Chapter 3033: Former Allies

Since being captured by the Russians, Colonel Nakamura Hiroki has not slept well for several days. He is afraid that the Russians will kill him day and night.

Nakamura Hiroki, who wanted to run away, never expected that he would capsize in the gutter and be captured alive by the Russians on the last night before his departure.

If he had known this, why did he do it in the first place?

If he had not done anything at that time and waited quietly until the next morning to take a plane back to China, would there be no such troubles? Would he be at home now, hugging his wife who is almost a generation younger than him, drinking sake and enjoying life?

The more he thought about it, the more he regretted it, but Nakamura Hiroki knew that regret was useless and understood that it was too late to say anything now.

The only hope now is that the Russians can "let bygones be bygones" and let him go.

Nakamura Hiroki, who knew that this battle was already a sure defeat, had no "guts" to speak of at this point.

It was not worth risking his life for this battle that was doomed to fail. He had to survive at all costs and live until after the war to have a chance to change his life.

If he died, he would only be buried in the grave and could not do anything.

But what made Nakamura Hiroki more and more afraid was that he had said everything, and he had honestly confessed everything he should and could think of. But the Russians still only questioned him and did not talk about anything else.

The panicked Nakamura Hiroki once tried to ask himself indirectly whether he could survive after confessing everything.

The only answer he got was that the Red Army interrogator in charge of the interrogation slammed the table and shouted loudly, strictly ordering him to answer the questions well, and not to think too much if he wanted to survive.

Nakamura Hiroki, immersed in panic, welcomed the fifth day after his capture in fear.

I thought the Russians would continue to interrogate me today, but I didn't expect that when the mask covering my head was removed, a group of people wearing non-Red Army uniforms appeared in the interrogation room in front of me, a group of white people who were the same as the Russians.

"Who are you? What are you going to do!?"

The frightened Nakamura Hiroki subconsciously thought that the Russians had ended the interrogation process and sent out a firing squad wearing different uniforms from the interrogators, ready to pull him out and shoot him.

But what Nakamura Hiroki didn't expect was that these people in front of him, who he mistook for Russians, scared him on the spot as soon as they opened their mouths.

"I have seen you, Japanese people."

"At that time, I was in Stuttgart. You Japanese came to Germany to learn airborne skills. I also taught you theoretical courses. But your understanding is really poor. You wasted a lot of my energy and time. It is not a good memory."

"What!?"

Hearing the translator's faithful retelling of these words, Nakamura Hiroki, who was firmly fixed on the chair, was completely stunned.

After a little thought, he finally realized what this meant. With a slightly excited expression, he raised his head and spoke repeatedly.

"You, you are a German!? A Nazi soldier? And you have cooperated with the Imperial Army?"

"Great! Listen, we are allies, we are allies, do you understand? Please find a way to get me out of the Russians, you Germans must have a way, right? Your presence here proves that your counterattack was successful, right? Help me leave here, we will defeat the Russians together, and victory belongs to us!"

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Although his expression was not quite right, the translator on the side still translated these words of criticism truthfully and told them to Clause on the side.

None of his brothers knew Japanese, and the translator next to him was assigned to him by General Malashenko.

Clause also understood that this translator not only played the role of translation, but in theory he could also report to the general, including "How has Major Clause performed recently".

Clause did not think this was a kind of surveillance, but instead regarded it as an opportunity to express himself.

As for how to express himself? Isn't the opportunity right in front of him?

Hearing the Japanese devil's cognition of the world in front of him, he was still immersed in the old days of Nazi rule.

Klauzer, who had long hated the Nazi's deception, grinned. Although he hated it to the extreme in his heart, he did not show it on the surface. Instead, he stood up and walked straight to Nakamura Hiroki.

"Ally? Huh?"

The translator relayed it truthfully. Nakamura Hiroki was confused by this question and blinked his eyes. He didn't realize what would happen next.

The next second, a fist as big as a sand bowl rushed straight to his face.

Bang——

"Uh!!!"

