Steel Soviet Union

I originally thought that the cold-looking Malashenko would directly shoot these SS prisoners of war or bury them alive on the spot. Reporter William, who was extremely uneasy in his heart, heard such assurances from Malashenko. , finally feeling relieved, a big stone in my heart fell to the ground.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Major, yes, I mean I thank you, thank you very much! This is my personal wish, but it also represents all of our prisoners."

Facing the gushing gratitude from reporter William, Malashenko, who felt a little disgusted in his heart, quickly waved his hand to indicate that he could stop temporarily.

Malashenko, who has his own plan in mind, still has a lot to exploit for reporter William, who is proficient in Russian and a special front-line reporter for the German newspaper Volksobserver.

"Okay, Reporter William, I have solved your problem, now, I need you to do me a favor."

Without waiting for the doubtful reporter William to ask, Malashenko, who raised his right arm and pointed at the group of SS prisoners of war, immediately followed.

"Call me the person with the highest official position among these guys. I have something to ask him."

He did not dare to hesitate in giving Malashenko an order. Knowing that his side's fate was now entirely in the hands of the Soviet tank major, reporter William immediately turned around and moved towards a person in the crowd of prisoners who was standing behind him. The SS officer, whose face could not even be seen clearly, spoke loudly.

"Clausheim, over here, Mr. Major of the Soviet Army wants to ask you something."

Faced with the loud shouting of reporter William, the SS officer who originally wanted to calm down the incident and escaped by hiding among the prisoners couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"This idiot office worker from Berlin! Do you think those Ivans are your good friends? He actually worked so hard to help in the middle. Why did the newspaper send such a waste to interview on the front line!"

Although the angry Clauseheim was unwilling to give in, the young SS convoy commander was finally forced to squeeze out of the prisoner team due to the helplessness of the current situation. He raised his hands above his head and hit the two guerrillas. He walked forward under escort with guns raised.

Clauseheim, who said nothing, just stood there with his head in his hands and looked at Malashenko quietly, while Malashenko, who said nothing, was silent for a long time and looked at her carefully. After finishing the SS officer in front of him, he broke the silence and spoke first.

"Reporter William, tell him to report his position to me and show his military ID, and then we can discuss some other more specific issues."

Reporter William, who could understand the Russian meaning of Malashenko's words, did so truthfully. Krauseheim, who knew nothing about Russian, answered truthfully after listening to reporter William's translation.

"Waffen-SS Assault Squadron Leader II Derek Clauseheim, attached to the 2nd Logistics Battalion of the Waffen-SS Reich Division. The ID is in the breast pocket of my jacket, but I think you are still in charge. It’s better to take it out, William.”

From Clauseheim's words, it was obvious that the Waffen SS officer was somewhat dissatisfied with his service to the Soviet army. It was natural that William could make a name for himself in the big dye vat of journalists. Not a fool.

Reporter William, who understood that it was useless to talk about the current situation, quickly took out the military ID card from Clauseheim's jacket pocket and handed it to Malashenko.

"Mr. Major, Clauseheim is a second-level assault squadron leader of the Waffen-SS and is affiliated with the 2nd Logistics Supply Battalion of the Imperial Division. In addition, this is his ID. Please take a look."

Malashenko, who could not understand German, could still detect the obvious smell of gunpowder in the conversation between the two people just now. It is no wonder that, after all, the armed SS, who are loyal followers of Hitler, have always looked down upon the motherland the most. Traitors, especially those who actively serve the enemy, even after they themselves become prisoners.

He reached out to open the thin officer's ID card and looked at the black and white photo on it, and then roughly glanced at the face of the SS officer in front of him.

After confirming that the military officer's ID card was indeed his own, Malashenko immediately threw the ID card back into reporter William's arms, and blurted out words with almost no emotional meaning again.

"I want to know the specific list of goods carried in these trucks, everything. From the caliber of bullets to the total quantity of medicines carried, you'd better not lie to me, otherwise I can't guarantee that I will be taken to the labor camp. Will someone die on the way due to an irresistible accident?”

After listening to what Malashenko said, reporter William couldn't help but trembled with shock at the cold murderous intent. He didn't dare to say anything, and immediately translated all the content to the side, verbatim and faithfully. of Clauseheim.

Clauseheim, who was not surprised by Malashenko's request, was a little angry, but the current situation did not allow him to make any other choices.

"The first three trucks carried cheese, butter, coffee powder, sausages, and large boxes of bread slices. The middle two trucks carried some field hospital medicines. I don't know exactly what they are because I'm not a doctor. I just know that this is what the front line desperately needs.”

"The trucks at the back are all full of arms, including boxes of Mauser rifle bullets and machine gun bullet chains. There are also some fully automatic weapons that are urgently needed for position defense and street fighting, such as submachine guns and machine guns, all packed in full boxes. It doesn’t carry any heavy weapons and related accessories, that’s all.”

Reporter William, who was only thinking about how to save his own life, immediately and truthfully translated what Clauseheim said to Malashenko.

Malashenko, who listened carefully, soon became interested in one of the contents after learning all the information.

"Lavery, bring your crew to help me keep an eye on this reporter and SS officer. I will need them later."

"Kiril, Seryosha, Nikolai, Iushkin, the four of you come with me and see what treasures the Germans have prepared for us in the truck."

Malashenko, who led his entire crew into battle, quickly passed by the guerrillas who were escorting the prisoners, and came to the German truck in the eyes of those guerrillas who raised their hands in salute and expressed gratitude and admiration. The back of the line.

If what Clauseheim said is true, then the boxes and boxes of brand-new German-made fully automatic weapons and ammunition he mentioned should be stored in these last few trucks.