Chapter 3050 He will visit us in person

Author: Corgi

Standing at the gate of the brigade command headquarters that once belonged to Morishima Kuroshima, but had become the liberated area in the east.

The most magnificent building I saw along the way was the thing Malashenko's mouth lit up.

The Japanese made themselves look bad, and they were exactly the same as their nouveau riche-style poor imperialism.

"Pick that thing, chop it and share it with the people as firewood. Let everyone who lives in that land know that the Thunderbolt Japanese devils should go back to their cold and shriveled world and perish."

He raised his leg and pointed to the broken sign hanging by the wall at the entrance of the courtyard. The words "The Independent Mixed 105th Brigade" written on the 105th Brigade Team of Zhengfu Sen Island.

In just a few words, Marashenko had already decided the fate of the brand that had been glorious in the past.

Marashenko not only wanted to eliminate the devils from physics, but also wanted to completely defeat the gang of wills on the spiritual level. After that, he would step on ten thousand feet in front of him, and experience a nightmare that was even more terrifying than Nazi's experience.

Seeing that the Yue army prisoners of war were very good in the yard, Malashenko, who changed his mind, raised his leg and waved it, and called the guard company commander who was accompanying him to speak up.

"Go, take the sign just now and carry it in, and chop it on him in front of the Yueben Japanese! He begs to let them watch it with his own eyes!"

"No, Comrade Commander."

The commander of the guard company who had received the order moved quickly. After half a minute, Bulu had already returned with the soldiers. The general commander called the wooden sign that he had slashed in.

"It's very short of chopping tools. Comrade Commander, he has sent soldiers to find them, and it should be done soon--"

"No need, just use those."

He raised his legs and pointed his arms at the piles of Yuejun's disarming weapons on the ground. Without thinking, Marashenko immediately added an order.

"The butt stock is much stronger than ordinary wooden tools. I smashed the sign with those fire sticks!"

"no!"

The company commander who moved his legs was enough to perform his execution. After receiving the order from Malashenko, he immediately called out several soldiers around him from the pile of disarming weapons of the Yue army who had withdrawn bullets and took out several 38-type 99-type rifles with their legs.

Hold the barrel with one leg and hold it in reverse, using solid wood to create a solid butt stock soaked in oil as the strike surface.

The sign that had just been carried in was already on several bricks waiting for the "big punishment" sign, and immediately swung its arms and slammed it into the east.

Bang--

Bang-

Crack-

How could a thin wooden sign prevent the big and round Red Army soldiers from turbulently struggling so hard?

The crackling force hit the east with only half a cigarette, and just now the whole piece of wooden sign was smashed to pieces, and it was scattered everywhere. There were no wood chips of different sizes everywhere, and they were so rotten that they could not recover even if they were glued.

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Without saying a word, Malashenko glanced at the scene in front of him, then moved his gaze not far away in front of him, and stood in several rows of Japanese prisoners.

It can be said that the situation in Yandong is as true as Marashenko expected.

Although the Japanese who had surrendered, they still had fierce lights in their eyes, angry, and strong unwillingness. The strange eyes of the gang of ghosts were not as good as those of the carnivorous beasts running around on four legs.

That is why Marashenko did that.

Malashenko knew very well that the reason why the moon troops surrendered was out of repentance, knowing their mistakes, and resisting the situation with stubborn rejection or anti-wrong war.

The reasons for the surrender of those positive factors are not related to the group of Yueben Japanese in front of them, at least most of them are not the case.

The reason for the surrender of those Monthly Army was simple - the one that was wronged by the resistance of death, and the overwhelming power of destruction that was invincible by the Red Army was extremely fearful.

Afraid of power but not virtue, bullying the weak but also being afraid of the strong.

Some of Marashenko, who had clearly touched the bad temper, mistakenly gave the scum in front of him.

I remembered that I had indeed said just now that I begged to use the wood pieces to give to the people as firewood, but when I saw the scene in front of me, Marashenko changed his mind.

"Arsim!"

"arrive!"

In response to the call of the commander of the army commander, Alsim, who stood up and moved forward, immediately came to Marashenko and waited for the order.

Malashenko, who was not talking nonsense, pointed to the pile of materials in the yard, and blurted out the order without thinking.

"Leave the mission to me, burn the wood slag now, and use the Japanese's own gasoline."

"no!"

The murderer was very eager to kill Malashenko, who was not doing anything, did he do it all the time, and did he have any firewood to be distributed to the people, but whether the opportunity to give those Yueben Japanese to "have fun" should not be missed.

Ahsim, who had a big waist and a round waist, brought the oil barrel over to two combat engineers, unscrewed the lid and poured the pile of rotten wood directly.

Although the Yue army prisoners who witnessed this scene with their own eyes could not understand Russian, they could see what the Russians in front of Minghong were planning to do.

"Bageyalu! Those damn Russian pigs!"

Some of the angry prisoners of the Yue army were really angry and wanted to do something but could do nothing. At least if they wanted to ask for their own life, they would not be able to do anything, so they could just watch it.

