Steel Soviet Union

"Let me introduce you first. How do you call them?"

On the way here, Zhukov had already expressed that Vatutin would chair the meeting and ask questions. Although it was true that he had the highest military rank, there were some things and certain words that were more appropriate for Vatutin, the commander of the front army, to come forward. He understood what Zhukov was saying. Vatuking, who had the idea, did not push back and agreed.

Now, Vatutin, who didn't even bother to talk nonsense with a simple opening statement, went straight to the point. After figuring out the identities of these German guys, he quickly clarified the matter and said it was the best situation.

"I came here to discuss peace matters with your army under the order of Commander Strimmermann. I am leading the team on behalf of Colonel Weickert. These are"

"Okay, no need to say more."

The leader of the Germans had not finished speaking and was just halfway through his speech. Vatutin, who was too lazy to listen to any more unnecessary nonsense, directly raised his hand to stop it.

"You are the leader, I know your name, and you are responsible for speaking. This is enough. I have no need and no interest in knowing the others."

Different from the smiling look when talking to Malashenko, Vatutin seemed to be a completely different person at this moment. The majestic and even ferocious expression on his face was really different from the previous one.

Although he had tried his best to create the aura and appearance that he should have, the leader, Colonel Weickert, still knew very clearly that the pretense made by his group could only be superficial at best.

Respect is determined based on strength. In the current situation, the Russians are fully qualified and able to not give their own side any face. This is the reality.

Colonel Weickert, who acted as if nothing had happened, could not detect the slightest change in expression on his face, as if he did not take Vatutin's rudeness to heart at all, and his next words cut straight to the point. To the point.

"It must be admitted, General Vatutin, that your peace proposal is very constructive, and our Commander Strimmermann also agrees and appreciates it. But on the specific details, I think there are still some differences between us. Although there are certain differences of opinion, it does not mean that it must be resolved with violence.”

"Commander Strimmermann proposed that we calmly consider the peace terms with each other first, maintain the current situation and adjourn for three days. After three days, we will discuss the terms on specific peace matters. I think both of us need some time. Come and prepare, it is too early and too hasty to resolve this peace negotiation today, it is best to think about it first.”

The German guy's speech ended, and correspondingly, Vatutin, Zhukov, and Malashenko across the conference table were astonished and a little surprised, almost thinking that their ears had heard wrong.

On the way to the conference room, Vatutin had already thought of various possibilities for negotiating terms.

For example, the Germans demanded an honorable surrender, and the officers retained their sword weapons. Or maybe the SS are a bunch of rubbish and want decent prisoner treatment, so that they won't be shot on the spot immediately after surrendering, and at least they should be given the same opportunity as the Wehrmacht to be sent to a Siberian farmhouse.

There were countless conditions like this. Vatutin thought that he was fully prepared and had thought of everything in advance, but he still didn't expect that the German would make such an outrageous move.

"Don't get me wrong, German. This is not a peace negotiation between evenly matched armies. It's the great Red Army taking pity on you and giving you the last chance to save your life like throwing a bone to a dog. Don't expect to delay it for three days. Someone will come to rescue you. Manstein's old dog can't even break through our peripheral defenses, and we know your movements clearly. "

The person who spoke was Vatutin's partner as chief of staff. Malashenko, who was a bit forgetful and couldn't remember his name, could only see the fierce and sarcastic expression on his face. His whole face was so exciting. How wonderful, his eyes were like looking at a piece of stinky shit being played for show, and he did not hide his utter sarcasm at all.

To delay time, the Germans' wishful thinking was to wait for reinforcements to come to the rescue. But the Red Army obviously would not be so stupid. In other words, the real idiot was the German who gave the Red Army such funny suggestions. That's right.

As soon as the chief of staff finished speaking, Vatutin, with a sneer on his face, spoke next.

"If you are serious and not joking, then you can go back and tell your idiot commander and ask him if he took medicine this morning, or you may get paranoid and kill yourself."

Faced with Vatutin's unceremonious aggression, Colonel Weickert, who had been well prepared, remained calm and unyielding. He still had the remaining cards in his hand to play.

"I hope you can make it clear, General Vatutin. Although our strength is damaged, our main force is still there, and we still have the strength and confidence to fight to the death. You and your troops should have seen the Waffen SS Viking Armored Division, and the combat effectiveness of the Valoni Panzergrenadier Brigade, we still have this strength and can continue to fight.”

"This special trip to negotiate peace terms is out of respect for your peace initiative. It is not our initiative to ask for surrender. You should understand this. In order to reduce unnecessary casualties on both sides, I suggest that you It is better to seriously consider the proposal I just mentioned. Three days of peace preparation time is not much, and we can fully consider our respective conditions before discussing. "

You say this German guy is fat, but he's still breathing heavily!

Vatugin, who felt both funny and angry in his heart, continued to sneer. At this point, it seemed that there was no need to continue talking. These Germans haven't really recognized themselves yet, and they even came here specifically to show off. Vatutin even regrets giving the Germans an ultimatum and trying to get them to surrender.

"Comrade Commander, is there no need for us to continue talking?"

Vatutin, who was about to get up and leave, did not expect that Malashenko would suddenly ask him a question. Although he didn't know why Malashenko suddenly asked, he still did not hesitate to do so based on his trust in Malashenko. Nod slightly.

"Then I ask for the floor, Comrade Commander. I have something to say to these Germans."

Through eye contact with each other, Vatutin seemed to have guessed what Malashenko probably wanted to say. There was no reason to stop him and he was naturally allowed to speak.

"You just said that our Red Army has seen your Viking Armored Division and that bastard grenadier brigade, so I also want to ask you, have you heard of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division and Malashenko?"

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Nothing better than these two simple punctuation marks can better explain the expressions on the faces of the German guys opposite after hearing Malashenko's words. These two all-too-familiar names are not only the nightmare demons of the besieged German army, but they are definitely regarded as thunderous and evil names for the entire German front-line troops on the Russian battlefield.

"Are you Malashenko? The "Iron Butcher"?"

Faced with this almost subconscious question, Malashenko, who can speak German himself, directly ignored the translator on the side. He stood up from the chair with a sudden sound, raised his right hand and extended his index finger, pointing at the leader. Colonel Weickert cursed straight out of his nose.

"You German scum! Stay where you are! I'll send tanks early tomorrow morning and send you all to the sky!"