Chapter 337 Surrender

If there are such creatures as macho men in the world, then from the current situation, Captain Yakov undoubtedly belongs to this special category.

This lieutenant colonel commander of the Red Army not only did not sit in the rear to plan and command the battle as he should, but instead directly participated in the first wave of attacks on the German army in the village like a death-defying captain. The way he joined the battlefield was extremely violent. He directly rushed forward behind the turret of Malashenko's car.

Before setting off, Malashenko, who was worried, did persuade the commander who seemed to be going to the front line in a fit of rage to give up his crazy idea. But what Malashenko did not expect was that the corresponding answer given by Captain Yakov actually left him speechless for a while.

"We are both lieutenant colonels and regiment commanders. Why can you lead your troops to the front while I have to stay in this command tent where I can't do anything and watch you lead the charge? Is it because your troops have the title of guards? You and I both know that this is not the case. Comrade Malashenko, before becoming a regiment commander, we were first a glorious Red Army soldier, aren't we?" After hearing this, Malashenko was stunned for a moment. He was originally thinking of using words like "I have tanks to protect you, but you don't" to hit back at Commander Yakov. However, when Malashenko was about to speak, he saw the resolute and unquestionable firm expression in the other's eyes. Malashenko, who had already said something, smiled helplessly and swallowed the words that were about to come out. "Don't rush too hard in the battle, and stay with my car! Don't let me lose sight of you, Comrade Yakov. I am the highest battlefield commander of this operation. Do you understand me?"

After hearing this, Yakov smiled heartily. He had realized that Malashenko was basically the same kind of person as himself, so he naturally had no reason to refuse.

"Let's defeat those Nazi fascists! Comrade Malashenko!"

Seeing that Malashenko, who had leaned his upper body out of the turret, turned his head and spoke to him, the commander Yakov, who was unwilling to smile, replied without thinking.

"I thought the Germans could at least hold out until we rushed into the village, but now it seems that they are much more fragile than I thought. I really don't know how they managed to fight all the way to Moscow."

To be honest, Captain Yakov had just taken a train from the Siberian Military District to the Moscow front. This was his first time leading his troops to participate in a battle. It was understandable that he could say such a thing when he was still ignorant of the true combat effectiveness of the German army.

But Malashenko, who had almost beaten his brains out with the Germans in the previous battle, did not think so. The fierce combat effectiveness of the German army that had conquered the whole of Europe was proved by the corpses of countless Red Army soldiers. Those things that boosted morale and inspired people on the radio and newspapers must not be taken seriously. Those who took those things seriously are now either imprisoned in German prisoner-of-war camps or buried in the ground, without even the chance to regret.

Thinking of this, Malashenko, who felt that he had to dispel the underestimation of the enemy by the commander Yakov, immediately reached out his hand and put it on his shoulder, and blurted out words with a serious face that did not seem to be joking.

"Believe me, Comrade Yakov! Those Germans are not the Japanese devils you have dealt with in the Far East. Although they are both fascist armies, their combat effectiveness is not at the same level. Don't underestimate the enemy! Even if they have surrendered, you can't have any fluke mentality! You never know how powerful the next German army that you meet will be."

The Red Army soldiers who had jumped off the car during the conversation began to run quickly towards the German soldiers who had already stood up from the trenches with their hands raised high, trembling, and even when they were running, the muzzles of the weapons in their hands were still aimed at the enemies who had put down their weapons and remained vigilant at all times.

After witnessing this scene, Lieutenant Colonel Yakov thought about what Malashenko had just warned him, and spoke without a nod or a denial.

"Let's talk about other things after we capture these Germans, Comrade Malashenko, do you want to come with us?"

Looking at the familiar look that Lieutenant Colonel Yakov had cast at him, who had already jumped out of the car before he finished speaking, Malashenko raised his head again and looked in the direction of the village of Vomano and gave an answer.

"Of course, why not, Comrade Yakov."

The heavy snow flying all over the sky still showed no sign of stopping after just twenty minutes of gunfire and explosions. At best, it was a little smaller than when Malashenko set out to attack.

Led by their superiors, the German soldiers who had put down their weapons began to line up and walk out of the trenches one by one in an orderly manner. Their arms raised above their heads to show that they were harmless were still shivering in the cold wind and they could hardly stand upright.

"Oh, look at these damn poor Germans, they don't look like soldiers at all."

"Save your words, Dyakov. Without the Guards Tank Regiment led by Captain Malashenko, how could these Germans surrender so quickly? I don't think they were able to fight from the border to the outskirts of Moscow by luck and charity."

"Well, maybe you're right, but at least now these Germans are not as good as those Japanese monkeys, I mean it."

I basically couldn't understand what the Soviet soldiers around me were saying, who were talking so fast that they looked like they had sugar balls in their mouths. These pitiful German soldiers who were only wearing gray autumn clothes almost didn't even have the strength to be dejected. The biting cold had already destroyed their bodies to the limit along with their morale before the battle began.

"Hurry up! Damn Germans! Do you want to be shot?!"

Seeing a German soldier with a limp staggering and even a little unsteady, the Soviet soldier, who didn't need to show any mercy and sympathy to the invaders, immediately hit him with the butt of his rifle.

The German soldier who was accurately hit in the back spine was already a candle in the wind. After encountering such a fierce blow, he could no longer stand upright. His body, as if stripped of his soul, immediately lost control and fell forward into the snow pile in front of him.