Malashenko just waved his hand mercilessly, and the handful of photos in his hand instantly fell like snowflakes, scattering all over the ground for an unobstructed view.
"I really have to thank that German guy. If it hadn't been for him, you, a bastard, would have kept your true identity a secret from me for who knows how long!"
The photos that fell to the ground reflected clear black-and-white images. Although the dates, times, and locations of each photo were different, no one could tell exactly where each photo was taken.
But there is one thing that appears in every photo, and it is the same in every photo, that is, the corpses hanging on the gallows, in different numbers, men and women, and ages, but all unwilling to die, and
Two pure fucking bitches, Stauffen and Walensky, were arrogant and arrogant in front of the camera, as if they had done something big and terrible.
"You can say that you were forced by the Germans to wear this dog skin, but now do you want to explain the human head you are holding in your hand, the noose you are holding tightly, and the smiling expression on your face?
What's going on? Don't tell me that it was the Germans who forced you to do it again. You'd better change your excuse. Didn't your master teach you that every time you lie to someone, you'd better have a different reason?"
"...this, these...this..."
Walensky, who was slumped on the ground, stared blankly at the photos spread out on the ground in front of him, scattered everywhere, and gradually began to distort. His stunned face was speechless and hesitant.
Malashenko was still waiting, wanting to see how far this bitch could lie, but what happened next made Malashenko a bit disappointed.
"...Comrade division commander, this traitor peed his pants...he is incontinent."
A faint smell of urine came out of his crotch and was blown by the cold wind, filling the air and instantly dispersing. The cold snow covering the frozen soil melted instantly when it encountered the warm liquid, and everything
Everything is as disgusting as the unsightly color and the stinky smell.
"Fuck! I thought this idiot was so capable, but he's just a fucking loser who only knows how to talk and deceive people!"
Traitors can be found everywhere in the world. They can be found in every corner of human beings. Wherever there are people, there are bound to be traitors. It can indeed be said that, but there are different types of traitors.
In the eyes of Malashenko at this moment, the unbearable Walensky has obviously been classified as the "most useless" traitor. A traitor with some ability can still arouse people's interest, but
He, or rather this guy, is just a piece of trash that can't even be wiped in the toilet.
"Get this bastard away... call all the remaining villagers in the village to witness, prepare to execute the execution, and execute it immediately!"
Malashenko, who silently cursed in his mind, raised his hand and gave orders to the Red Army soldiers who were waiting around him. There was no hesitation in his voice from beginning to end.
"Yes, Comrade Commander!"
"Stand up, you damn traitor! Today is the end of you, go away!"
The five big and three thick warriors, whose arms were as thick as a girl's thighs, showed no mercy at all. He either hit his face with the butt of his rifle, or pushed Walensky forward with punches, kicks and curses.
And what about Walensky?
This dead dog that once worked for the SS was now so frightened that it lost its soul. Those photos were like some legendary monsters that could take away people's souls. Walensky saw those things
At the first sight, I was so frightened that my mind went blank and my soul was gone.
He couldn't figure out where Malashenko got these things. Aren't they all the "private collection" of his master Staufen?
Everything he once did for the sake of being popular and trying to build relationships has now become irrefutable evidence that he will eventually bury his own life.
Perhaps the greatest irony in life is this. Those gadgets that gave you glory and everything you needed in the past suddenly backfired and took away all the rest of your life.
Walensky, who was stumbling and being pushed all the way forward, couldn't help but wonder, if he hadn't done such a thing in the first place? Wouldn't he have ended up like this today?
Thinking about it, it wasn't right. If he hadn't done this in the first place, how could Shi Daofen, who was so cruel and cruel and even sickening to himself, let him go?
Does Staufen want his hands to be stained with blood so that he can tighten the leash and strengthen his control? Completely cut off all options for betraying him? Walensky is very special about this.
understandable.
If I didn't work so hard, I might have died a long time ago? But the consequences of doing such bad things are still inevitable.
After all, it’s just a matter of enjoying a few more days of glory, wealth, and a sense of superiority. It’s just a slight enhancement of the fleeting life experience.
Two Red Army soldiers held their shoulders and escorted them to a large open space. When he raised his head, Walensky could see that he was surrounded by people who had not had time to escape, or who could not escape at all.
This small shabby house will cause the villagers outside to die like rootless duckweeds.
What are the expressions on those people's faces?
Walensky, who squinted his eyes for a while, thought: These expressions cannot all be generalized...
Some people's faces are angry, some are smiling? But more people's faces are indifferent, or numb? It's like facial nerve necrosis and they can't make any expressions.
Walensky remember? That wasn't like this when the Krauts first came here.
He had also been to this village at that time. Villagers standing on both sides of the village path with phantom German soldiers? A scene of joy and laughter? The young girls even gave a blushing and somewhat embarrassed German boy a kiss on his neck.
Hanging a garland? The invaders do look like liberators at this time...
But it didn't take long for those German guys to change this place from "German fans" to "Soviet fans", or rather not Soviet fans, but they just wanted to copy the guys and fuck the German sticks!
The guerrillas are like weeds that are mowed down one crop after another without being able to kill them all.
Walensky had never considered the reason for this before, but now after seeing the numb and speechless faces, Walensky suddenly understood: It turns out that all this is happening now.
Did he help the Germans to do this? No one was willing to stand up and speak for himself.
"Get ready! Raise your gun!"
Swish swish swish——
The sound of pulling the bolt and loading the bullet interprets for whom the death knell tolls, and the entire row of Mosin-Nagant rifles is instantly raised? The cold muzzles of the guns shimmer under the winter sun, which is breathtaking. Looking at everything in front of you
Walensky thought of one last thing.
Since he was bound to die sooner or later, maybe he shouldn't have betrayed the company commander in the first place. Wouldn't it be better to die on the way to charge? At least in the future, people will remember him in a different way, instead of in the cold shame.
On the pillar, the extra two or three years of life seems nothing more worthy of nostalgia than this.
Thinking of this, Walensky, who had given up everything and thought about his life, raised his hands and stood at attention in a military salute. The last words to grab the time blurted out in a loud roar.
"Long live the great Soviet! Long live the Motherland..."
Bang bang bang——
It's a pity that everything that could be said in the future has already disappeared into the nothingness of gunshots.