Chapter 339 Rescue

After all, Malashenko, who was born in peacetime and grew up under the red flag, was still an ordinary person who worked hard to climb the academic tower in his previous life, and his exposure to killing and death was limited to the TV screen and the spoken words of his father.

Even after being on the most brutal and bloody battlefield during World War II for half a year, witnessing countless life and death, and even taking the lives of countless enemies with my own hands, I have been deeply obsessed with the secret that I am a time traveler. The last touch of kindness buried deep in his heart suddenly rose up again in Malashenko's heart at this moment.

"Comrade Diyakov, do we have any hot soup or vodka? The kind that can be obtained immediately."

"Uh vodka?"

Before the bewildered Tyakov could react, Malashenko, who was the first to bend down, took off his fire-proof combat uniform and put his hands on the lieutenant's arms to cover it. The German soldier here was frozen to death.

Because of the cold weather, the officers' regular uniforms were put on under the fireproof clothing, but immediately the military rank on Malashenko's shoulders was presented to the eyes of the German major.

"Lieutenant Colonel?! Oh my God, you are actually a Soviet Lieutenant Colonel!?"

Malashenko, who turned his head again in silence, did not comment on the shocked look on the face of the German major next to him, and then extended his right hand to Diyakov, who was still in a dazed state.

"Uh, yes, I mean there is vodka. Comrade Malashenko, I will give it to you right now."

After understanding the meaning of Malashenko's hand gesture with a dull look on his face, Tyakov, who barely reacted in a hurry, quickly removed the water bottle hanging from his waist and handed it to the horse with both hands. Rashenko's hands.

The severe cold weather in winter makes all creatures living on this land feel the unavoidable biting cold. In order to keep the soldiers in the frontline troops away from the cold, vodka spirits, which were strictly forbidden to be consumed during wartime in previous battles, are also used. Then the restraints were quietly released.

Without getting drunk, just drinking to keep out the cold will not be held accountable by the superior officers and political commissar comrades. This is why Malashenko took the initiative to ask Dyakov for vodka. After all, Malashenko, who has not become addicted to alcohol due to his previous life relationship, would not carry it around with him. Borrowing alcohol to keep out the cold is still a bit too far-fetched for Malashenko, who has traveled from a later life. Tan.

With his right hand, he grasped the kettle handed over by Diyakov and shook it gently. Feeling that most of the weight was still in it, Malashenko immediately reached out and unscrewed the metal lid without saying a word, and a burst of fire and pungent smell came out. The smell of alcohol immediately rushed out of the spout and wafted into every trace of air nearby.

"Give him some water. If it's not to the point where he can't be saved, he'll warm up quickly."

The German Major, who no longer knew what to say, looked at Malashenko's calm expression, as if nothing had happened. He felt as if he had knocked over a spice box, and he still felt uneasy. It’s good to know what to say, and the indescribable gratitude towards Malashenko has turned into moving eyes and is full of it.

"Thank you, thank you! Mr. Lieutenant Colonel!"

The German major who thanked him profusely was like a child grabbing candy. He took the water bottle from Malashenko's hand in an almost snatching manner, and then covered it in his arms. The "half-dead corpse" that had been frozen to the point of unconsciousness was forced to drink it.

The body that still had a vague consciousness came to life immediately after realizing that the liquid in his mouth tasted like wine. His greedy hands held on to the kettle as if grasping a life-saving straw and swallowed without opening his mouth. In Malashenko's opinion, such a scene of drinking vodka was rare even among the Soviet soldiers who were addicted to alcohol.

"Drink slowly, Koch, you damn little bastard! Be careful of choking to death, this is the strong drink of the Russians!"

In ordinary battles, vodka could only serve as a drink to relieve sorrow and relieve the pain and sequelae of war, but in the current bitterly cold environment of ice and snow, it became a good medicine that could save lives.

"Cough cough - cough cough cough -"

Holding the entire kettle in his hand, he drank the remaining half of the vodka in one gulp. The German soldiers, who only cared about the momentary pleasure and desire for life, immediately coughed loudly after the spout left their mouths. The high-concentration vodka that was comparable to alcohol was used. This way of drinking it, it was poured into the stomach in one breath. It was lucky that it didn't kill anyone.

"Damn it, Koch! I told you not to drink so hard. Did you think you didn't hear me? You're a teetotaler!"

The German soldier lost his strength and dropped the kettle in his hand. Although his throat felt like burning gasoline poured on it, the feeling of rejuvenation that suddenly heated up his whole body was so refreshing and wonderful, even though Even the biting cold wind that was still blowing bleakly from his face still couldn't cover up the fierce heat.

"Who wants to die if you can live? Herman, I feel better now, thanks to you."

Seeing that the half-dead body in his arms finally regained some of the warmth and demeanor that represented life, the German major who was almost about to burst into tears finally broke down in tears and smiled and felt relieved.

As long as he could drive away the biting cold that was close to death from his body, Koch, who was in good health and not injured, had every reason to survive this.

The surrendered German soldiers who were still walking with their hands raised beside the German major also stepped forward after seeing this. The Soviet soldiers who were escorting the prisoners immediately raised their weapons and were about to shout and stop them, but the two German soldiers who had already taken action had already carried the young German soldier who had no strength to walk, and then returned to the prisoners' queue and walked to the assembly point indicated by the Soviet army.

"I didn't expect these Nazi lackeys to care about their comrades. It's really strange."

Accompanied by the slightly questioning and puzzled words of the escorting Soviet soldiers, the German major who could fully understand Russian and master basic grammar and communicate immediately stood up from the snow, and with a sincere and grateful expression, he immediately spoke to Malashenko in front of him.

"Thank you very much for your generosity and greatness in saving my comrades, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel. Let me introduce myself, Major Heinrich Hermann of the 127th Infantry Division of the Wehrmacht. It is my honor to meet you."