Chapter 899 Victory Belongs to Us

Malachenko's expression seemed to be somewhat teasing, while Captain Hank, who had half-crouched and climbed up from the ground, looked very embarrassed. As time passed, even his expression began to look a little unnatural.

"I will follow orders. This is my own choice. As for them..."

Halfway through his words, Captain Hank looked back at the prisoners of war who were also kneeling on the ground behind him.

These German armored soldiers who had been full of enthusiasm with him when they went out to fight now looked like dogs that had lost their homes, and were depressed and depressed by the Russian soldiers who were responsible for guarding them. Not to mention being like a soldier, Captain Hank felt that the people under his command were just like a group of hooligans who had lost a fight.

It was as if there was some kind of telepathy between the dead soldiers and their superiors.

Captain Hank was looking at his men, and several armored soldiers who were closer to him also quietly raised their heads and cast a look towards Captain Hank that they dared not look directly at. They looked like they were not promising at all with their hands on their heads and secretly looking at him.

"Alas"

Captain Hank sighed softly and did not intend to say anything more.

Everyone has the power to decide his own destiny, and even soldiers do not have to die on the battlefield 100%.

A man is a son, husband, and father before he is a soldier. He has many obligations to fulfill in his life, and the responsibilities he has to bear are like mountains.

Captain Hank dare not say that it is right to give up everything else for an obligation. The motto he uses to require himself may not be suitable for others. Only those who wear shoes know whether they fit their feet. He has no right to ask others to follow his example in dealing with people.

More importantly, everyone, including himself, is now just a prisoner of the Russians, and he is no longer qualified to talk nonsense.

"It was their decision not to blow up their own car. I have no right to interfere, Mr. Officer. I, all of us are now just prisoners of your Soviet Red Army. I only ask to be treated reasonably. I have nothing else to say."

The cruel and vast Patriotic War is full of all kinds. Malashenko, who has fought to this day, has seen all kinds of German soldiers.

Some of them can give everything for the immortal war machine called Germany, even if it means sacrificing their precious lives.

Some are timid, or they are not soldiers but are forced to make up the numbers on the battlefield, doing professional killing work that they don't like, are not good at, and hate very much, struggling every day with the condemnation of conscience and the deep fear of losing their lives at any time.

Malashenko asked himself that there are not many superiors like Captain Hank who can carry out orders to the end and are very tolerant of their subordinates. He even said that such people are rare in the German Wehrmacht.

To some extent, Malashenko admired Captain Hank.

At least he was not blindly loyal to the mad leader, but retained his military ethics and free will. At the same time, he was very open about the capture of the head portrait, and did not make excessive demands on his subordinates. He almost did the best within his ability.

Based on this point alone, Malashenko, who basically knew the whole process, admired Captain Hank for being a man. Things that can be taken up and put down are often the most difficult to do at certain times.

"You should be glad that you met me, not some other commander of the Red Army."

Captain Hank was stunned when he heard this. He didn't quite understand why Malashenko said this, and he didn't know the deeper meaning expressed in Malashenko's words. He just stared at Malashenko with a slightly dazed look.

"Karachi is already ours. The outer encirclement of Stalingrad will be closed here. You are lucky to witness history, Captain. Witness the destruction of Paulus's Sixth Army, witness the turning point of the entire Great Patriotic War, witness your German Third Reich going to extinction from here, and also witness the great victory of our Red Army with blood."

After saying all this, there was nothing more to say. Malashenko snapped his fingers and signaled the soldiers who were responsible for escorting the prisoners to take them away.

Malashenko, who was watching the backs of Captain Hank and his group of men who had just been escorted away, was about to lift his legs to do something he wanted to do, but he never thought that a sudden roar of a diesel engine would come from far away and roar at this time.

"It was Comrade Political Commissar and the main force. They have already contacted by radio. As soon as the main force crossed the bridge, Comrade Political Commissar immediately assembled the troops and brought people to support. He told me on the radio to tell you to wait for him. He must have something to discuss with you."

"Something to discuss with me?"

After listening to the explanation of Lavrinenko who came quietly beside him, Malashenko, who did not expect this situation to happen, looked a little confused. What could Comrade Political Commissar rush to find him at this time?

Malashenko, who was full of doubts in his heart, soon waited for a burst of emergency brakes speeding in front of him. Political Commissar Petrov, who pushed open the co-pilot door and strode down, looked impatient. Malashenko still didn't understand what this expression that looked like something big had happened meant.

"What happened? Why are you rushing here with people in such a hurry?"

Malachenko's heartless words as soon as they met made Political Commissar Petrov choke.

Petrov rolled his eyes and glared at Malachenko, which was very rare. Seeing that the other party was still confused, Petrov had no choice but to ask.

"You ask me what happened? I saw so many of our new heavy tanks destroyed on the way here just now, at least a dozen of them, and you still tell me that nothing happened?"

Malachenko, who thought that the German reinforcements had arrived or there was an emergency, never expected that Political Commissar Petrov was looking for trouble for this matter. He first sighed, and then answered with a silly smile.

"Hey, I thought you were referring to something else, but it turned out to be about this."

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Now it was Political Commissar Petrov's turn to be surprised. He couldn't understand why Malachenko could be so leisurely after suffering such a big loss. Normally, he would be so angry.

"Look over there, and over there, we won the battle, captured the latest German heavy tanks, and captured the commander of the Germans. Victory belongs to us, Comrade Commissar."