Steel Soviet Union

Different from ordinary harsh words, Malashenko's harsh words were like stabbing people in the heart.

Just a few seconds ago, the SS First Class Assault Group Captain even nodded frequently to Malashenko with a smile on his face, mistakenly thinking that the notorious Russian officer sitting in front of him really understood and was afraid. Facing the powerful intimidation of the SS cavalry, he surrendered to this unparalleled majesty and no longer chose to continue to resist.

My efforts to come here for this trip were not in vain, and I successfully completed this task that was almost impossible in the eyes of others, and this was based on self-recommendation.

He actually succeeded in persuading everyone’s biggest problem, the “Iron Butcher,” to surrender! What a great credit and honor this is!

When he thought of this and all this, the SS First Class Assault Battalion Captain, who was extremely excited, was filled with joy. Based on this alone, he can almost predict the great rewards he will receive in the future, because even two levels of promotion is probably not an exaggeration for this rare achievement!

Obtaining a corpse and successfully persuading the enemy to surrender are completely different things in the sky and on the ground. They are completely incomparable. What's more, the opponent's difficulty and "dangerous reputation" are far beyond what the average Russian brigade commander can compare with.

But the joy of Mr. SS First Class Assault Group Captain did not last long. The damn Russian guy opposite him who was really unpredictable and unexpected immediately made a huge joke, which was equivalent to He spit directly on his face.

At this time, the other party was still so ignorant and eager to show off his power. This was what the SS First Class Assault Group Captain did not expect.

Later generations of American war history scholars once described it this way in their works: The gentleness and easy-going attitude of those SS soldiers were all pretense. If you can peel off their disguise with your own hands, you will see and understand next. What kind of bloodthirsty, ferocious, and dehumanized bipedal beast lies beneath this superficial disguise.

Although what Malashenko did was not enough to completely expose this hypocritical disguise, it was to a similar extent, enough to anger this beast of disguise.

Sitting on the chair, he felt his face turn red and green, changing colors. He silently swore in his heart that he had never been so humiliated in front of him.

It's as if his life is a gift from the Russian guy in front of him, and he can kill himself at any time if he wants. This is simply ridiculous!

He didn't realize that everything he complained about was actually the most real truth at the moment, or he simply chose to ignore it subjectively and deliberately turned a blind eye.

Regardless of the situation, the only fact that can be determined at the moment is that the SS First Class Assault Group Captain was furious. His face was so angry that he almost went berserk, but in the end he chose to swallow his anger and suppress it.

The objective reality that forms are stronger than people has yet to make this first-level assault brigade captain completely lose his mind.

Faced with Malashenko's rude words and extreme arrogance, the captain of the first-class assault brigade, who slowly stood up from behind the table, did not say any more useless words, let alone the incompetent rage in the worst case scenario. He just walked around. After opening the table, he slowly came to Malashenko's side and spoke softly and quietly in a calm tone.

"We will meet again, Colonel Malashenko, just like you just said, on the battlefield later. Then we will have a showdown and solve problems in a real way between men. "

"Now, I think we have nothing to talk about. I am going to take my people and leave. The heroic Soviet hero will not kill the envoy who comes to negotiate, right? Am I right? Colonel Malashenko. "

It can be said that the reaction of the German guy in front of him was completely within his expectations. Malashenko was able to determine from the other party's words and expressions that he was a negotiator with good psychological quality and insightful ability, at least compared to those who did not master negotiation. This is true for basic people.

Malashenko, who had his own plans in mind, smiled faintly when he heard the words, and the words that made the big stone in the heart of the first-level assault brigade leader quietly fall to the ground were blurted out without thinking.

"I want to give you my last words before I leave. When you go back, remember to get a basin of water, wash your neck clean, and rub away the dust and mud on it."

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The captain of the first-level assault brigade looked at Malashenko with a somewhat complicated look. His brows were furrowed and he couldn't figure out what the Russian guy in front of him wanted to say.

"If you can't wash it clean, my hands will be dirty when I take your head off your shoulders. Mom should have taught you to be clean since you were a child, so that you will be liked by others."

"Oh, sorry, that's a little offensive. I don't know if you have a mother yet. Please don't mind."

The captain of the first-level assault team, who was still stuck in place, felt like he was about to burst. He had never seen such a eloquent mouth. His words were a critical hit, and he could make you so angry that you couldn't find any effective words to say back. of russians. It was like he was leading me by the nose, scolding me as I walked!

The captain of the first-class assault brigade, who swore he couldn't stay for another minute, said nothing. He clapped a pair of leather gloves in his hand and rushed out of the door first. He didn't even think about Malashenko. Look more.

As soon as the leading brother left, the younger brothers behind him hurriedly followed and left the house as if they were afraid of being left behind, unwilling to stay here even for a second longer.

Seeing that all the Fascist lackeys in the room were gone, Major Varosha, who had been waiting behind Malashenko, stepped forward, leaned his head towards the ear of the brigade commander, and quietly said Open your mouth.

"Are we just going to let them go? Comrade Brigadier, should we kill these fascist pigs? It's not too late to do it now, we just need you to give the order immediately."

As the saying goes, if you are not in your position, you will not be in charge. Although Major Varosha's idea is reasonable and very simple, Malashenko, as the leader of a brigade, has appropriate thoughts and thinking corresponding to his position.

"Let them go. We can't be the first to break the rules. Besides, killing these guys now will not help or have any effect."

"I dare to bet you that as soon as the gunshots from our side are fired, the group of SS lunatics outside the village will definitely take action immediately. Let a few of them go back to report the news, which can at least delay it for a little longer, even if it is just a few minutes. It’s very beneficial for us.”