How powerful and effective a sentence is depends on the person from whom it is spoken.
If he were an ordinary Soviet commander, Colonel Weickert felt that he could directly confront him without any hesitation and argue with him. He asked himself whether he had such confidence.
But the person who said this at this moment was the notoriously vicious Malashenko, whose hands were stained with the blood of countless German soldiers. The man who could make recruits tremble with fear just by saying his name.
The terrifying "Iron Butcher".
It is said that his men led the most elite tank troops in the Soviet army. Some outrageous rumors said that they were Stalin's personal guards. Before the German invasion, he had been assisting in the garrison of the capital Moscow. In 1941, he took the initiative to attack the city of Moscow.
The German army won a great victory with huge casualties, and was subsequently sent to the front lines by Stalin for a long period of time.
Colonel Weickert didn't know which of these widely circulated statements was true, but at this moment he only needed to understand one truth. That was the Russian in front of him who pointed his finger at him and cursed.
The man is really cruel and scary, and with the strength of his army, he can really do what he says.
After cursing, Malashenko did not stay at all and left the conference room directly following Comrade Vatutin and Lao Zhu.
Colonel Weickert, who was sitting blankly in his chair and felt that his brain had not yet fully reacted, blinked his eyes. After moving his eyes again, he saw that Namashenko, Vatutin and his party had left the venue.
Colonel Weickert, who was regretting why he reacted so slowly, was about to stand up from his chair and raise his hand to hold back before saying something else. Unexpectedly, several Soviet guards standing in the corners and sides of the venue rushed forward.
He stretched out his strong arms that were thicker than the little girl's thighs and immediately held his shoulders, suppressed his head, and pushed him onto the table to subdue him.
"What are you going to do? We are negotiation envoys, you can't hurt us! No!!!"
For a moment, Colonel Weickert was terrified to death.
Although it was only for a moment, he really felt as if he was about to die. The control of this life did not belong to him at all but was in the hands of the Russian. The other party only needed a gun to kill him.
It cost him his life, and the same goes for others in the same group.
The Russians who hated them Germans so much that they wanted to eat them alive had every reason to do so, and they were really capable of doing it at the moment without any effort.
"Don't worry, German scum! You still can't die. Go back and give your stupid pig commander a message. Remember to relay General Malashenko's words intact. You can guess whether he will pee on the spot.
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The person who said this was Adjutant Vatutin who had not left the venue at this moment. The young major admired Malashenko's impassioned speech just now and felt that this was what a true iron-blooded general should say to the enemy.
If so, combined with Malashenko's outstanding record in the past, it will be even more powerful.
Before he finished speaking, the major adjutant waved his hand and gave a silent order. The elite Red Army soldiers responsible for the security of the front army headquarters immediately started to talk nonsense about these German guys like they were dragging dogs to death.
They were all dragged out.
After dragging them to a position where they could let these German guys go, they did not forget to lift up their oversized military boots and give these German guys a hard kick on their butts.
Colonel Weickert felt as if his buttocks had been hit by a cannonball. Before he even had time to sigh how the force could be so great, he flew forward as if an Ultraman toy had been thrown away by a naughty boy.
He walked out and fell headlong into a puddle of mud more than one meter away, where he jumped into a dog's excrement and was covered in mud.
"Wash your neck and wait to be run over by a tank tomorrow morning! German garbage!"
"Get out! If you don't leave, I'll kill you lackeys!"
The translator officer who could understand Russian quickly ran forward to help Colonel Weickert up and signaled him to leave quickly. Colonel Weickert, who had never suffered such a shameful humiliation since joining the army, felt the feeling in his heart at this moment.
The sense of humiliation and intense anger were almost uncontrollable.
But after getting up from the ground, he looked back with a vicious look at the heavily armed Russian guards who were as big and thick as giant bears. He knew clearly in his heart that he must not be impulsive. If he did, he would die in vain.
Colonel Weickert finally suppressed the evil fire and left with his men.
"Let's go, get out of here and go back now."
They didn't even have time to retrieve important items such as the confiscated guns and seized personal documents. Colonel Weickert and his entourage, who thought that their visit could at least delay their visit, left in a hurry, leaving the few generals behind.
The Red Army soldiers who were driven out by the group laughed at them from behind.
"What a bunch of stupid pigs do you think they are capable of now? They will die tomorrow morning, ha!"
"This battle is probably going to be over soon. What are your plans? I want to take a leave and go home. I haven't been home for more than half a year. My mother is almost worried about me."
"Uh... don't let me envy you for taking leave to go home. I just took leave at the beginning of the year, and I can't do it now."
"Well, it seems I can only go back alone again. Hey, I'm out of cigarettes, give me one."
Several Red Army soldiers who were walking and chatting returned to their posts. At this moment, Malashenko was staying in the commander's office with Zhukov and Vatutin, talking and laughing happily to discuss the interesting things that had just happened.
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"You must have frightened those German guys, Malashenko, you can tell from that expression, the German guy's face is simply more exciting than the painting, haha!"
"Yes, it's time to teach the arrogant and arrogant enemies a lesson and let them understand that there is still a nemesis waiting for them with a polished beheading knife."
Vatutin and Zhukov praised Malashenko's wonderful speech in unison, while Comrade Ma scratched his head in embarrassment.
"It's nothing, I just happened to think of this on a whim. But Comrade Commander, are we going to go back to the attack tomorrow? If so, I have to go back as soon as possible to make preparations. The troops have been fighting for a day, and there are many complicated things.
Someone still needs to take charge of everything. Comrade Political Commissar is in poor health, so I can’t trust him to stay up late alone to support me.”