Different from ordinary harsh words, Malashenko's harsh words were like stabbing people in the heart.
Just a few seconds ago, the leader of the SS First Class Assault Group even nodded frequently to Malashenko with a smile on his face, mistakenly thinking that the famous Russian officer sitting in front of him had really figured it out 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 others thought was almost impossible, and this was based on my own self-recommendation.
I actually succeeded in persuading everyone’s biggest problem, the “Iron Butcher,” to surrender! What a great achievement and honor this must be!
When he thought of this and all this, the SS First Class Assault Squadron Leader, who was extremely excited in his heart, was filled with joy. Based on this alone, he could almost predict the great rewards he would receive in the future, because of this rare opportunity.
I'm afraid even two level upgrades are not an exaggeration for the incredible merit!
Obtaining a corpse and successfully persuading the enemy to surrender are completely different things in the sky and on the ground. They are completely incommensurable. Moreover, the opponent's difficulty and "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 such a time, the other party was still so ignorant and just trying 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 described it this way in their works: The gentleness and easy-going attitude of those SS soldiers were all pretense. If you could peel off their disguise with your own hands, you would see and understand next.
What kind of bloodthirsty, ferocious, and dehumanized bipedal beast is hidden beneath this superficial disguise?
Although what Malashenko did was not enough to completely expose the hypocritical disguise, it was close to the truth and enough to anger this beast of disguise.
Sitting on the chair, he felt his face turn red and green, changing colors, and 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 leader of the SS First Class Assault Group was so angry that he was so angry that he almost went berserk on the spot, his face distorted, but in the end he chose to swallow his anger and suppress it forcefully.
The objective reality that forms are stronger than people has not completely made 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 fury of the worst-case scenario. He just walked around.
After opening the table, he slowly came to Malashenko's side and spoke softly in a calm tone, speaking quietly.
"We will meet again, Colonel Malashenko, just like you just said, on the battlefield later. Then we will have a showdown and solve the problem in a real way between men.
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"Now, I think we have nothing left to talk about. I am going to take my people and leave. A hero of the Soviet Union will not kill the envoy who comes to negotiate, right? Am I right? Colonel Malashenko.
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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, I'm sorry, I'm a little offended. I don't know if you have a mother yet. Please don't mind."
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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 mouth was a critical hit, and he could make you so angry that you couldn't find any effective words to say back.
The Russian guy was just leading him by the nose, scolding him as he walked!
The captain of the first-class assault brigade, who swore that he could not stay for another minute, said nothing, clapped a pair of leather gloves in his hands and rushed out of the door first, without even thinking about Malashenko.
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As soon as the leading brother left, the younger brothers behind him hurriedly followed him as if they were afraid of being left behind, and left the house, unwilling to stay here even for a second longer.
Seeing that no one of the Fascist lackeys was left in the room, Major Varosha, who had been waiting behind Malashenko, stepped forward, leaned his head towards the ear of the brigade commander, and quietly
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. I 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 commander 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. It will have no 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, at least it can delay some time, even if it is just a few minutes,