Steel Soviet Union

"You should be more low-key, Brigadier General Malashenko. I heard your name mentioned by the German sentries when I stole prisoners. They called you "Iron Butcher". All the Germans in the city know you. Although you scare them, you should be low-key. Experienced hunters will target you, just like I targeted those German officials."

Malashenko had received a warning from the city hunter Boris, but to be honest, Malashenko did not take these words to heart at the time.

After all, the Germans have been targeting him for a long time. As early as before the Battle of Stalingrad, Malashenko knew that the Germans knew his name and had indeed targeted him and his troops.

To be honest, Malashenko himself did not want to be like this. It is actually good to be honest and low-key. The most ideal life trajectory is to do the German stick silently.

But there are always some things in this world that cannot be transferred by human willpower. No matter how much you don't want to, no matter how much you escape, these things will hit you accurately when they come. As the saying goes, you can't hide.

After being targeted by the Germans for a long time, Malashenko was not panicked, but more calm.

There is no way to avoid this kind of thing that is destined to happen just by thinking about it. The double edge of the sword will always exist objectively. Thinking of ways to deal with it better is the best solution.

But when this German lieutenant colonel who looked like a street beggar brought up this matter again, Malashenko, who was completely unprepared, was still slightly stunned.

"You know my name, and know about me and my troops?"

Malashenko asked again with a calm face, and the German lieutenant colonel, who was still kneeling on the ground, just smiled miserably.

"Do you think you are hiding well? Have you always felt that way?"

Malashenko was silent, as if he was thinking about something, and the German lieutenant colonel, who was sure that his guess was correct, spoke again.

"Your name is well-known not only in the Sixth Army, but even in Berlin."

"Commander Paulus often mentions your name. No matter where the battle is fierce, there will always be traces of you and your No. 177 heavy tank in the reports from the front line. From the No. 1 railway station to Mamayev Kurgan, you have destroyed all the important combat plans we have arranged, just like a fly flying into the broth."

"There are many people who are collecting intelligence about you, and they even don't hesitate to mobilize your Russian traitors. Commander Paulus once joked that after taking Stalingrad, he would hang you on the lamppost in the central square of the city, let your body rot and turn into a skeleton, and hang a sign around your neck saying "This is the end." "

The German lieutenant colonel described everything vividly, and his tone became more and more crazy as he spoke, without any of the behavior of a prisoner.

"How is it? Are you surprised? Or do you think you are as low-key as a soldier? No one will ever know and no one can catch you?"

Malachenko has forgotten how long it has been since he met someone who dared to talk to him like this.

What was the fate of the last German who dared to talk to him in this tone? In short, it was definitely not very good.

Since crossing to this era that does not belong to him, what Malachenko hates most is this group of disgusting scums who are anti-human and engaged in genocide, speaking to him in a high-handed tone, like God questioning and judging ordinary people.

Malachenko does not deny that there are people with conscience in this huge group of German troops. In fact, even among the demons of hell, there are magic swordsmen Sparta. Such brave men who stand up to protect mankind, let alone a group of humans who originally live in the mortal world?

But when encountering real scum, this disgusting evil really will not let any person with justice bring up even a little sympathy and compassion.

The truth that winners are kings and losers are bandits is eternal, and the loser should have a respectful attitude of crawling on the ground and looking up at the winner.

Since he doesn't value his own life, Malashenko asked himself whether there was any need to continue playing nonsense games with this German guy.

"You disgusting scums have invaded our motherland and trampled on our land! The people on this land have lived here for generations, working from sunrise to sunset. Our communist ideals hope that everyone can live a prosperous and beautiful ideal life without oppression and exploitation, and you fascist running dogs are the tramplers of all this!"

"You have brought death, plague, war, and torture to our land. How can you talk about justice with you scums? What have the people living on this land done wrong? Why do you deserve your so-called conquest? Even if you are about to be crushed under the steel tracks and your life is in danger, you still dare to talk to me in such a condescending tone!?"

"Who do you think you are? Since you don't know, let me tell you, you are a maggot wriggling in the feces of the toilet. Standing here makes me feel sick and want to vomit! The perverse theories you believe in are simply worthless garbage!"

"But I still have one thing to ask you. When you go to another world, don't forget to tell those bastards who killed them, and tell them that man's name is Malashenko! One day I will go there Your land, your motherland, your capital, spit on those dirty and ugly undead!”

Malashenko, who kills people all day long, can feel that there is something abnormal about him. Just as "war turns us all into monsters" said, the hysteria from nerves in an emotional state is often the most obvious.

Malashenko grabbed the collar of the German lieutenant colonel and spat on his face, roaring. Malashenko pushed hard with both hands. The German lieutenant colonel, whose center of gravity was unstable, staggered backward and sat on the ground.

There are many privileges that the winner can exercise. Malashenko, who has completely exposed the cold side of human nature, does not want to use any hypocrisy to cover up. The fool who is stubborn and cannot recognize his identity and current situation has his place. Places to go.

"Give me the gun!"

Captain Varosha, who had been standing next to Malashenko and couldn't understand German at all, couldn't help but be stunned when he faced the sudden Russian in Malashenko's mouth. But Malashenko, who couldn't wait any longer, didn't even give Captain Varosha time to react. He grabbed the Bobosha that Captain Varosha was holding and grabbed it by himself. hands.