Chapter 963 We Are All Like This

Someone responded to his call on the public radio channel and came to support him. There was nothing strange about this.

What really surprised Malashenko was that the people he called were actually two generals of his First Guards Heavy Tank Brigade: Lieutenant Colonel Kurbarov, the commander of the First Heavy Tank Battalion, and his partner, Lieutenant Colonel Lavrinenko.

In Malashenko's memory, shouldn't these two people act separately and lead a siege assault team each? How come they are now united and come to rescue him? This really made Malashenko a little confused.

"Why? Why else? Of course it's the same as you."

Compared with Malashenko's puzzled face, Lavrinenko's answer seemed very reasonable.

"When you were yelling on the radio, I just joined Kurbalov's commando and killed tons of Germans. The bodies were all over the street!"

"You were yelling very urgently, so we discussed and rushed over immediately, but it seems that you have dealt with everything here? Have we caught up with everything?"

Having loyal comrades to rely on is always a happy thing. Lavrinenko and Kurbalov were able to rush to the last moment, which was the best result expected by Malashenko.

If the Germans had not surrendered suddenly, the support troops led by Kurbalov and Lavrinenko should have played a very critical role now. Even if the Germans really planned to fight to the death, it would be useless.

Thinking of this, Malashenko walked up slowly and patted his old classmate's shoulder gently. Nearly a thousand Red Army soldiers who had surrounded the surrendered German troops were waiting for the arrival of the last moment.

"No, you are here at the right time. Now is the moment to witness the greatest and most glorious moment of Stalingrad."

Accompanied by Malashenko's order, the Red Army soldiers who rushed forward tied up all the surrendered German soldiers and pressed them to the ground in a very short time.

During this process, there were some fanatics with fierce eyes who were very unconvinced. When the Red Army soldiers had already rushed up, they still shouted loudly and made resistance movements.

It seems that as long as the leading officer gave an order, these fanatical and irritable German soldiers were still very willing to take up arms and fight to the death.

What awaited these stinky, hard and irritable German soldiers like stones in the pit was a beating by more Red Army soldiers.

Fists and feet rained down on these German soldiers from all directions, and it was inevitable that the butts of guns and various blunt instruments that were not enough to kill on the spot hit the non-vital parts.

Before long, these German soldiers who were originally shouting and cursing were beaten to the point of being half dead, and some of them were beaten so badly that they didn't even have the strength to groan on the ground.

If it weren't for the fact that their chests were still rising and falling and their mouths were still breathing, people would believe that these German soldiers had been killed on the spot.

All the German soldiers visible to the naked eye were subdued or knocked to the ground, and the whole situation was completely under control and very safe.

Malashenko, who had always kept a hand and was cautious, came forward until this time and revealed his true self. He was followed by a group of his closest comrades and Captain Varosha who personally led people to escort the brigade commander.

"Your actions are simply too rude! We are just a group of surrendered soldiers who laid down their weapons. You have no reason to treat us like this."

Malashenko, who had already arrived at the focal point of the battlefield, carefully examined the German officer in front of him.

The military coat on the other party was very neat as he saw from afar, and it was not like the German field officers he had met before.

His appearance was also a model of German soldiers. His tall stature and the wide-brimmed hat on his uniform made him at least as tall as himself and equal to him. His expression and eyes showed no humiliation, regret, or dissatisfaction. He stood here like an elite negotiator on the business battlefield, not a soldier who had surrendered.

It must be admitted that even after surrendering, the German colonel in front of him still retained the most basic dignity and honor of a soldier. In Malashenko's view, this was a very valuable point.

This kind of momentum is often the most difficult to achieve and cannot be imitated. The guy in front of him must have his own pride in his heart.

"Didn't you prepare yourself mentally in advance?"

Although he recognized and respected the extraordinary momentum displayed by the German major, it did not mean that Malashenko admitted that he was inferior to the other party and would give the other party a face when he had already won the battle and was the winner.

"Since you have already planned to fight to the death, you must be prepared to die generously."

"When you want to fight, you fight with all your might. When you don't want to fight, you immediately raise your hands and surrender, enjoy the best prisoner treatment, and don't allow us to exercise some of the privileges we deserve as winners."

"If every battle is fought like this, you Germans will definitely not lose. Everything is under control just like reading a storybook."

"Ask yourself, how could there be such a good thing in the world?"

"Since you didn't plan to surrender from the beginning, you must be prepared for the possible consequences. Didn't you Germans conquer the whole of Europe? Do you still need me to teach you this? Huh?"

Malachenko spoke mercilessly and condescendingly as a victor, revealing the last fig leaf used by the German army to whitewash its facade.

The German colonel who had been looking directly at Malachenko admitted that he was a little angry and annoyed, but if he really wanted to talk about reason, he had no choice.

Not only did the other party make sense in every word, but he also looked down on him as a victor. In this case, there was really no need to refute him, it would be useless.

The German colonel, who had forced himself to calm down his thoughts, took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his tone was lowered.

"Then please give us the most basic prisoner treatment, at least guarantee our lives. We do this to avoid meaningless casualties. This is true for both of us, isn't it? Officer."

Only this time, Malachenko spoke slowly to the German colonel in front of him with a smile on his face.

"You are right, we are all like this. Now let me see the one who really has power among you, is there any problem?"