Chapter 3049: Surrender

The Japanese army finally chose to surrender, after being hit hard by a 130mm grenade.

The powerful IS7 main gun fired fiercely, and with just one shot, it took away more than a dozen Japanese soldiers in the building.

The remaining Japanese army, who were arguing over whether to fight or surrender, saw this situation and glanced at the Russian iron army that was surrounded outside the yard.

They knew that there was no point in fighting any further, and there would be nothing to gain except corpses all over the ground.

The Russians could wipe out their entire army like crushing an ant with just a flick of their fingers.

The oppressive feeling of death strangling their throats finally made the remaining Japanese army's reason prevail.

Moreover, because the squadron leader was killed by a direct shot from the command vehicle of Kulbarov, the remaining Japanese army could not even choose a leader, so they had to put down their guns in the end.

"Stand still! Don't move! If you dare to move, you'll be shot!"

"You, I'm talking to you! Raise your hands above your head, raise them high! Now!"

"Search carefully, don't leave any dangerous items! Especially on the prisoners!"

Looking at the Japanese prisoners who had already filed out of the yard and stood in several rows, they had all thrown away their weapons and were being searched by the Red Army.

Kulbarov, who had left his command vehicle, walked into the yard with a limp and witnessed everything that was happening.

In addition to the political commissar who only had one arm, the other senior commander of the huge leadership army was Kulbarov, whose foot that was broken by the Germans is still replaced by a wooden prosthesis.

"Report to the division commander, the main building has been checked, and no remaining Japanese soldiers were found. Now there is only the basement that has not been checked, and the soldiers are working on it."

"Well, speed up the process. Comrade Army Commander has received the news of our victory and is on his way. It won't be long before he arrives in the city. Get everything done before Comrade Army Commander arrives."

"Yes."

Listening to Alsim's report, who took the initiative to come forward, Kurbalov, who was interested in the Japanese army's weapons and equipment, spoke and walked forward.

Picked up a rifle from the pile of Japanese disarmament on the ground, pulled the bolt to open the empty chamber.

The bullets contained in it had been removed by the Red Army soldiers responsible for checking the weapons when disarming to prevent accidental discharge.

He looked around at the exaggeratedly long rifle in his hand, fiddled with it for a few times, lost interest, and threw it on the ground. Thinking back to the past, Kurbalov spoke quietly.

"These Japanese militarist fanatics, using exaggerated rifles with bayonets longer than their height, were able to beat those Americans with their noses up in the air and make them run around everywhere? Were those Americans sleepwalking when the war just started?"

"The Germans still have at least a dozen armored divisions, but the Japanese defeated the Americans with this kind of junk and those iron cars?"

With the experience of today's battle, Kurbalov felt quite incredible about how the Japanese used these junk to beat the arrogant Americans all over the Pacific Ocean, and even the pretentious Mai Paopao fled on a submarine.

Germany invaded the Soviet Union and sent 5 million troops, and it took the whole country's strength to gather more than a dozen armored divisions before going all in.

But the Japanese, with these bow-legged soldiers holding exaggeratedly long rifles, using their two legs and riding bicycles, easily beat the Americans so that even the highest commander fled on a submarine.

Kurbalov couldn't figure out how the Americans operated, how could they lose? Still losing like this?

The more I thought about it, the more puzzled I felt, so I simply gave up on guessing.

I glanced at the pile of disarmed weapons on the ground and found that they were all various bolt-action rifles, plus some broken machine guns whose performance made people shake their heads, and there was not a single submachine gun in sight.

I recalled what Comrade Army Commander had said to me in person: "Submachine guns in the Japanese army are only equipped with a small number of elite troops."

Kurbalov, who felt that the Japanese army was more primitive than the Red Army, shook his head. He was about to turn around and say something to Alsim, but he didn't expect that a major under his command suddenly ran over and reported.

"Report to Comrade Division Commander, Comrade Army Commander's convoy has arrived at the city gate and is entering the city."

"What? Comrade Army Commander has arrived? So fast!?"

