Chapter 898 Color Photo

Comrade Brigade Commander spoke, and ordinary soldiers naturally dared not neglect it.

Not to mention just taking a look, even if it was a metal chain that was not clear what it was, and if I guessed correctly, it should be a pocket watch, it would be a great honor for me to give it to Comrade Brigade Commander.

"Please take a look, Comrade Brigade Commander."

Taking the frozen and somewhat stiff metal chain from the bearded soldier, Malashenko glanced down and noticed the pendant hanging under the metal chain. It did not look like a pocket watch with enough weight, and it felt a little light in his hand.

"Please give it back"

"Shut up! You dog raised by Hitler!"

Captain Hank, whose strong obsession was still undiminished, stretched out his right hand again towards Malashenko, who had changed hands with the object. He never thought that such an action would anger the bearded soldier who was trying to please Comrade Brigade Commander.

The bearded soldier only hated the damn German for talking so much. He increased the force of his feet. The size 47 military boots became much heavier and continued to press on his chest ribs.

Captain Hank felt that his lungs were about to burst. If nothing unexpected happened, he would have broken several ribs and almost lost the strength to speak.

Malashenko, who did not stop the bearded soldier, glanced at Captain Hank at his feet and did not say a word.

The crews under his command who died in the burning wreckage of the tank were killed by these German armored soldiers. Malashenko just stopped them because he was worried that someone would be killed. It was obviously not worth it to have such a thing happen without getting the information he wanted.

"Control your strength, don't step on her to death."

"Okay, Comrade Brigade Commander, please rest assured!"

Just a reminder and no more words, Malashenko opened the pendant with a slight pry of his thumb, and then saw what was contained inside, which was a color photo that was extremely rare in this era.

A young girl with blond hair fluttering in the wind was smiling at Malashenko. The photo, which was cropped just right, showed the girl's beauty vividly. Her blue eyes like gemstones were not exaggerated or exaggerated, and could even be compared with her beloved daughter-in-law at home.

In this era without beauty cameras and PS flying all over the sky, such a moving girl would at least be a Hollywood first-line beauty in the future. If calculated by Asian aesthetics, it would be at least 95 points or more.

After watching for a few more seconds, I even felt that her appearance was not inferior to Marilyn Monroe

Hmm? Marilyn Monroe? Marilyn Monroe should not be an adult yet. She is probably just a little girl, and her tragic life has not really begun.

Being able to put the girl's color photo into the pendant and put it in his arms, Malashenko has roughly guessed why the German who was stepped on the bottom of his feet was so obsessed. This was probably the only hope that the German pinned on the battlefield. Otherwise, he would not have tried to snatch it back so desperately.

"Loosen your feet. It's not a pocket watch. It's just a pendant with a woman's photo. It's not made of gold. It's worthless."

In order to prove the authenticity of his words, Malashenko deliberately shook the pendant and the photo in his hand to show the bearded soldier a look. The bearded soldier, who looked a little dumbfounded and unbelievable, closed his mouth and stopped talking after seeing what Malashenko was shaking in his hand.

It was this expression, more or less a feeling of being choked back by something

After moving his feet, Captain Hank gasped heavily. For a moment, he felt that he was about to be stepped on to death. It was a miracle that he was still alive.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem"

Looking at the breathless expression on the German's face, Malashenko shook his head slowly and threw the pendant in his hand back to him.

Captain Hank, who never left the pendant even though he was breathing heavily with his hand covering his chest, was very quick-eyed and quick-handed. He grabbed the thing that Malashenko threw to him and held it tightly in his hand, fearing that it would be forcibly taken away again.

"The thing is returned to you. Now let's talk about something useful, such as your name and rank, and what happened to the Tiger tank that exploded just now?"

Captain Hank, who looked stunned, was not only surprised that the Russian in front of him, who was wearing a tank cap and a winter coat and whose rank could not be seen, could speak German, but was also shocked that the other party actually knew the name of the new tank he was driving.

This was the second time in history that the Tiger VI heavy tank was put into actual combat. The model he was driving was another batch of new Tigers that had been produced after a second improvement based on the shortcomings exposed in the terrible first battle in Leningrad a few months ago.

Captain Hank didn't know that the SS's Wittmann had led his men to ambush that time, but a Tiger had actually been seized by the Soviet army and towed back for research. This information was strictly sealed and kept secret by the German high-level officials, and only a few senior officials knew the details. Captain Hank only knew that the Tiger tank's first actual combat performance in Leningrad was not very good, and could even be called "bad".

The performance of the SS's gang of hooligans was so bad that it even became one of the laughing stocks of the Wehrmacht's armored troops. "The hooligans can't drive Tiger tanks" has become a classic joke for his gang after dinner.

"How does he know about Tiger tanks? Why? Why is this?"

Captain Hank looked stunned and surprised, and even forgot to reply, which made Malashenko, who was waiting impatiently, a little annoyed. Malashenko had no time to continue playing the "What are you looking at" game with this German guy.

"Are you going to answer the question? Do you want to see the thing in your hand get two bullet holes with your own eyes?"

Malashenko's extreme impatience made Captain Hank sober up instantly, and the words that came out of his mouth almost without thinking were like machine guns.

"Hank, Hank Eric Reinhardt! The commander of the first company of the 502nd Independent Heavy Armored Battalion of the Wehrmacht, with the rank of captain!"

"That Tiger tank is my own command vehicle. The superior ordered that if the vehicle is abandoned on the battlefield, it must be destroyed to prevent you from seizing it intact. I left a delayed grenade on the ammunition rack and pulled the fuse when I left. I blew up my own tank myself."

It was a good thing that the German was sensible enough to speak, but Malashenko still had questions in his mind that could not be answered.

"And what about the other two Tigers? Did you leave extra-long fuses in them that wouldn't explode until after Christmas?"