Chapter 1548 Bah, slips of the tongue don't count!
Chapter 1548 Bah, slip of the tongue doesn’t count!
But now, right before his eyes, as the sound of several loud cannons passed away, Anton sadly discovered a cruel reality that made him almost breathless: his horse was gone.
Yes, Anton's horse is indeed gone, just as the soldier said.
It was blasted into the sky by a Red Army tank with high-explosive shells, and it was shattered on the spot.
What appeared in front of Anton was a scene of his horse being torn into pieces, its bones separated by the explosion, and the ground covered with minced meat.
In this posture, who knows how high his horse had to fly when the shells exploded. It is estimated that several Bolshevik tank shells may have landed in almost the same position, or at least they landed very close to each other.
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Because in this scene, not only the horses flew away, but even the horse pens and stables were demolished on the spot, leaving only rotten wood and broken grass scattered on the ground.
Of course, there is still more grass to feed the horses. In Anton's eyes, the remains of the horse pen and stable are "grass, grass, grass, grass", and grass is everywhere at first glance. This is enough grass specially prepared for the horses before winter.
It's not easy to get so much after eating grass all winter.
It doesn't matter whether it's grass or anything else. Even if the horse dies, flies, or is broken, it doesn't matter now.
A horse is just an animal, no matter how important it is, can it still be more important than others?
The important thing is that you have to find a way to get out of here alive and escape. If you want a horse in the future, just find another one. Isn't there a need for Anton's horse in this world?
The answer is of course that there is no shortage of horses. There are as many horses as are suitable for Anton, and they can still fly. They are still the same Anton Pegasus.
"Huh...it's been three minutes, why haven't these bandits made any movement? If you ask me to just sit around like this, why not rush in immediately? It only takes three cigarettes at most to clean up all these bandits. We are now
It's a waste of time here, Comrade Commander."
Malashenko has no airs in front of his close comrades, so even Iushkin, who has been promoted to captain, is still a whole school level different from Malashenko. He is very familiar with Comrade Commander.
Iushkin also dared to speak in such a casual manner. He knew that Malashenko was not a person who cared about such trivial details and liked to act like a leader or a general.
"Be patient and don't be anxious. We have to determine who the leader of these bandits is and what he looks like. It will be clear when he comes out to shout. This way, when arresting people, he will be targeted and will not let him fish in troubled waters.
The ground ran away."
After hearing Malashenko's explanation, Iushkin, who had a sudden thought, was very rude and replied in a somewhat unflattering manner.
"Then what if he directly found a substitute to come out to shout to us and lie to us from the beginning? A bandit leader who can run such a large group of bandits must be very cunning. This is not impossible."
The words were crude but not crude, and they might sound a bit deliberately trying to undermine the situation, but you have to admit that it is indeed possible, but after hearing this, Malashenko still smiled without changing his expression.
"There are ways to make him reveal himself, but now he can only come out and talk to us in person. Don't forget that we have this."
With one hand holding the map that Varosha had collected, Malashenko flicked his fingers and revealed a corner of another thing contained in the map. Surprisingly, it was a piece of paper whose printing was not very clear, but
A black and white photo in which the outline of a person's face can barely be seen.
"This bandit leader must have offended his men to death, otherwise a little leader who worked for him wouldn't have to hold such a grudge against him and get so many useful things just to kill him. Now we can just
Use it. If you have a photo, you just need to check the person’s face, he can’t run away.”
Looking at the photo in Malashenko's hand that was said to be the portrait of the bandit leader himself, Iushkin, who stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand, shook his head and said nothing.
He vaguely felt that it was not that simple for Malashenko to order a siege but not an attack. Wouldn't it be better to just rush in and arrest people now that he had the photos?
I guess Comrade Commander has some other plans that he doesn't know about. Maybe it's to avoid unnecessary casualties?
It is indeed possible, but there may be other reasons.
But now that things have come to this, there is no need to be a curious baby and ask for answers. Just keep your eyes wide open and watch. What should have happened, given the current situation, will definitely happen.
Whatever is supposed to happen, it just happens. The reason is that simple.
As soon as Iushkin and Malashenko, who stood with their upper bodies standing outside the turret, finished speaking, they saw sudden movement in the bandit's den in front of them that had been surrounded and located on the top of a small slope.
"Red Army warriors outside! I want to talk to you! What do you think of your army?"
Good guy, the thief Cao thief will be here as soon as he says it is, and it really comes very quickly.
With the corner of his mouth raised and his heart filled with joy, Malashenko knew that this was a sign that work was coming. He had been waiting for this moment, and then he picked up the metal speaker that had been prepared and spoke loudly.
"Let your leader in charge speak out! I am Major General Malashenko, commander of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division. Don't try to make any unnecessary resistance! Otherwise, only destruction awaits you!"
Malashenko doesn't mind announcing his family name first at this time. A name that is loud and clear is enough to put strong psychological pressure and deterrence on the other party. Of course, it can also save a lot of unnecessary trouble.
...
Malashenko, who stayed outside the range of the sniper rifle and was still in the blind spot of the commanding heights, did not hear any echo for a long time. He couldn't help but wonder if the opponent was so frightened that he peed his pants and ran to change his pants?
Just as he was about to pick up the trumpet in his hand and roar two more times, the replying voice suddenly spoke and came quietly.
"Please confirm, is it really General Malashenko, the tank hero who made the Nazi lackeys fearful?"
???
If it were possible to send an emoticon at this time, then Malashenko would definitely send a panda head with three question marks, and the expression "subway, old man, mobile phone" would also work. How can these stupid bandits still not believe it at this time?
"I repeat again, Major General Malashenko of the Red Army Tank Corps has led a team to surround you! You are not qualified to raise questions. If you know what's going on, you'd better put down your weapons immediately and perform a French military salute... Bah, a slip of the tongue does not count! Hold it high
Come out with your hands and surrender! The Red Army treats prisoners preferentially!"
"You are not Nazi invaders. You can still regain your life through labor reform! Stop being stubborn and stubborn. The only result of being stubborn is death. Stop making meaningless resistance!"
Malashenko felt that the bandit leader opposite might have a weak head, and he still asked such stupid questions at this time.
After thinking about this, Malashenko was no longer in the mood to even talk to the bandit leader opposite him. He gave him an ultimatum and immediately ordered an attack even if he didn't come out to surrender. Even if he had to pay some avoidable casualties, he would have to kill the enemy.
The pig-brained bandit leader was captured on the spot.