Steel Soviet Union

When Comrade Brigade Commander spoke, ordinary soldiers naturally did not dare to show any slights.

Not to mention just looking at it, it was a great honor for me to give this metal chain, which I didn't know what it was. If I guessed correctly, it should be a pocket watch, to Comrade Brigade Commander.

"Look, Comrade Brigadier."

Taking over the metal chain that was frozen stiff from the bearded warrior, Malashenko glanced down and noticed the pendant hanging under the metal chain. It didn't look like a pendant of sufficient weight. The pocket watch feels really light in the hand.

“Please give it back”

"Shut up! You Hitler's dog!"

Captain Hank, whose strong obsession remained undiminished, once again extended his right hand towards Malashenko, who had changed hands. Unexpectedly, such a move angered the bearded soldier who was trying to please the brigade commander.

The bearded warrior who just hated this damn German for talking so hard increased the force on his feet. His size 47 military boots became obviously heavier and continued to put pressure on his chest and ribs.

Captain Hank felt like his lungs were about to burst. If nothing else, several of his ribs were broken, and he almost had no strength to speak.

Malashenko, who did not stop the bearded soldier, glanced at Captain Hank at his feet and said nothing.

The crew members of his own crew who died in the burning wreckage of the tank were at the hands of this group of German armored soldiers. Malashenko had just spoken out and stopped because he was worried about causing trouble and killing people. He had not figured out what he wanted. If such a thing happens under the premise of intelligence, it is obviously not worth the gain.

"Control your own strength, don't get trampled to death."

"Okay, Comrade Brigadier, don't worry!"

He just reminded Malashenko without saying too much. He opened the pendant instantly with a little push of his thumb, and then saw what was contained inside. It was a color photo that was extremely rare in this era. .

A young girl with blond hair blowing in the wind is smiling at Malashenko. The photo is cropped just right to fully reflect the girl's beauty. Her gem-like blue eyes are not too dark and can even be compared to her own family. My precious daughter-in-law.

In this era before beauty cameras and PS photos without makeup are everywhere, such a charming girl will be at least one of the first-tier Hollywood beauties in future generations. Calculated based on 100% Asian aesthetics, it will be at least 95 points and above.

After watching it for a few more seconds, I even felt that her appearance was not inferior to that of Marilyn Monroe.

Um? Marilyn Monroe? Marilyn Monroe is probably not yet an adult now. She is probably just a little girl in a movie, and her tragic life has not had time to really begin.

Being able to put the girl's color photo into the pendant and carry it in his arms, Malashenko has roughly guessed why the German guy who was stepped on has such a strong obsession. This is probably the German guy's only hope on the battlefield. Otherwise, there would be no need to try so desperately to get it back.

"Relax your feet. It's not a pocket watch, it's just a pendant with a picture of a woman. It's not made of gold, so it has no value."

In order to prove the authenticity of his words, Malashenko even waved the pendant and the photo in his hand and gave it to the bearded soldier to take a look at. The bearded soldier looked a little stunned and unbelievable. Malashenko had the thing dangling in his hand and then closed his mouth and stopped talking.

It's just this expression, it's more or less the suffocating feeling of something being choked back.

After moving his feet away, Captain Hank gasped for air. For a moment, he felt like he was about to be trampled to death. It was a miracle that he was still alive at the moment.

"Cough cough cough"

Looking at the breathless expression on the German guy's face, Malashenko slowly shook his head and casually threw the pendant back to him.

Even though he was holding his chest and gasping for breath, Captain Hank, whose eyes never left the pendant, could be said to be quite quick-sighted. He accurately grabbed what Malashenko threw at him and held it tightly. In the palm of my hand, I was afraid that someone would take it by force again.

"The things have been returned to you. Now let's talk about something useful. For example, what is your name and military rank? What happened to the Tiger tank that exploded just now?"

Captain Hank, who looked astonished, was not only surprised that the Russian guy in front of him, wearing a tank cap and a winter coat with no military rank, could speak German, but he was even more horrified that the Russian guy actually knew the name of the new tank he was driving.

This is the second time in history that the No. 6 Tiger heavy tank has been put into actual combat. The model I am driving is another batch of new production after secondary improvements based on the shortcomings exposed in the terrible first battle in Leningrad a few months ago. New tiger.

Captain Hank did not know that Wittmann of the SS had actually captured a Tiger in the ambush and dragged it back for research. This information was tightly blocked and kept secret by the top German officials, and only a few senior officials to know the details. Captain Hank only knew that the Tiger tank's first actual combat performance in Leningrad was not very good, and could even be called "bad".

The performance of the gang of SS hooligans was so bad that they even became one of the laughingstocks of the armored troops of the Wehrmacht. "The gangsters can't drive Tiger tanks" has become a classic joke among my group.

"How does he know about the Tiger tank? Why? Why on earth is this?"

Captain Hank looked so surprised that he even forgot to reply, which made Malashenko, who was waiting impatiently, a little annoyed. Malashenko had no time to continue playing the "What are you looking at" game with this German guy.

"Are you going to answer the question? Do you want to see the thing in your hand get two bullet holes with your own eyes?"

Malashenko's extreme impatience made Captain Hank sober up instantly, and his words almost without thinking came out like a machine gun.

"Hank, Hank Eric Reinhardt! The commander of the first company of the 502nd Independent Heavy Armored Battalion of the Wehrmacht, with the rank of captain!"

"That Tiger tank is my own command vehicle. The superior ordered that if the vehicle is abandoned on the battlefield, it must be destroyed to prevent you from seizing it intact. I left a delayed grenade on the ammunition rack and pulled the fuse when I left. I blew up my own tank myself."

It was a good thing that the German could speak sensibly, but Malashenko still had questions in his mind that could not be answered.

"And what about the other two Tigers? Did you leave extra-long fuses in them that wouldn't explode until after Christmas?"