At the moment when he received the news from Kurbalov that the Japanese army regiment was completely wiped out, Malashenko, who had a premonition that taking the county town was already a sure thing and there was no suspense, immediately set off.

After personally leading the accompanying guard troops across the river, he headed straight towards the county town.

Along the way, he passed by the remains of the battlefield where the Japanese army was completely wiped out. He got off the car briefly and inspected the soldiers of Kurbalov's unit who were cleaning the battlefield.

"The enemy this time is different from the past. What do you think of dealing with the Japanese army? How is their combat effectiveness compared to the previous Nazis?"

Malashenko has always been good at listening to feedback from the grassroots. More often, he will even take the initiative to listen to the voices of grassroots commanders and fighters and ask for their opinions and suggestions.

Even though Malashenko, as a time traveler, has long known how much you Japanese devils weigh, it is a half-full bottle.

But Malashenko still wants to hear how the soldiers evaluate it.

After all, the current leader army is still very different from the Red Army that swept the Kwantung Army in the August Storm in the existing history.

It is impossible to directly copy and apply Malashenko's experience as a time traveler and generalize it. It is obviously necessary to listen to the soldiers' comments and feelings.

"These Japanese are far worse than the Nazis, Comrade Commander. They don't even have a decent machine gun, only this kind of machine gun that can be stuffed with bullets row after row. I don't understand what they are thinking. This weapon is simply incredible."

"And this, Comrade Commander, look! This Japanese pistol looks like the German Luger! It's this thing - damn Suka! This damn thing is jammed again! It can't be pulled!"

"Our firepower is dozens of times that of the enemy. It's easier to fight these Japanese devils than to fight the German third-rate garrison. The Germans will at least hide and fight to the end, but these Japanese devils dare to rush up and die when they are desperate. Such a large group! The fight is like a mass execution."

Surrounded by enthusiastic soldiers like a big star, picking up the Japanese weapons just seized, and talking about all kinds of the latest battlefield news.

Malashenko, who responded with a warm smile, was also in high spirits. Not only did he shake hands with the soldiers one by one, but he also signed his own name on the notebooks handed over by several soldiers. His hands were busy from beginning to end.

"Comrade General, I want to take a photo for commemoration and news reporting. Is it possible?"

The Pravda war correspondent who came with Malashenko keenly captured this precious opportunity. He took out his camera and indicated that he wanted to take a photo of Malashenko and the soldiers.

"Okay! Take a photo, Comrade Commander and us!"

"Yes! Give each comrade a photo as a commemoration!"

"Great! This is a photo with Comrade Commander. My mother will be proud of me!"

Malashenko's popularity in the Red Army has long been well-known, especially among the commanders and fighters at the grassroots level.

If you insist that the Red Army also has "top stars", even if Malashenko is not the strongest one among them, he can definitely make it into the top three of the list.

Just having Malashenko's signature was a big deal. It was something that could be boasted about to comrades and relatives while drinking vodka at the table.

Now the opportunity to take a photo with the army commander was right in front of them. The enthusiastic soldiers immediately started to "boo". Malashenko, who couldn't refuse the kindness, naturally nodded and agreed with a smile.

"Comrade General, can you move to the side? There are too many enemy corpses in the viewfinder, which is a bit annoying. Comrades, please stand a little to the left."

He was already standing in the middle of the soldiers with a smile and posing. When he heard the reporter's words, he turned his head subconsciously.

Malashenko, who didn't take the huge amount of Japanese corpses seriously, found that the place more than ten meters behind him was a temporary pile of Japanese corpses.

The Japanese corpses with different causes of death were piled up like sacks at the market, in all directions, layer by layer. A rough look estimated that they were at least one meter high and covered hundreds of square meters.

There are at least three digits of Japanese corpses in this pile. The Japanese army that was annihilated here not long ago is more than this number. It is just the tip of the iceberg.

As for why the Japanese corpses are piled up, the reason is very simple.

After digging the pit, drive the tank over directly, hang the steel mine-clearing shovel that played a huge role in the surprise attack on the Moltke Bridge, dig the shovel tip into the soil and push it forward, and no matter whether there are dozens or hundreds of Japanese corpses, they will all go into the pit and get out.

