Chapter 3012 Serving the General

Malachenko had heard of "Lieutenant Clause" a long time ago, in the second half of the Battle of Berlin.

He was a paratrooper of the Wehrmacht, and surrendered with his men at the most critical stage of the Battle of Berlin. Not to mention the surrender, he also turned the tables and assisted the Alsim Commando in a disguised surprise attack, successfully taking control of the Moltke Bridge, which was more or less a "great achievement", and proved his worth with practical actions.

Being able to fight side by side with the Red Army on the battlefield with guns, this man and his men have passed the test of the highest loyalty.

Lavrinenko had been worried, but Malachenko advised him that it was unnecessary, and said this to comfort his good brother.

"There is no need to question his and his men's loyalty, because from the moment they picked up their guns and shot their former comrades, no one except us would take them in."

"You and I know this now, and they know it even better. Who would be willing to take in a group of people who shot their former comrades? Only us. Because this loyalty has been branded with the Russian mark, what will the onlookers think? They can shoot and kill their former comrades for the victory of the Russians. No one except the Russians needs this kind of loyalty."

"So without us, they are nothing, and it is even more impossible for them to be something that is worthy of their attention. This is the cruel reality for them."

"Three-surnamed slaves" is a thing that will not end well when it is placed between the same ethnic group; let alone in the context of this fierce collision, smart people with real brains will not do this.

Moreover, Malashenko asked himself if he could give Lieutenant Clauser and his men everything they wanted.

Old Ma is not Dong Zhuo, and there is no Diao Chan now. I don't know how many times the grass on the grave of that old man Wang Yun has changed.

Even if you, Claus, like Diao Chan from some family, I, Old Ma, can help you to matchmake. You can say whether I am competent as a "godfather" or not? More competent than your real father, right?

After all, what your real father can't give you, I can give you, which is related to your fame and honor in the second half of your life.

Of course, the process of worshipping a godfather is omitted, and we don't like this.

There is no need for such vulgar things as "Lieutenant Claus has been wandering for half his life, and he only regrets that he has not met a wise master".

As long as you work hard and be an honest person, you will have everything you need.

Thinking about all these things in the past, Malashenko, who was sitting on the sofa waiting for someone to come, soon waited for the person he liked, who was now Major Claus, who had changed his appearance and dressed in new clothes.

Of course, this "major" has not been officially established yet. It was a temporary title given by Malashenko and promised in advance.

However, this handsome new outfit specially customized by Lao Matou will still be used after getting the official establishment in the future.

What we are doing now is to lay the foundation for the future and brush up our resume. These are all things that Malashenko has made clear to Clause, and he has also painted a very beautiful future.

As it should be, Clause also knows that his current life, fame and fortune, as well as the future of his brothers who have risked their lives with him and have no way back, all depend on this famous "steel butcher".

In terms of loyalty, Clause, who has already determined to go all the way, has no second words to Malashenko now, not asking why, but what to do.

But even Clause himself was somewhat surprised that the first task assigned to him by Malashenko was not to let him carry a gun and fight, but to persuade and "occupy" a person, a SS madman who was hopeless and stubborn in his opinion.

Obviously, judging from the fact that Clause was led into the door by the secretary with a smile, sat down somewhat flattered, and then turned into a slightly uneasy expression.

Malashenko knew that the task assigned to him was probably in trouble.

"Tell me, how is the situation?"

Because Clause and his gang were still needed in this trip to the Far East, Malashenko brought them all the way from Berlin, not under the command of anyone but only responsible to himself.

As for the confrontation, Malashenko did not hide this matter, and reported it to Zhukov and obtained permission.

In Zhukov's eyes, there were only a few dozen Germans who had helped the Red Army fight. There were many Germans who defected to the Soviet Union in the Red Army in the early years. It was common for them to fight side by side and fight together. They had experienced many storms.

Now it was just that the Germans defected to the Soviet Union a little late. Since they had proved themselves with the blood of the enemy and there happened to be a nobleman willing to give them a meal, Malashenko could keep them for himself if he wanted to.

Zhukov was even a little puzzled. Why did Malashenko have to smuggle and report to him about this matter that he didn't think was a big deal? Couldn't the military organs solve it by themselves? In short, he didn't think too much and approved it.

Now, when Clause, who looked a little uneasy, heard Malashenko ask about the task assigned to him, Clause, who knew that there was something he couldn't hide, still plucked up the courage and told the truth.

Even if the task was not completed well and the general was not satisfied, he could only show 100% loyalty to guarantee the bottom line.

"General, that SS lunatic is hopeless! He still has his heart set on Nazism and his foolish so-called loyalty."

"I have said all the good, bad, and cruel things to him, but he just refuses to listen and does not know what is good or bad at all! He refuses to join us and refuses to work for you, General, and he keeps talking."

Krauser, who was hesitant to speak, couldn't continue. Malashenko could guess the reason and blurted out the words without thinking.

"Say it, but it doesn't matter. Reporting truthfully is the only thing you need to do now. You should know this."

"Yes, General, I understand."

Krauser, who was slightly beaten by Malashenko, even slightly "frightened", did not want to be looked down upon and abandoned in disappointment by the person he secretly swore to be 100% loyal to, so he hugged Malashenko This thigh is his only hope now.

"He also said, let me, this lackey, give you a message, general. You either let him go or kill him. There is no third way. Bury him in your back garden as fertilizer. Growing flowers is the only way you can use him."

Pfft——

Malashenko couldn't hold it back for a while, he laughed directly, and then quickly explained.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at this guy who has such a rich imagination that he actually thought of letting me bury him in the backyard to use as fertilizer to grow flowers."

After speaking fluent German and talking to Krauser about this, Malashenko put his hand on his chin and thought for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth, thought about it, and spoke slowly again.

"It seems that I have to go and meet Mr. Wittmann in person, that's fine, this will be interesting."

"By the way, there's one more thing. In addition to saying all the good and bad things, did you use any other "means" against him?"