Steel Soviet Union

Seeing the German officer waving a small flag signaling the stop slowly approaching, Iushkin seemed a little nervous.

"Kirill, do you think we can fool these Germans?"

Iushkin looked like he was seeking psychological comfort, but to be honest, the younger Kirill was also quite unreasonable.

"Comrade Commander is outside. I think it should be fine. Doesn't he speak German?"

The facts are as Kirill said.

The courageous Malashenko not only became a commando captain and led a camouflage team into battle, he even left his position as the commander of the vehicle and put on a stolen German colonel uniform to sit on the tank himself. Outside, they were ready to respond to emergencies at any time, which really made Iushkin and others in the car sweat for Comrade Commander.

"It's simply too dangerous. If Comrade Political Commissar knew about it, he would definitely not let him do this. Absolutely not."

Iushkin, who had lost the German officer in the sight of the gun scope, could only pray in his heart, praying that their comrade commander could handle all this, otherwise such a small camouflaged commando team would not be able to handle it well. He really had to be pinned to death on the bridgehead by the Germans.

The strange-looking heavy tank at the head that was focused by the searchlight looked huge. The German major, who also held an extra small flashlight in his hand, had never seen a tank of this shape before. Just standing a few meters away and looking at such a close distance, you can feel a strong sense of oppression. This huge tank that you have never seen before is completely larger than the No. 4 tank.

"Who's the commander here?"

The German officer, who squinted his eyes and was about to get closer and take a closer look, had no time to take action when a loud and preemptive word broke the silence and echoed in his ears.

"Um?"

His thoughts were interrupted by this sudden question. The German officer looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall man, half a head taller than himself who was 1.8 meters tall. He has already stepped forward and walked over.

"We have an urgent mission and need to cross the bridge immediately. Who is the commander here?"

When the person who was repeating his words finally came up at close range, the German officer wearing the rank of major realized that the person walking towards him was actually a Wehrmacht officer with the rank of colonel. .

"I'm the commanding officer here, Major Baker. Good evening, sir."

Out of a soldier's instinctive reaction, when he saw the big man in front of him, Major Baker, whose rank was two ranks higher than his own, he immediately raised his hand to salute and greeted him. The strict superior-subordinate leadership relationship within the National Defense Force made Major Baker uncomfortable when meeting him for the first time. Dare to have the slightest idea of ​​making a mistake.

"Are you the commander? Great, this will save you a lot of trouble."

"I am Colonel Ramstein, the commander of Group F of the 672nd Heavy Artillery. I have an important mission to carry out and need to cross the bridge immediately! Move the roadblock to let us pass and execute it immediately! Quick!"

Major Baker, who had recovered slightly, was listening to the colonel in front of him giving orders, but his eyes had already moved to other places with more details.

"Sorry, sir, please show identification and written orders before letting your troops pass. This is a routine matter, I hope you can understand."

I thought that by taking advantage of the darkness and wearing a stolen colonel's military uniform, it would be easy to deceive this seemingly silly major of the National Defense Forces, but the other party's alertness still exceeded Malashenko's expectations.

Malashenko's brows twitched slightly under his big-brimmed hat and he didn't want to say more. He just reached into the lining pocket of his coat and felt a military ID card on his fingertips.

After receiving the officer's ID card, Major Baker began to look through it very carefully. He even held the ID card with one hand in front of Malashenko and used a flashlight with the other hand to carefully read every word on it. He really watched this scene with his eyes open. Malashenko's brows jumped up when he saw it.

"Damn it, I don't believe you can see flowers."

Fortunately, Major Baker, who handed Malashenko his military ID card, did not notice anything unusual, nor did he find any signs of forgery or alteration. The information recorded on the certificate was exactly the same as what was dictated by the man in front of him, Colonel Ramstein, whose brim was lowered and whose upper half of his face could not be clearly seen, and who seemed to be in a bad mood.

Major Baker, who was about to put the ID away and return it to the other party, suddenly noticed the black and white photo on the ID just as his fingers were about to close it. After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly remembered that he had never seen the full face of Colonel Ramstein before him.

Major Baker, who wanted to be responsible for the end, had just raised his head to check whether the photo was consistent with his own, but then he saw Colonel Ramstein rolling up his sleeves and tapping his watch, as if he was in an impatient mood. The situation and time waited for no one. The words that were spoken first were immediately blocked by Major Baker's words.

"Your work efficiency is very poor, Major Baker. My troops and I were in a hurry to cross the bridge, and you have been here blocking us for a full minute and thirty-eight seconds because of irrelevant things!"

"I suggest you hurry up so that you can speak easier in front of your superiors. It's the same for me. I'm sure we both don't want to mess things up."

Major Baker is indeed a typical meticulous Germanic character, but he has a fatal flaw: he is afraid of being blamed by his superiors, especially his direct superiors, which will shame his self-esteem and make him feel that he has betrayed the trust of his superiors.

Major Baker, who was slightly scolded by Colonel Ramstein, shook his head and couldn't help but secretly sigh that he might indeed be thinking too much. Normally, people would be released directly after confirming that they were their own. There were not so many cumbersome procedures. Thinking of this, Major Baker simply skipped the written order and immediately chose to open the gate and let people go.

"Sorry, sir, I wasted your time. I'll let you go now."

After returning the documents to their original owners, Major Baker immediately turned around and raised his hand to signal to his subordinates. After receiving the order, several German soldiers immediately threw their weapons on alert behind their backs, threw away their arms and lifted them across the ground. The roadblock in the middle of the road was moved to the road twice, and Colonel Ramstein, who put his ID back in his pocket, turned around and returned to the car.

Seeing the unknown tanks and Lightning Opel trucks in front of him start to move again, Major Baker, who had always been a little puzzled, felt that he could not get rid of the knot, whether it was the convoy in front of him or the Ramstedt just now. Because there seems to be something wrong with the colonel.

"What's the problem?"