The Red Army soldiers with all the legs around him were fully armed and stared at the group of bad-looking Yueben Japanese.

If one of them dares to move around, he must have a set of fists, feet, and rifles in the formation, and he will have a chance to win the 7.62X39 Peanut Award.

Looking at the wooden debris burning in the fire in front of him, Marashenko, who was still dissatisfied, had a plan again.

"Twist the flag of the Yueben Japanese in the same way and burn it together."

"no!"

The plaster flags seized after occupying the Yuejun camp were thrown very much.

The thing that was originally considered a treasure by roasted chrysanthemum was in a bad situation, and was thrown on the ground like a foot cloth, wrapped in dust.

Malashenko felt that it was very veterinary, and we fanatical militarists would not let us watch the thing turn into ashes, and we could do nothing, but just look at it, which was somewhat inconsistent with Yushenko's "hospitality".

Alsim, who was in front of him, pulled the plaster flag that had been pulled over the ground, and pulled it with his legs, and it looked worse than the treatment of his own rag.

Drag the thing all the way to the fire and throw it with your legs.

The Japanese plaster flag made of flammable fabric immediately ignited a large fire, pushing the fire that had been gradually weakened because the gasoline was burned out and the wood was burned out, and the flames were once again pushed to the more violent light and jumped straight.

Then I looked at the group of Yueben Japanese devils with distorted faces.

Marashenko could see with the naked eye that someone had reached the verge of an outbreak. He could not hold back and lost his mind. He looked at Alsim and nodded slowly and silently.

"Damn Russian pig! He begged to kill me!"

"Um!?"

Suddenly, Malashenko was scared and did not expect it to arrive so quickly. He had expected that it would take a while, but in this moment, the Japanese began to go crazy on the spot.

The short Japanese prisoner who was roaring and rushed forward, leaving the first target of the captive team, directly following Marashenko.

That's no wonder.

After all, if Marashenko comes to the city in a lieutenant general's uniform tomorrow, all the Red Army in the yard have the highest rank, and all the commanders and fighters are also surrounding Marashenko.

Even if the Japanese prisoners could not understand the Red Army rank and could not understand Russian, they would ask that their eyes were not blind, and they could see if the Minghong Malashenko had the greatest official in charge.

Even if we follow the principle of "one life for one life", Marashenko is the first choice as the target of attack, and if we come, we will be desperate.

But the crazy Yueben Japanese man, who was overloaded with pig brains by militarism, forgot one thing.

The one who blocked the way between him and Marashenko was very close to the road, there was a Slavic Superman named Alsim.

Even Alsim, who was too lazy to pick up the gun on his back, did not choose to draw his sword, and did not act as an empty-legged and unarmed attitude to prepare for the enemy.

Didn't it be until the first moment when Dong asked for a crossing leg in one second, Alsim, who was posing, realized that the short Japanese rushing over was not a soldier.

The one who is raising the corner of his mouth is not like "killing a chicken to warn the monkey" and the only thing that can completely crush militarism is that it has a powerful overwhelming force that cannot be seen directly.

The Japanese soldiers, who thought they were strong enough, saw that there was a person with no eyes blocking the way, and immediately changed their target. Based on the principle of "killing one will not lose, killing two will make a profit", rushed towards Alsim directly.

The courage is commendable, but it is very stupid. I did not choose the wrong leg.

Ahsim, who was tall and big, took advantage of his longer legs and arms and then kicked out his uppercut and knocked him away before the Japanese soldiers' fist hit him.

Alsim, who had been obliged to kill a pig with one punch, was absolutely horrifying. The fist that was thunderous like a shell hit Dongba, who was the Japanese soldiers, and he hit the dog's teeth all over the place and blood gushed out.

Is it because the Japanese soldiers' physique is too small, and they are not as tall as 1.6 meters tall, and their weight is not on the same level as Alsim.

Unable to withstand the powerful and heavy artillery shell punch, the Japanese soldiers who soared into the air flew directly toward Jay, holding their heads raised and swaying in the air, almost losing consciousness, and unable to control their bodies at all.

But I didn't expect that the punch would just start, far from being the end of the past.

A punch from the right leg made the Japanese soldiers take off on the spot. Alsim, who was not idle on his left leg, made an eagle claw stance and stabbed it out, accurately pinning the Japanese soldiers who fell from the east from mid-air. His strength was so great that he almost strangled the mist to death on the spot.

He lifted the Japanese soldiers in the air with one leg showing strength. His arms were long and his strength were too powerful.

He was almost pinned to death and vomited blood, but he couldn't do anything except two short legs scattering in the air.

Even if he used his arms and exerted all his strength, he still could not break free from the one-leg control of the terrifying Russian man in front of him. Instead, he was strangled tighter and almost died.

"The game is over, it's a mess."

Alsim, who was tired of playing, mobilized the power of his left arm and suddenly exerted force. Freely Erdong pressed the Japanese soldiers' neck and directly patted Dong.

Boom-
To be continued...