There is no need to throw the Japanese corpses into the pit one by one by hand, which saves time and manpower. It is convenient, fast and extremely efficient.

Looking at the piles of Japanese corpses like this is really a downer. Malashenko nodded in agreement and then moved the soldiers to the side, avoiding the pile of Japanese corpses, and then took a group photo with the relatively empty battlefield ruins as the background.

"Why are there dozens of horses over there? Where did they come from?"

After taking a group photo with the soldiers and preparing to get on the car to leave, Malashenko, who had his hand on the door handle before leaving, saw it.

Not far away, there was actually a group of horses gathered together, eating grass and chewing it fragrantly, not caring at all that there were a large number of smelly Japanese corpses piled up around them. It seems that these beasts are really more ignorant of occasions than people.

"Comrade Commander, they were left after the Japanese army was eliminated."

"Most of the war horses were killed in the battle, leaving only these dozens of horses alive, some of which are injured. Our army does not have a unit that uses horses, but fortunately there are a few soldiers who know how to raise horses. They are temporarily gathered together, but I don’t know what to do next."

Hearing the answer from the major in charge of the on-site command, Malashenko, who frowned and thought of a plan, spoke immediately.

"How long have those horses been dead?"

"Not too long, most of them have been dead for less than an hour, and some have been dead for less than half an hour."

"Hmm"

When he heard that the dead horses were quite fresh and could be considered freshly killed and processed live meat, Malashenko made up his mind and immediately gave an order.

"So, deal with the dead horses, load them into the county town, and distribute the horse meat to local civilians."

"We can at least get several tons of meat from so many dead horses. It's a pity to throw them away. We don't eat this kind of food, but it's different for local civilians. They may not be able to eat meat for a year or two. Please take care of these people who have been devastated by the invaders."

Having experienced the unbearable hunger in the war, the major could fully empathize with the commander's words. He immediately accepted the order.

"In addition, there is no need to kill the live horses. Since they are still alive, they have other uses."

"We don't have a single horse in the army, so we don't have to keep them for ourselves. Take these horses to the county town and give them to civilians. At worst, they can be used to work in the fields and grow crops. They are stronger than cows but eat less than cows. It would be a pity not to use them to grow crops."

That is, none of the Japanese cavalrymen present could still breathe.

If there were any Japanese cavalrymen alive who heard what Malashenko said, they would be so angry that they would die on the spot, vomiting blood and dying on the spot, even if they still had half a breath left.

The carefully trained war horses were pulled to work in the fields and pull goods. The Kwantung Army itself was not so rich, and it had never been so arrogant in its dreams.

The Japanese army could not understand the complete mechanization of the Leader Army, which did not need even half a war horse to fight or work. What kind of concept was it.

Malashenko, who looked down on the war horses of the Kwantung Army, got on the car and left after giving the order. The convoy that continued to move forward soon drove to the city gate.

Looking at the leader army flag that had been raised high on the tower at the city gate and fluttering in the wind, and the Red Army soldiers standing guard under the city wall. Indicating that it was over, Malashenko ordered the convoy not to drive into the city anymore, and they could just walk all the way in the county town.

Only by walking step by step and keeping his feet on the ground can Malashenko slowly savor the intimacy and familiarity that he had been away from for a long time. Sitting in the car, he lost that taste.

The first thing he saw after getting off the car was the city gate in front of him that had been smashed to pieces. It was already rotten and collapsed on the ground.

Thinking about what had hit the city gate into this state, and not knowing that it was the powerful dump truck IS7 that did it, Malashenko even walked forward to check it out out of curiosity.

It was at this time when he saw the gate falling to the ground and breaking the door that Kurbalov, who had arrived late, brought people to the scene. After a round of greetings, Malashenko smiled and said.

"Let's go, take me to see those Japanese devils. I want to see what state these bastards are in after surrendering."

Sorry for being a little late, brothers. While typing, the software crashed, which delayed some time. I should continue to add more tomorrow.