Steel Soviet Union

Chapter 885 Let’s have some jokes

The sharp dagger penetrated the palm of his hand and nailed the whole palm firmly into the frozen soil. Iushkin, who was surprisingly powerful, in a flash of lightning, used the dagger that had been prepared in his sleeve to block the oncoming stab to the chest. The bayonet came and flew away instantly, and then immediately followed the trend with a backhand blow to complete the counterattack.

One hand was stepped on by Iushkin's big foot, and the other hand was firmly nailed into the soil by the dagger that passed through the palm.

Major Baker, unable to move his hands, could only feel the sharp pain that had torn his soul apart. However, Major Baker, who was already numb from the pain, could not even utter the tragic wail just now. , let alone understand the meaning of the extremely mocking Russian spoken by the opponent.

"Don't kill him, Iushkin. If you kill him, there will be no more fun."

The reminder rang out from the side made Iushkin, who was enjoying himself, raise his lips, and the Bobosha submachine gun he had been carrying in his right hand turned the muzzle again.

Da da da da——

"Uhhh!!!"

"Huh? It turns out you still have the energy to shout. You're in good health, German."

After a few more shots to ensure that the entire right arm was completely disabled, and convinced that the useless man lying on the ground could no longer use his hands, Iushkin, who followed Malashenko's order, then raised his right foot and moved his body. Step aside.

Major Baker, who felt that his vision was a little blurry, could barely raise his head and saw a rather tall figure walking towards him. The familiar figure was the guy who had just punched him and sent him flying backwards.

"Can you hear it? The sound coming from the bridgehead."

What surprised Major Baker was that the words spoken by the other party were actually in German that he could fully understand, and this strange, special and familiar accent was that of Ramsch who was on the bridge just now. Colonel Tyne.

"If you don't understand, I'll translate it for you. The voice coming from the bridgehead is "Victory, we won", but it's just Russian."

"You you are"

"Hmm? You recognized me, that's right. After all, we just met each other not long ago, so you won't forget me so quickly."

Colonel Fritz could hear the roar of machinery coming from the Don Bridge, which was rumbling by, and the celebrations on the bridgehead were echoing with it, playing a movement of victory, but this joy of victory But it doesn't belong to one's own side.

"This is what you wanted, now give it to you."

The tall figure squatting in front of him was thrown away casually, and Major Baker, who was lying on the ground unable to move, only felt something heavy hit his chest lightly.

He struggled to raise his head and looked at his chest. What he saw in front of him was a pressing rod made of all metal. The detonator pressing rod was only one step short of being able to blast the entire Don River Bridge into the sky in an instant.

"How on earth did you know the location of the backup detonator? This is impossible! Who told you?! Traitor, this person betrayed the Führer!"

Malashenko, who seemed to be amused, showed a slightly weird smile, then raised his hand to hold the Wehrmacht cap on his head, finally revealing his entire face so that the other party could see it. Be clearer.

"If you want to know that much, I'll tell you."

"Seventy years from now, all the details about the surprise attack on the Don Bridge will be recorded in the archives. A country called Russia, or "New Russia" in the capitalist world, is on this land. ”

"You're really lucky. You happened to run into me. I knew from the beginning that spare detonators were placed on the Don River Bridge. If it had been anyone else, you would have been killed by now, oh , no, it has become a frozen corpse lying on the bridge, and I like to play something different. "

Major Baker, who had no idea what the other party was talking about, was left with a look of shock and surprise. What exactly would the future and New Russia be after seventy years? What is this weird man in front of me talking nonsense about? ?

From the expression on Major Baker's face, he already got the answer he was waiting for.

Malashenko, who no longer showed any expectations, seemed to have lost interest, so he took off the large-brimmed military hat on his head, threw it at Major Baker's face, and covered his face.

"This is your last chance to tell me the defense status of Karachi Town. The major should have the right to know, right?"

Having received too many messages in a short period of time, I was already a little confused, or more appropriately, gibbering. The answer he received from Malashenko was just an angry and disdainful roar, with basically no trace of his remaining attachment to life.

"Ask your bitch mother, damn Russia"

boom--

A sudden, clear gunshot echoed under the silent bridge.

The face hidden under the military cap was shot through. His head was covered with blood, and his brain mixed with thick blood gurgled out of the wound like a fountain. There were still traces of strands coming from the muzzle of the Ruger P08 gun in his hand. The smoky Malashenko shook his head and stood up.

"There is no shortage of these fanatical followers of Hitler at any time. What a waste of mood."

Malashenko, who successfully prevented the destruction of the Don Bridge, led his crew towards the bridgehead. The scene of a Wehrmacht colonel leading three Soviet tank crews talking and laughing seemed a bit weird.

"What did you just say to the German guy? Why did his expression become so twisted?"

Iushkin does not understand German, so what exactly Malashenko said just now is obviously worth mentioning.

Facing the question from Iushkin, Malashenko, who smiled calmly as if nothing had happened, had obviously already prepared the answer.

"I told the German guy that Hitler had hemorrhoids, and his adopted mistress, Eva, stabbed him in the eye with a steel rod. He screamed in pain and ran out of the bunker. When he ran to the door, he was killed by him. The big wolfdog I raised stumbled and jumped on the hot dog poop that had just been pulled out, leaving his mouth full of fragrant smell, causing pain and happiness. "

The air froze for a moment and no other sounds could be heard, followed immediately by an explosive burst of laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"This joke should be copied down and put into artillery shells and hit on the German positions. I bet someone will believe it. They will!"

Lavrinenko, who had just jumped off the tank, suddenly heard the roar of laughter coming from under the bridge, and thought that Malashenko, a desperate commando captain, took his own crew to personally dismantle the backup detonator. Lavrinenko, who almost had "I'm so panicked" written on his face, ran as fast as he could and turned over the nearby railing.

"Oh, damn! Malashenko, you bastard! I almost shot a German colonel!"

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