Chapter 941: Blame-Shifting Moment

Although there were some unpleasant incidents along the way, fortunately, Malashenko, who did not think himself invincible, quickly recovered after the initial slight accident.

After all, he was not a god. It was better to go to bed early if he expected everyone to look up at him.

Captain Varosha had the power to make his own choice. Maybe he was carrying something that he didn't know about. Let's just leave it alone for the time being.

"Nothing, forget it. If there is really a reason that cannot be said, I understand him. If I were in the same situation, I might do the same."

Even though Ivushkin had long been accustomed to Malashenko's tolerance and generosity, he was still surprised by the fact that he didn't take it to heart and didn't seem to be deliberately hypocritical.

"He rejected you, didn't you hear it? Just let it go?"

"Otherwise?"

Malashenko shook his head and smiled to himself. His relaxed expression seemed to show that he really didn't take it to heart.

"I have invited people who have invited me, so I should be prepared to be rejected. This matter ends here, and we can talk about the future later. Now let's kick over the nest of Paulus, the bastard.

Malachenko himself said that the matter was over, and Iushkin, as a bystander, naturally couldn't say anything more.

Malachenko was right. It was indeed important to deal with the enemy first when the war was about to start. What was more important was to win honor for the First Guards Heavy Tank Brigade before other friendly troops. There was only one chance to get rid of Paulus, the bastard.

On the street, Captain Varosha, who had been squatting by the tank smoking after going downstairs, looked a little worried. The cigarette between his fingertips seemed not to be used for entertainment but to vent his anger. The scene of continuous smoke blowing out was like a big chimney burning vigorously.

"You shouldn't answer Brigade Commander Malachenko like that"

"We all know what kind of troops the First Guards Heavy Tank Brigade is. The best weapons, the most elite soldiers, and the most abundant food. If someone else encountered such a thing, they might cry with excitement. But you refused so straightforwardly. If it weren't for the status of Brigade Commander Malashenko, I would even suspect that you might be retaliated. "

The accompanying platoon leader squatted beside Captain Valosha and smoked together. He blew smoke rings out of his mouth and whispered softly. The expression on his face was quite mocking and joking.

"Say less meaningless words. No one will think you are dumb."

Throwing the cigarette butt that was about to burn his hand on the ground and stomping it out, Captain Valosha, who stood up, had regained his normal look. Perseverance and courage once again returned to this man.

"You know why I refused. It can't even be said that I refused. I will deal with it after the battle. Maybe there will be a different result by then. "

Captain Varosha, mumbling, walked towards the soldiers not far away. The platoon leader, who still had half a cigarette left in his hand, was still squatting on the ground, smiling and shaking his head.

"It has always been like this. It's really weird and unpredictable."

When the siege team led by Malashenko set out again and continued to advance along the relatively easy but roundabout narrow path between the city ruins, Paulus, who felt that the whole world was gray in his headquarters, had a different feeling lingering in his heart.

The waiting time is long, and it is often like this.

Especially when waiting for some news that is almost certain to be absolutely bad, but there is still a trace of hope in the heart, praying that a miracle can happen, this already long and painful waiting time will be infinitely extended like the bullet time when masters fight, making the waiting person feel even more painful.

There is no doubt that Paulus is currently suffering from the great pain brought by this waiting torture, which makes him feel exhausted.

"Still no call back? "

Colonel Adam couldn't remember how many times Paulus had asked such a question. Without any updates to report, Colonel Adam shook his head with some regret.

"No valuable calls were received, whether from reinforcements or from Berlin."

Paulus, who had expected such an answer, smiled bitterly. The world that should have been colorful looked like a black and white photo to Paulus. The field of vision within his eyes was only a bleak black and white color. Even he, who hadn't looked in the mirror for a long time, had a miserable black and white face.

Everything was finally over!

But it didn't end the way Paulus had originally expected.

What he was going to face was... What kind of ending?

Paulus, who was originally determined in his heart, now has a blank mind and is completely confused. He doesn't even know where to go next. He is like a helpless and wounded beast trapped in a cage, struggling to peek at the outside world through the iron bed cage with his remaining breath. Everything will be foreseeably shattered and unattainable.

The former high spirits have long disappeared from this body that has become like a walking corpse.

Paulus, who sat on his chair and looked up at the ceiling, didn't know what to say. Colonel Adam beside him also kept silent with his hands behind his back. The strange silence was finally broken by Paulus himself.

"Adam, do you think that Manstein deliberately didn't come to rescue us? He may think that the Sixth Army's achievements were brilliant and that we would steal his limelight after the victory, so he was just pretending to attack for the sake of his superiors. In fact, he was just tickling those Russians. They might even pretend to cooperate tacitly."

Paulus, who was already a little dazed, might think that it was nothing, but Colonel Adam, who heard every word of Paulus clearly, was extremely shocked.

"What are you talking about? Paulus, this is simply impossible."

"Marshal Manstein is the offensive master appointed by the Führer to rescue us. His attainments in offensive command are unmatched. Even a fortress as strong as Sevastopol was easily captured by him. I am even curious about how large a strategic force the Russians assembled to stop Marshal Manstein's offensive pace."

Although he said so, Colonel Adam, who was already at odds with Paulus, couldn't help lamenting in his heart.

Weren't you the one who blocked the hope brought by Marshal Manstein?