at him, that is, the complex and contradictory looks of reluctance, hatred, and a little fear that were common to SS soldiers. It was no big deal.

Malashenko turned his gaze back and noticed that Comrade Lieutenant, who was caught off guard by a stray dog ​​bite, was still bleeding from the bite on his right hand, and it slipped all the way from the little finger to the middle finger and then dripped to the ground. , the injury is obviously not something that can be ignored.

"Go and take care of the wound. Be careful not to get infected. Your right hand is a soldier's most loyal comrade."

"Yes, Comrade Commander, then this is the place"

"Leave it to me here. Just come back to your team after you take care of your wounds. I'll be responsible for informing your superiors. Go ahead."

Malashenko had already said this. Comrade Captain obviously had no reason to hesitate anymore and immediately went to treat the wound according to the order of Comrade Division Commander without saying a word.

After all, if he was infected by the bacteria in the teeth of a Nazi mad dog and his right hand was scrapped, his career as a soldier carrying a gun and fighting in wars would probably be over. He couldn't afford such a loss.

Watching the comrade captain leave, he ran to the nearby health worker to treat the wound first. Only then did Malashenko have time to turn around and quietly face the four SS soldiers who were "beaten into a huddle" on the ground. Open your mouth.

"Take out your name, unit number and position, as well as your ID."

""

The group of SS soldiers on the ground did not reply and responded with silence. Malashenko, who frowned, believed that these Nazis were deliberately looking for trouble.

You must know that your dressing up today is different from the past. At dawn in the morning, in order to attend the pre-war dress-up and award ceremony, you can't still dress up in the "default skin" that is in tatters and looks like a beggar. It’s inappropriate after all, isn’t it?

I had no choice but to dig out the new tank corps major general uniform from my marching bag and put it on.

After the ceremony, it was time to head to the battlefield and prepare for a killing spree. Malashenko, who had no time to change his clothes, simply got into the tank wearing the regular uniform of a major general and commanded the troops to enter the battlefield until the battle was won. The present now.

In other words, the few nags on the ground are not ignorant of Taishan, but they are helplessly watching a Red Army major general standing in front of them, and they are still pretending to be a meathead without saying a word.

It seemed that the beating just now was not enough, and the combination of fists and kicks with a gun butt was not enough to remember.

"Ah--"

Malashenko raised his lips and sneered. He had no time and no need to spend time here to continue spending time with these unscrupulous SS scum.

As long as these people are "marked", "professionals" will naturally serve them after they are escorted. If they don't do it themselves, these idiots will definitely pay the due price for their stupid behavior.

Thinking of this, Malashenko had lost interest in continuing to do anything. Just when he was about to give an order to say something, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that one of the four SS soldiers was saying something like this from beginning to end. He just kept staring at him with an indescribable look that made him feel uncomfortable just by being looked at.

""

He paused his intention to give an order and turned back again. Malashenko, who was looking into the eyes of the man, suddenly frowned. The details that he had not noticed just now suddenly came to his mind like a tide. He stood there for more than ten seconds without saying a word.

"We have met before, right?"

"In a small village in Russia in 1941, remember? An armored confrontation, a duel between the Type 3 assault gun, the Type 3 tank and the T34. The distance between us when we first met should be much farther than now."

""

Malashenko has not forgotten what happened in 1941 to this day, and has not forgotten the familiar face that matched the content of some old photos in his past life memories in his later memories.

Malashenko has never forgotten that face from beginning to end. He is sure that he must not have seen it wrong, and he has repeatedly confirmed it by comparing it with his memory. He just didn't expect to meet the person with this face again here.

After all, according to the timeline of the existing history, the person with this face should have died by now, with the grass on his grave two feet high.

But now, he appeared here, alive and well in front of him.

This somewhat increased Malashenko's interest, and he felt some inexplicable "special surprise" for the time being.

"It's really you! I remembered correctly, it turns out that the commander of the No. 177 car at that time was you! The notorious "Captain of Stalin's Guard" and "Iron Butcher" Malashenko!"

"Ha!"

I didn't expect that he was recognized by the other party. Malashenko, who was really surprised, smiled calmly, squatted on the ground quietly and looked at the other party at eye level.

After confirming that this look was exactly the same as the feeling in the old black and white photo, there was no mistake, and then the words slowly opened.

"It's really better to see it once than to hear it a hundred times, the top armored ace of the Nazi Waffen SS, Michael Wittmann."