Chapter 2965 I Am Still the Captain as Before

Malachenko did have other plans for Wittmann. If the captured SS's top armored trump card was shot down, it would be too boring.

It is true that Wittmann was a dead man in the existing history, but now that he is still alive and in his hands, Malachenko, who is going with the flow, feels that he needs to make this changed history more "exciting".

When those Western fools who will inevitably break with the Red Camp openly play some "bad performance art cards" in the future, it will be interesting to throw a trump card in the face of the West.

Anyway, there are not a few "dead people" who survived through his hands. As long as he can play his due role and be used for his own purposes, Malachenko does not mind having one more of these people, even if he is an SS.

How to make good use of Wittmann is something that Malachenko, who captured him alive, has to consider, but not now.

As for now, Malashenko has more important things to do, and has no time to think about this "famous" SS armored officer.

"Take him away, but remember to detain and supervise him alone, and don't let him lose anything. I will keep this guy useful. Be sure to pass my words to the corresponding person in charge of the prisoners of war.

"Understood, Comrade Division Commander."

A swift and sharp-eyed guard company squad leader was arranged to handle this matter. After Wittmann and his party were treated for their wounds, they were once again escorted into the army of prisoners and left in an orderly manner.

Iushkin, who had been following Malashenko, listened to and watched the whole process without saying a word, and only then did he step forward and quietly speak to the commander.

"You also ordered the SS to treat the wound. Is there any special reason? I think it's better to let him die."

"Die? It's easy to die, but don't you think it's too easy for them to just die like this and end it all? ”

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Ivushkin had just heard Malashenko say something similar but didn’t understand it. He was about to ask what it meant, but before he could speak, Malashenko’s proactive answer came, and he continued to walk forward and talk.

“From the moment they were defeated and captured, their fate was destined to be dominated by the Red Army; for us, the judgment of their fate is nothing more than atonement and execution, the difference between life and death. ”

“It is true that shooting Wittmann and his men can achieve revenge, but it is limited to revenge. They have become disposable items that can be dealt with as soon as the gunshot is heard, the newspaper is published, and the radio is reported. I am sure that we now have better options than one-time revenge.

"For ordinary SS prisoners, one-time revenge is understandable. After all, the value of those low-level scum is limited to this, and no more can be squeezed out."

"But he is different. His special identity is destined to attract attention as long as he is alive. Not only us, but also the West that will turn against us in the future, and even the whole world. It is far more useful to hold this kind of person alive and make good use of him than to bury him in a grave."

"The key lies in the means, just like a weapon. The actual effect of a weapon on the battlefield ultimately depends on the person who operates it, and the same is true for Wittmann."

"In time, I will transform him into a "weapon", but that is not now. It takes time to prepare plans and actually execute operations. Now we have to save time for more important things. You, me, and all the comrades in the entire leadership division have important tasks waiting to be completed. Are you ready? "

"More important tasks? You mean fighting? There is really a big battle to fight? I heard you say it before, but I thought it was a joke."

Iushkin's excitement can be clearly heard in his words. It's no wonder that our "best gunner in the leadership division" comrade has always been excited and talk nonsense when he hears about a battle. Malashenko, who has long been accustomed to this, just smiled in a positive and calm manner, and there was an extra hint of "mystery" in his smile that made Iushkin feel unfathomable.

"It is a major combat mission, but not all of it. There are other exciting activities. Our division's mission in Berlin has only been completed halfway. The remaining half does not rely on desperate struggles but is equally important and even more exciting. Let's look forward to it for now."

Walking around the King's Square in a wasteland and basically understanding the post-war situation, Malashenko, who knew that there were still a lot of things waiting for him to do, quickly left Iushkin, who was still savoring "Comrade Tank Commander's latest version of the riddle man", and called the jeep that had been prepared to drive to the direction of the division headquarters.

As soon as he stepped into the threshold of the division headquarters' combat hall, Malashenko suddenly appeared in front of him, and there was already a jubilant scene of welcoming a great victory.

At present, although there are still sporadic battles in the defense zone responsible for the leader division, the battles in the main direction have been handled and successfully won. The remaining insignificant spirits in the non-main attack direction will be left to him for the time being.

If they stay still, they can survive for a while longer. But if they really rush forward without thinking, the leading divisions defending the existing contact line will not mind sending a few more Nazis to heaven on the spot. They can choose any artillery shells or bullets, and there will definitely be enough of them.

Finally, the comrades in the division headquarters, who finally had time to take a breath and relax their tense nerves, were enjoying the great joy that had just arrived and immersed in an unprecedented atmosphere of jubilation.

They were just short of lifting up the division commander who had just entered the door and throwing him into the air to cheer. It was not appropriate to do so when the battle was not completely over, right? But this still could not stop Malashenko from being instantly surrounded by the great joy and joy of his comrades.

"Comrade division commander! We won, finally won!"

"We have fought all the way for 41 years! Our efforts have not been in vain! We deserve "in the name of the leader"! We finally sent the news of victory back to the motherland!"

"My mother will be proud of me for this! I swear! I have always dreamed of becoming her hero, and now it has finally come true! There will be no better news than this!"

The young faces were filled with unprecedented joy and happiness, which was exactly the same as the scene Malashenko saw at the foot of the Capitol.

Until the familiar figure that he had been missing for a long time finally came in front of him surrounded by the jubilation of his comrades.

Malashenko, who celebrated with his comrades and shared this unprecedented joy, finally took off his tank cap and saluted.

Just for the important thing that he had always wanted to do since 1941, and now he can finally do it.

"Report to Comrade Political Commissar! Captain Malashenko has led his troops to complete the mission, and the victory flag has been planted on the evil heart of the Nazis, engraving the great victory of the Red Army! Please give your instructions!"