Klauzer's fist went out and hit Nakamura Hiroki's face and nose.

In an instant, he felt all kinds of ups and downs, and his whole head was like a seasoning box overturned, with all kinds of tastes, and he felt dizzy.

Before Nakamura Hiroki could recover from the scream, Klauzer's second blow with his fist was already coming.

"Fuck the Nazuri! Fuck the shampooer!! Fuck the Japs!!!"

"If you dare to talk about Nazism to me again, I will bury you alive, believe it or not!? You shameless scum, you have the nerve to mention Nazism in front of me!? My brothers, my comrades, my family, my neighbors! It's all because of these scums who are black-hearted and aggressive, and finally died without a burial place!"

"Uh! Wow--Puff--Stop it! Stop it!! Someone's dead!!!"

It's really ruthless. Klauzer used almost all his strength to hit the human sandbag in front of him, making his nose bleed and dizzy, and even knocking out two teeth.

Nakamura Hiroki, who had no idea what the German in front of him was crazy about, now felt really wronged.

Because the army's idiots only reported good news and not bad news, and even wanted to celebrate funerals, Nakamura Hiroki, who had no idea that the Nazis had been completely defeated and become historical garbage, still understood the European battlefield at the stage when the Nazis were still counterattacking the Allied Forces and the Red Army.

Generals in high positions may be able to bypass the intentional blockade of information and concealment by the upper echelons, and learn the truth behind it.

But in this information-blocked era, he was still in Northeast China, which was not in Japan.

Nakamura Hiroki, who was not very concerned about the European battlefield, and his position as a colonel was neither high nor low, so he had very limited access to external information. Basically, the Kwantung Army Headquarters decided what to show to the people below, and the people below could see what they saw.

The combination of external and internal factors led to Nakamura Hiroki being completely unaware of the complete destruction of the Nazis. He did not expect that his unintentional but intentional words would excite Claus, who was already eager to drag the Nazis out of the grave and cut them into pieces a thousand times without satisfaction, and he ran away on the spot, almost going crazy.

During the fight, he almost completely used Nakamura Hiroki as a punching bag, beating him for more than a minute, and the accompanying translator couldn't stand it anymore and took the initiative to persuade him. After the beating, Claus, who was exhausted and gasping for breath, stopped.

"If you dare to mention the Nazis in front of me again! I will bury you alive! Bastard! Do you hear me!?"

"I heard it, I heard it and I will never dare to do it again. I'm very sorry! Never again!"

Claus was not crazy. Although he really hated the Nazis, his action just now was purely intentional.

Krause knew very well that he had to completely cut off his identity from the Nazis and could not have any trace of Nazi remnants.

General Malashenko had given him such an opportunity, so he had to cherish it doubly and do his best to show it to the general.

If the general hated the Japanese devils and wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible, Krause was very willing to be the sharp blade to exercise the general's will. Let these ignorant Japanese devils learn a lesson and clearly understand what the consequences of being enemies with General Malashenko are.

Mistaking the Germans for allies not only did not bring the desired results, but also got beaten up wildly.

He never expected that his "first meeting" with his German allies would be like this, in a form that almost made him doubt his life.

His snot and tears flowed together, mixed with the blood from his nose, dripping down his chin to his pants.

Nakamura Hiroki, who was beaten to the point of being almost unconscious, now had difficulty even speaking, let alone the desire to speak actively. After "finishing the workout", Clauser put away his fists and feet, returned to the interrogation table, sat down, and finally spoke again.

"Then, let's start, and go over all the content of the previous interrogation again."

"I'm warning you in advance, and this is the last time I'm warning you. This will be your last chance to correct your answer. So you know what you should do, right? If I were you, I wouldn't lie in the cemetery and regret it again. Do you understand?"

His nostrils seemed to be blocked by blood scabs, and Nakamura Hiroki felt that it was difficult to breathe through his nose. He was forced to breathe through his mouth instead, and he opened his mouth halfway while panting and opened his mouth to answer.

