Steel Soviet Union

The battle on the third defensive position came to an end, and today's combat mission of the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division also came to an end.

But for Malashenko, who had been furious all day amid the smoke of war and the roar of artillery, the work to be done was far from over.

"Is that you? The supreme commander of this position?"

Looking at the tall National Defense Forces Major General in front of him, who was almost as tall as himself but slightly shorter, Malashenko really didn't expect that the person commanding the third line of defense was actually a general.

"Then who are you? Mr. Commander of the Soviet Army, I want to know if your name is so famous."

This German major general, who is smiling but not smiling, just doesn't answer his own questions, but he dares to ask himself questions in turn?

Ha, interesting! really interesting!

I didn’t expect to see such a tough-minded Major General of the National Defense Forces after 44 years. Malashenko originally thought that this guy would give in in person so that he could get a relatively better living treatment in his subsequent life as a prisoner of war. It seems that this This shitty thing has no requirements for your quality of life.

"Comrade Commander, please take a look at this."

Just when Malashenko was about to laugh with his hands on his hips, an infantry company commander who had just finished searching the surrendered Wehrmacht Major General suddenly arrived with the treasure he had just found in his backpack. Malashenko gestured in front of him.

Well, this is the military officer's ID card of our country's National Defense Forces. The owner of the ID card is the Major General of the National Defense Forces in front of him.

"Paul Frischheim? Well, why does this name sound like a cross between an Englishman and a Nazi pig? Huh?"

The reason why he breathed out the fragrance was because he wanted to see how big the little thing in front of him was and whether he could keep his composure. The scene that happened next satisfied Malashenko.

"Don't like to talk, huh? It doesn't matter, we have experts who can make your pig mouth open and hum."

Malashenko smiled, closed the military ID card in his hand and put it into his pocket.

"Captain Vasily!"

"Here! Comrade Commander!"

Following closely behind Malashenko, a tall man from the iron tower who was even taller than Malashenko, who was 1.91 meters tall, stood up in response.

The tendons all over his body cannot be covered under the thin summer military uniform and are almost ready to explode. Such a person is definitely suitable to be a bodybuilder or a movie actor in future generations. At the worst, he is also a tough guy style clothing model.

Now, in this Great Patriotic War timeline where time travelers exist, his identity is the commander of the headquarter guard company of the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division. Under the order of Comrade Political Commissar, I led a part of the guard company to closely follow the front-line assault troops. The task I was responsible for was to provide personal protection when Comrade Division Commander left the tank and was not protected by armor.

Even if a smoking grenade was about to explode next to the comrade division commander in the next second, Captain Vasily would not hesitate to fly forward and put the grenade under him to cover it, so as to prevent the comrade division commander from being hit. A little damage. This is his responsibility and mission, and of course he has absolute confidence to complete this task.

With such a strong man standing behind him and shouting, Malashenko suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of security in his heart. This also made Malashenko couldn't help but wonder: How did my brother become like a little girl and still count on the protection of a macho man?

"Invite this hybrid major general down. Didn't you tell me last time that some of your comrades are from the security forces of the Ministry of Internal Affairs? It's time for them to show their special skills. Entertain our German guests well and treat him to food. The most authentic Lubyanka set meal must make you feel at home and immersed in it, do you understand? ”

Of course, Captain Vasily understood what Comrade Commander meant by "being there". If you want Germans to enjoy the top-notch Manchu-Han banquet at the Lubyanka Hotel on the front line, you really need a professional chef to do it. .

Captain Vasily, who seemed to have nothing but muscles all over his body, grinned, and the beard that surrounded his chin couldn't help but tremble with the rather cold laughter.

"Hey, don't worry, Comrade Commander, I will definitely make this German guy feel the pure Lubyanka style."

It was while speaking here that Malashenko clearly noticed a detail that was difficult to detect and could easily be missed.

The eyelids and corners of the mouth of the German guy in front of him twitched clearly and unnaturally twice. Just when Malashenko said the word "Ministry of Internal Affairs", in fact, this was also intentional by Malashenko. Yes, the reason is very simple.

Not only can this German speak Russian, but he is also a major general of the Wehrmacht. Once he reaches this position, he must know some rumors and legends about the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Even if it is not good, he should know what the specific tasks of the Ministry of Internal Affairs are.

There are indeed people in this world who are not afraid of death, and Malashenko does not deny this.

But the proportion of such people in reality is too rare, and it will definitely not be the German guy in front of him. Malashenko is very sure and firmly believes in this, just from the unnatural corner of his mouth and twitching of his eyelids just now. You can tell.

The German guy must know what he should understand. He must know what kind of "supreme experience" is waiting for him next.

There is an old saying in distant and ancient China that goes like this: "Don't shed tears until you see the coffin, and don't give up until you reach the Yellow River."

Even though his heart was mostly cold and his face was ashen, the German still gritted his teeth and did not collapse on the spot and give in.

Malashenko, who just smiled at this, didn't say any more nonsense. Among the people who went to the Lubyanka Hotel to enjoy the banquet, there were many people who went in with strong words and were dragged out crying like dead mothers. Not inferior to the German guy in front of me.

Seeing that his comrade the division commander had no more orders, Captain Vasily waved his hand, and immediately two soldiers from the security company carrying new AK-44 assault rifles rushed up behind him, chasing the German major general like a cat catching a mouse. He held his shoulders in the same way, suppressing his posture.

"Oh, by the way, there's something else I forgot to tell you."

When the major general of the National Defense Force was escorted past him, Malashenko, who seemed to have been prepared, suddenly spoke again. Temporarily stopped the pace of the escorted major general of the National Defense Force and the two soldiers responsible for escorting him.

With a strange smile on his face, Malashenko turned his head slightly, glanced sideways at the ashen-faced Major General of the National Defense Forces from the corner of his eye, and blurted out the soft words that came to his lips.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Malashenko. You should call me the "Steel Butcher" here. I am the commander of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division."