Chapter 143 Reporter William

Looking sideways at the blond and blue-eyed man in a suit who looked more like a big city company employee than an SS soldier, Malashenko, curious about his true identity, immediately turned around and asked.

"I don't think you look like one of these SS soldiers. I want to know your true identity and name, sir."

Facing the question in fast-talking Russian from Malashenko's mouth, the man in a suit who understood every word of it immediately replied to Malashenko in the same Russian.

"I am William Heizersem Elihofen, a special correspondent for the German People's Observer, a Soviet major. My mission this time is to photograph and record the hard work of the SS logistics troops and their important role in the victory of the front-line troops, and to report on them in columns after sending them back to the country, which plays an important role in promoting achievements and informing the people."

Fuck! No wonder he looks so literary like a white-collar clerk in a big company. It turns out that this guy is a front-line war correspondent.

After taking a look at the obviously bulging satchel on William's waist, Malashenko, curious about what was in it and wanting to verify the authenticity of his words, pointed at the satchel and moved his fingers.

"No problem, Major, please check it."

William, who was very clear about his current status as a prisoner, naturally knew that he had no bargaining or refusal. After Malashenko gestured with his hand, he took off the satchel from his waist and handed it to Malashenko respectfully with both hands.

After quietly taking a look at William's facial expression and finding that he was normal, the cautious Malashenko took the heavy satchel with one hand, opened the leather flap with one hand, and then stared into the satchel.

The first thing Malashenko took out with one hand was an old-fashioned camera that was heavier than a brick.

This kind of thing with a sense of age would definitely sell for a good price if it was placed in the future before Malashenko traveled through time, but in the war-torn World War II, it can only be an ordinary camera.

After a rough inspection of the camera, Malashenko immediately returned it to reporter William and motioned him to take it. With both hands free, Malashenko continued to search for paper documents and materials in the bag. Most of them were some rough handwritten interview manuscripts and correspondence and telegrams between newspapers. There was nothing that Malashenko was too interested in.

"Okay, reporter William, I believe your identity, and you speak Russian well. Now you need to tell me which Waffen SS unit this SS logistics unit belongs to. Just tell me their division-level unit number."

Not surprised by the question that followed Malashenko's mouth, reporter William took the bag that Malashenko handed back with one hand and continued to speak immediately.

"The ones you defeated and captured were the logistics and supply troops under the Waffen-SS Imperial Division. Our mission and destination were originally to deliver food supplies, weapons and medicines to the Imperial Division troops on the front line, but we deviated from the planned route due to your Soviet artillery bombardment halfway."

"There seems to be something wrong with the map in our hands. We turned left and right along the war zone for a long time but couldn't find the exact location of the Imperial Division. Just when we were about to return to the original route and try to find another road, gunshots suddenly rang out, and then you and your tank troops arrived."

As Malashenko guessed in his heart, this transport convoy loaded with supplies was undoubtedly affiliated with the SS Imperial Division that was still fighting to the death in the Yelnya war zone.

After hearing the truthful answer from reporter William, Malashenko nodded slightly in satisfaction. For reporters who were unarmed war zone interviewers, Malashenko, who came from the future, still maintained the most common mutual respect between people.

"Do you have any requests, reporter William? Telling me so many useful things is not because you are loyal to our Soviet socialism, right? If that's the case, I suggest you try to communicate with our intelligence department. They should need to train people like you into spies."

After hearing the chatty words from Malashenko, he was a little surprised. In his impression, the Soviet soldiers and officers captured by the German army always had a stiff face or were terrified. It was the first time for reporter William to come into close contact with such a confident and humorous Soviet officer, but now he has become a Soviet prisoner of war, which makes reporter William feel a little regretful.

"I hope you and your troops can treat our German prisoners of war in accordance with the Geneva Convention. They are just a group of soldiers who have laid down their weapons. They surrender to you and your troops for the purpose of peace and reducing unnecessary casualties. They deserve fair and reasonable treatment according to the Geneva Convention."

After hearing the words from reporter William, he couldn't help laughing. For the "unreasonable request" in the mouth of this reporter, Malashenko, who shook his head slowly, could only respond with a slightly helpless and funny reply.

"Reporter William, first of all, I want to emphasize one thing to you, that is, we, the Soviet Union, are not a party to the Geneva Convention. In theory, we are not bound by and restricted by this shitty treaty."

"Secondly, don't think I don't know that your German army, especially the SS, abused and massacred our Soviet prisoners of war. It was you, Germany, who took the lead in breaking the restrictions of the Geneva Convention as a signatory. There is no paper that can cover fire in this world."

"The ancient Chinese in the East have such an old saying, do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you. When your German army massacred our Soviet prisoners of war, you should have thought that there would be a day when you would be retributed by our Soviet army. Before massacring other people's prisoners of war, you should be prepared to have your own prisoners of war massacred. If you don't even have this awareness, I can only say that your German high-ranking officials are really a bunch of idiots."

Malashenko's extremely fast rebuttal was instantly speechless. William, a reporter who wanted to fight back against Malashenko, felt a little guilty for a while because his weakness was poked. After all, he saw with his own eyes that the combat unit of the Imperial Division had just shot and killed a group of hundreds of Soviet prisoners of war a few days ago.

Seeing that William, the reporter, was blushing after what he said, Malashenko, who knew how dirty the SS's massacre of prisoners of war and civilians was because of his identity as a time traveler, did not intend to continue to pester him.

"The only thing I can assure you is that my troops and I are a regular Soviet combat unit that abides by military discipline, not a group of bloodthirsty butchers. As for the process of reform in the labor camp after you are escorted away, it is not within my jurisdiction."