"Understood, I will tell you honestly, let's start."

"Very good, then the first question"

When everything that happened in the interrogation room was sent to Malashenko's desk in the form of a written report, Clauser, who was personally responsible for the interrogation, had not finished yet, and the second half of the interrogation was still in progress.

After reading the written report in his hand, Malashenko raised his head and glanced at the translator who came to report in front of him, and then slowly opened his mouth to ask questions to confirm the situation.

"So, Nakamura Hiroki has been beaten half to death by Clauser, and if he continues to fight, someone might die, right?"

Facing the inquiry and confirmation of the comrade of the army commander, the translator who was replaced to make the report during the intermission after the first half of the interrogation, nodded in response.

"Yes, comrade commander. Even I am puzzled. Major Clauser obviously met the prisoner for the first time, but he has a deep hatred for the prisoner. If it is simply because of the mention of Nazi, I think it should be more than that. There may be other reasons why Major Clauser hit so hard."

Hearing this, Malashenko was thoughtful, stroking his chin and nodded in response.

"Well, I understand. Go down and rest first. I will contact you if there are any questions."

"Okay, comrade commander."

After the translator left, Ben came to discuss the battle plan in Malashenko's office. Lavrinenko, who had just watched the whole process pass by, then asked questions.

"It seems that your German subordinates are working very hard. It is a bad luck for the Japanese to fall into his hands. He has become Krause's tool to prove himself, not even a human being."

"Human? This old devil is a beast, not a human. Have you read the report that Chen Weiguo wrote and submitted to our military department?"

After hearing what Malashenko said, Lavrinenko felt a little embarrassed when he remembered that such a thing had happened.

"I'm sorry that I was too busy to take care of it. I have received the things, but as you know, in the past two days, there have been a mountain of battle plans and various paperwork. These alone are enough to keep me busy until midnight, let alone having to go down. Inspecting the troops. After joining the army, the workload has more than doubled. Even with a secretary, I feel that it is quite difficult. "

It didn't matter that Lavrinenko didn't have time to read the report. Malashenko, who knew its contents well, immediately spoke and explained everything to his good brother and deputy in person.

"If this guy can be considered a human being, then the naughty guards at Auschwitz should be the same."

"Ever since he was transferred to the Kwantung Army in 1937, this old devil has never done anything that has anything to do with people. Comrades who have encircled and suppressed the Northeast Anti-Japanese Alliance have had him again and again. He has worked all the way from Major to today's Colonel. You can imagine this bastard. What did you do?”

"In the early years, the comrades of the Anti-Japanese Alliance always wanted to eradicate this guy. But the old devil was cunning and cunning. He escaped several attacks and assassinations in a row, and Chen Weiguo almost lost his life because of it."

"Not only that, this old devil did not restrain himself at all, but instead intensified his counterattack."

“Not only the comrades of the Anti-League, but even ordinary people were poisoned by it. They often killed unarmed people. They wanted to use this to establish a threat and scare the comrades of the Anti-League, so that the Anti-League could not gain anything. Support is outright stained with the blood of the anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians.”

"If such a bastard can be considered a human being, then who are we? Are we considered humans along with such a bastard? Isn't the concept of human being too broad? This is just a humanoid bastard! That's all! Don't It’s nothing, let alone nothing.”

Hearing Malashenko's words, Lavrinenko, who had probably guessed the final outcome, put down the documents in his hands and then asked quietly.

"Then what are you going to do with this bitch after everything is over?"

"How to deal with it? Ha."

He raised his hand to put out the cigarette butt after taking the last puff in the ashtray. Malashenko, who had already planned what to do, just smiled lightly.

"We might as well leave the decision to Chen Weiguo. I respect his choice."

"By the time Krause has passed the final interrogation, this heartless old devil will have lost its value. Since the Kwantung Army headquarters doesn't care about the life or death of this bastard and doesn't ask any questions about important people, then I Why care about a low-quality piece of trash that doesn’t even care about its owner?”