Chapter 462 A Bit Tricky

It is still hard to forget the face of that kind old woman who died of illness two years after he officially entered the Mala Provincial Institute of Technology. August, who did not agree with racism in his heart, was very concerned about the situation of Jews in Germany. Sympathy and regret, Dr. August, who has stepped from the starting point of a cold life to the height of respect he is today, understands it very well.

How unbearable it is to live under hatred and cold eyes, sneaking like a gutter rat.

The complex emotions of sympathy mixed with dissatisfaction and helplessness continued to spread in August's heart. Dr. August, who had accumulated to a certain level over a long time, finally had no intention to carry out the tasks assigned to him by Porsche. The VK4501 project that made him ecstatic is now completely boring.

Porsche, who saw all this, got the newly cleaned photo at the right time. Dr. Porsche, who wanted August to leave the country temporarily to change his mood, immediately gave an order to his deputy.

"Go and have a look at the front, August, and see if you can come back with something useful to improve our tank project."

Dr. August, whose emotional quotient and IQ are almost inversely proportional, failed to understand the underlying reason why Porsche did this. He still obeyed and respected his mentor who had been kind to him, and August was not in a good mood. After briefly packing his luggage, he immediately boarded a special plane flying to the front line and brought some unimportant people to the land of the Soviet Union.

Dr. August landed at the airport in the German-occupied area of ​​the Soviet Union for the first time and received a high-level reception. Marshal Bock, the commander of Army Group Center, personally came to the airport to greet him, as well as a large number of senior Wehrmacht officials. August, who was seeing this scene for the first time, was almost dazzled, even though he knew that this happened because he was Dr. Porsche's deputy.

After stopping for a while at the headquarters of Army Group Center, August got a general understanding of the situation and learned from the materials prepared by Marshal Bock in advance the possible location of the mysterious Soviet heavy tank unit.

August, who was carrying a heavy responsibility, rushed to the front line non-stop after waving goodbye to Marshal Bock. The negative emotions in his heart that had been suppressed in that special environment for a long time gradually faded and were temporarily forgotten as he came to a strange new environment. August, who had no memories of his motherland after his death, actually "returned to normal" for a while.

Of course, this refers to the "return to normal" in the state of mechanical madness.

When he landed again, he was already at the frontline field airport. Dr. August, who was in a good mood, was once again warmly received by Guderian and Colonel Horning. The instrument box that was carried down was clearly visible to the Soviet guerrillas lurking on the edge of the airport.

The long story is naturally not what August can tell to Malashenko right now. Regarding the conditions Malashenko put forward that he must serve the Soviet Red Army, August was shaken by the storm in countless cities. Dr. Te answered almost without hesitation.

"No problem, I can contribute everything I have learned to your Soviet Red Army. But on the other hand, I also want to get what I want. I must meet your Soviet Kotin. I have many, many questions to think about. I need to discuss it with him. If you refuse, I can find an opportunity to commit suicide at any time. If you have the opportunity to understand my life, you will know that I am not lying to you now, although it may be too late by then. "

"Hey, this German guy"

After learning the translation from Sasha, Malashenko was so upset that his forehead was smoking. He dared to negotiate terms with himself at such a time. This is definitely not a normal person, absolutely not!

Although he was very unhappy and complained repeatedly, Malashenko could be sure of one thing just by his cold eyes and calm face: this German doctor was really not trying to scare him.

Malashenko, who felt a little overwhelmed for a while, couldn't think of any good solution on the spot. After organizing the words in his mind for a while, he blurted out to Dr. August.

"Okay, I promise you that you will definitely see Comrade Kotin, but on the other hand, you cannot commit suicide! Do you understand? You are captured now and are the property of our Soviet Red Army. It is not something you can decide casually!"

I didn’t feel the slightest discomfort with Malashenko’s words. My only regret was that I owed something to Dr. Porsche, but August, who had no way to care about it at the moment, just wanted to do what he wanted to do according to his own ideas. thing.

Looking at Dr. August's retreating figure after he was pressed down, Lavrinenko, who had been listening to everything beside Malashenko, immediately stepped forward.

"How do you plan to fulfill your promise? Go and petition the leader, Comrade Stalin?"

After getting along with Malashenko, the future traveler, for a long time, he also became a little shady. Lavrinenko, who no longer spoke as straightforwardly as before, made Malashenko's questions a little embarrassing.

"How to cash it in? How else can we cash it in! Just send a report to the front army headquarters!"

About half an hour later, when Zhukov, who had been waving his baton and pencil stub in front of the war zone map all morning, picked up his water glass and planned to sit down for a while and take two sips to quench his thirst, the telegram from Malashenko came. It happened to be placed in front of Zhukov.

"Captured a German doctor of mechanical engineering? The request was to meet Kotin? And hope to work with him?"

Zhukov, who was moving his eyes downward along the content of the telegram and felt that it was getting more and more outrageous, had three question marks on his head. The chief of staff of the front, who came over at the right time with his hand holding a steaming cup of water, spoke quietly.

"Comrade Commander, the water in your cup has long been cold, so you should drink something hot."

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Seeing that Zhukov, who looked a little strange, did not reply, the chief of staff, who was a little curious, immediately stretched his head to the telegram that froze Zhukov's expression.

"Captured a German doctor of mechanical engineering? This is a good thing, comrade commander!"

Hearing the surprise shout of his chief of staff, Zhukov, whose face returned to normal, nodded quietly after thinking about it.

"It is indeed a great harvest to be able to capture a German doctor of mechanical engineering, but this German asked to meet Kotin and work with him. Don't you think it's strange?"