Steel Soviet Union

Lavrinenko's words obviously frightened the child. The second lieutenant, who was a few years older than Malashenko, immediately changed his expression after being slightly stunned. He cried like a dead mother at home and rushed forward and hugged the horse. Rashenko’s calf.

"Mr. Colonel, I still have a wife and children at home! My mother is 68 years old this year. My father died when I was a child. Everything in my family needs my care. My wife and children cannot live without me. The photo is right. I have photos to prove it”

The second lieutenant hurriedly took out a photo from the lining pocket of his coat. It was a black and white photo with obvious old marks and a lot of wrinkles.

"This, this is my son, he is five years old and very cute. This is my wife, Orisa, holding our two-year-old daughter in her arms. I must go back alive, Mr. Colonel, please let me I am willing to do whatever I want, and I will tell you all the military secrets, as long as I know them!”

"Please, let me live, don't let me die, I will tell you everything I know!"

The more he talked, the more panicked the second lieutenant became convinced that Malashenko was the one with the final decision. He hugged Malashenko's calf with both hands as if holding a life-saving straw and refused to let go. I was afraid that if I let go like this, my life would also drift away.

Malashenko, who transformed into a god with the power of life and death, looked helpless.

Malashenko was convinced that what Lavrinenko said just now was just a joke that was close to bad taste.

And Malashenko himself had no intention of killing the Romanian second lieutenant. He had already revealed enough information to save his life.

"After all, you are still a person wearing a military uniform. Even if it is for your family, there is no need to act like a dead dog. Leave some last dignity for yourself."

""

The Romanian second lieutenant, who was scolded by Malashenko, showed a smile full of joy after a brief moment of confusion.

Yes, just smile.

With rich life experience and experience, he knows that a decisive and decisive person will not tell you such useless nonsense when he wants to kill you.

Only when that person finally decides to spare your life will he finally give you a few sermons as a strong man. Both the Germans and the Russians seem to be used to this.

"It's nothing. Take him away and send him to where he belongs."

The Romanian second lieutenant, who was still lying limply on the ground, was lifted up from the ground by two soldiers each holding an arm. His dirty and slovenly appearance did not look like a soldier at all, but more like a refugee wearing a borrowed military uniform to escape. But even so, he still thanked and expressed gratitude to Malashenko.

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Colonel! I wish you could send all those Germans to prisoner of war camps. I really mean it! Mr. Colonel!"

As loud as a wolf howling, he was escorted further and further away with gratitude. Lavrinenko, who was about to burn out the cigarette butt in his hand, stood up from his chair and looked at the direction of the sound coming from the traffic trench with confusion. Then he looked Xiang Malashenko's expression was almost in disbelief.

"Is that guy serious? Do you think what he said is credible? Why do I feel like he is just a lunatic with a brain problem?"

Compared with the question mark on Lavrinenko's face, Malashenko, who had spread out the war zone map on the table and held a pencil in his hand, seemed calm.

"Do you know what I told Kirill when he first joined the army?"

Lavrinenko was stunned when he heard this. He had no idea what Malashenko meant by his ridiculous words.

"At that time, Kirill had just graduated from Moscow University. How could a young man with music in his bones adapt to the high-intensity fighting on the front line?"

"I told Kirill that there will never be a need for reluctant heroes on the battlefield. But now I have to admit that I was wrong. Kirill is not the kind of reluctant hero. Comrade Comrade Political Commissar has trained his little nephew very well. good."

"but"

Malashenko took the last deep breath and took off the cigarette butt that flew out of his mouth. He pointed towards the traffic trench outside the door and spoke quietly.

"The person who is reluctant to do so is like just now. He is not a soldier from head to toe."

"I don't know what his original purpose was or what happened to him before he joined the army, but at least it was probably forced by reality and not his original intention."

The more Malashenko talked, the more confused Lavrinenko became, as if his whole body had been put into a dark pocket that he could not see his fingers.

"Wait what are you doing?"

"How do I know that guy went to the battlefield reluctantly? When he showed me the photo, I noticed his little finger. The skin on the outside of the finger was completely smoothed, and it was as smooth as glass without any wrinkles. No."

"People who have been engaged in art sketching all year round have this kind of little finger. It is ground against the drawing board. They can't reach this level after practicing hard for ten or eight years. The posture of holding the photo in the right hand is also the standard sketching pencil posture, subconsciously The habit cannot be avoided by subjective consciousness.”

"From the moment he reached out and took out the photo, he had already told everything about his past."

Speaking of this, Malashenko couldn't help but put his hands on the table and shook his head. There were some things that even a time traveler like him couldn't see through.

"The war has involved many unrelated people, Lavery. Whether it is us or the enemy, some people who should have lived their ordinary lives with different faces"

After listening to Malashenko's philosophy of life, Lavrinenko was thoughtful and wanted to ask Malashenko for more specific details, but on second thought he felt it was more important to get down to business first.

"What are you going to do? Trust that information?"

"Of course, the eyes are the windows to the soul, and the look in his eyes proved it was impossible for him to lie in that situation."

When the vowed Malashenko spoke, he waved the pencil in front of the second defensive position, and an oval-shaped area that was marked immediately jumped into Lavrinenko's eyes.

"Call the rear artillery group to cover this area with artillery fire for fifteen minutes, and then extend the artillery fire on the heads of the Romanians for fifteen minutes. No matter how large the actual coverage area of ​​the minefield is, we only need to blow out a passage, and then Let those Romanians share the joy of our brigade getting new cars.”

"They'll be happy about it, in our prison camp."