Steel Soviet Union

"Did I hear you correctly? Are you asking for cooperation from the Red Army? Did you not sleep well last night, or did you take the wrong medicine before departure? Huh?"

Alsim didn't speak German, but Sulovechenko did.

Although his grades were not good and he was a gangster in school, Sulovechenko had a serious academic background and graduated from the infantry department of a military academy. In these days, he could be considered an intellectual with a high level of education.

With daily exposure and a little hard study, it is not difficult for a person like Sulovechenko with a cultural knowledge base to master German, and his fluency in German is much higher than that of the average person.

Just like Alsim, Sulovechenko had no favorable impression of the Nazis and the servants who worked for them.

The Germans take the initiative and ask for help, so what else can they say to you bunch of naughty servants? He didn't do anything on the spot, just humiliating him was already considered as a way to save face.

Although Sulovechenko's words were very unpleasant, the German military doctor wearing a white coat opposite him seemed not to care at all and did not listen. He just continued to explain.

"Hey, we don't mean any harm, okay? Please be patient and listen to me. Just give me two minutes, please."

Although he talks about telling the enemy to calm down, in the eyes of Sulovechenko and Alsim, the German guy, who stutters a little and has obvious fear in his eyes, is calm enough and can he speak clearly? After all, this is still a problem.

"Okay, just three minutes, let's talk about it. But I suggest you don't talk nonsense. Our patience is limited."

"Okay."

The German military doctor who had finally negotiated the opportunity for cooperative dialogue breathed a sigh of relief and was obviously much more relaxed than before.

But what he did next was a bit unexpected.

I saw this guy first turned his head and nodded to the few German soldiers and medical soldiers who were waiting behind him to help. These people then started to carry the stretcher that was temporarily placed on the ground. He came up and came in front of Alsim and his party without touching a gun or threatening anyone.

"What's the meaning?"

Sulovechenko, who frowned, looked unkind. Before he finished speaking, the German military doctor spoke quietly again.

"He is one of our people, a Red Army soldier. We just found him. He is still alive."

"What!?"

After hearing this, Sulovechenko had a look of disbelief and surprise on his face. When he saw Alsim, the friend he had just met next to him with this expression, he realized something was wrong even though he couldn't understand German.

"What's wrong? What did this German guy say?"

“Just come and take a look and you’ll find out.

Before Alsim could answer, Sulovechenko took the initiative and stepped forward. It wasn't until he got close to the stretcher and took a closer look that he realized that what the German military doctor said was actually true.

Lying on the stretcher was a Red Army tank soldier wearing a tank cap. His consciousness was blurred and he was seriously injured, but he was still alive and breathing as the German military doctor said.

"Comrade, wake up! Stay awake, don't fall asleep! Doctor! Come over here, quickly!"

"Water, I want to drink water, comrade, give me some water to drink."

"Don't worry, there will be water soon! Send the person down quickly for emergency rescue! Hurry!"

Hearing Sulovechenko's loud shout, the medical team immediately ran up three steps and two steps as fast as flying. They first briefly checked the situation, and then immediately took over the stretcher and carried the person down for emergency rescue.

Looking at the back of Sulovechenko who had already been carried off by the medical team as he trotted away, he was a little unclear about what a good Sulovchenko should be. Then he quietly pulled Alsim aside and turned his back to Germany. The guy whispered.

"Can you believe it? The person who saved us is real. I have seen the face lying on the stretcher, but I can't name it."

"What?"

Not only Sulovchenko, but also Alsim was dumbfounded on the spot when he heard this, and almost had "You are making me laugh" written on his face.

It was unbelievable. Alsim, who had witnessed everything that had just happened, now saw the serious expression on Sulovechenko's face. No matter how surprised he was emotionally, he had to face the reality with reason. .

"What about now? What do you think the Germans will do next?"

One obvious thing is that the Germans will not simply be kind and brave to save people.

Everyone knows that the Germans sent back wounded Red Army soldiers. They almost certainly sent them back with some purpose and wanted to negotiate terms. Otherwise, they wouldn't have said anything about "cooperation" just now, right?

Similar to Alsim's point of view, Sulovchenko also held the same idea of ​​"what purpose" the Germans had, but as for the specific purpose, I can only say that I really didn't guess.

"I'm not sure. Who knows what those German guys are trying to do by being so kind. I think they'll all know it after a while. What do you think?"

"That's all it can do."

Arsim, who really didn't think of a better way, agreed to Sulovechenko's proposal.

Considering that Comrade Alsim did not know anything about German, the next person responsible for communicating was Sulovechenko as usual.

"We have confirmed it. Now let's talk about your purpose. I guess you won't say that "helping others is a pure obligation", right?"

""

As soon as he opened his mouth, it had nothing to do with "thank you". Sulovechenko's tone was the same as before, almost unchanged at all.

The German military doctor who was standing face to face remained the same, as if he didn't care at all, and just continued to speak in a tone that seemed to be inferior to others.

"I have done emergency treatment for your wounded man. His life should not be in danger. You have a lot of medicines that can save him, right?"

""

Sulovechenko frowned upon hearing this, as if he could already guess what the German guy in the white coat in front of him would say next.

"This is not a threat. I don't mean any coercion. I just hope to get a small reward after helping."

"We are severely short of medicines and medical supplies, almost everything. We can find the wounded but we are helpless and almost unable to save them. We can only watch the moderately wounded become seriously wounded and the seriously wounded slowly die. This kind of Things are just tragic and hopeless.”

"Please no, please, please give us some medicine! Even for the sake of being a fellow doctor and saving lives and healing the wounded, not for this war."

"Everyone can see that your Red Army will win the victory and conquer this city soon. Even if those seriously injured people who are being treated are alive, they will not be able to return to the battlefield and fight against you before your victory. I just want to If we can survive, please help us! Just think of it as charity from the victors.”