After Sasha, who had arrived late, translated this sentence into Russian, Malashenko, who smiled even more broadly, nodded without any hesitation.
"If it's the steel butcher that you Germans call me, then what I want to say is that I'm right."
"Dimitri Drukovich Malashenko, lieutenant colonel commander of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment. Remember this name, if you can."
Realizing that the man in front of him, who was too tall to look like a tank soldier, was the Steel Butcher that everyone had been talking about, the German lieutenant, who clenched his teeth and was obviously unconvinced, immediately replied.
"How dare you Russians launch an attack on us!? You have no idea how much offensive energy we have accumulated, and you will regret it soon!"
"Stalingrad, Kiev, Moscow, all your cities will be enveloped by the wrath of the Führer! At that time, you can only kneel on the ground and cry, cry out why your fate is so unfair! Cry out why you are born so inferior.
It’s damn Russia…”
boom--
Before he could finish the terrible and insulting yelling, the gun butt, which was getting bigger and bigger at the edge of his field of vision, hit the German lieutenant hard in the face.
The peach blossoms on Chekhov’s face were instantly shattered, as if a condiment box had been knocked over, sour and salty things spread all over the floor. It all went down the neck and went straight to the forehead. It was so sour and satisfying. It was so unexpected that there was no warning.
He fell back to the ground and fell to the ground.
Lavrinenko, who was listening to Sasha's real-time translation next to him, couldn't bear it anymore. He cut off the SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle with only the edge of the butt in his hand, and hit the farting German lieutenant in the face with one blow.
superior.
The SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle, which uses a short-stroke piston gas guide and a muzzle brake, is a rare and precious item among Soviet small arms. Although the structure of the firearm is more complicated than that of the Mosin Nagant, it is not easy to maintain.
He is not well received by the grassroots Red Army soldiers.
But its unusually small recoil, which does not look like a rifle at all, was praised even by the legendary Soviet female sniper Lyudmila. It was also highly praised by the Red Navy who have high cultural knowledge and tactical literacy.
Loved by Marines.
I always felt that the Bobosha submachine gun without a bayonet was not to my liking. Lavrinenko, who had a burly figure, did something that surprised Malashenko.
Lavrinenko found an SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle and cut off the stock with a hand saw to turn it into a truncated SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle.
The problem of recoil is not a big deal for Lavrinenko, who is as tall as a bear. You don't see the fighting nation of later generations directly carrying a 12.7 mm heavy machine gun and firing it from the waist. 7.62 mm
The small water pipe SVT-40 is really handy for Lavrinenko. According to his point of view, a long gun that can be equipped with a bayonet is the choice for men.
He was hit hard by Lavrinenko's special weapon and fell to the ground, covering his nose, but even so, the German lieutenant, who seemed to have a problem with his head, was still cursing at Malashenko,
The only words on his lips were the arrogant words that inferior races and despicable Bolsheviks must be destroyed.
Malashenko, who originally thought that the German lieutenant was a sensible person, couldn't help but shake his head when he heard this.
A normal person who still has some sense may have no choice but to say a few "heartfelt" words to himself, but for this kind of lunatic who has been brainwashed to the point of hopelessness, Malashenko never intends to act as a normal person from beginning to end.
Communicate well with him.
He pulled out his Tokarev TT33 pistol from the holster on his waist, and at the same time handed the Somi submachine gun to Sasha who was standing aside for safekeeping.
Weighing the precursor of the May Fourth Black Star in his hand, as if playing with a handful of works of art, he lowered his body and squatted next to the German lieutenant. Malashenko's tone softened as if he was chatting with a friend, and then he spoke again.
Speak softly.
"One question, if you saw your head of state in person, what would be your first reaction?"
The German lieutenant, whose face was stained with blood, seemed quite surprised by Malashenko's question. He stopped cursing and looked stunned.
"Answer me, what will be your first reaction? There will be rewards for answering correctly, or are you afraid to answer at all or don't know the answer?"
Such things as the radical method have long been played out by people in later generations, but in 1941, when the broadening of ideas was far less developed than in later generations, Malashenko's slightly roundabout words still had a satisfactory effect.
"Who told you I didn't know what to do? Watch out, you despicable Bolshevik!"
"Hi, Hit..."
boom--
The powerful 7.62x25mm Tokarev pistol bullet shattered the head of a good man into a rotten watermelon at a very close range. The unfinished green smoke floating above the muzzle was accompanied by the shocking gunshot.
The red and white things in his head were instantly scattered all over the floor.
Malashenko, who killed this idiot-like German lieutenant with one shot, had no trace of mercy in his eyes. It would be unreasonable to just rely on reasoning for such a strange product of a German soldier who is full of fanatical Nazi ideas.
, only by allowing them to see the truth of communism can their erroneous ideas be forcibly corrected.
Extreme Germans who have reached a certain level will do their best to use their set of fallacies and heresies to lower your IQ to the same level as theirs or even lower, and then use their rich anti-human experience and twisted philosophy to
You present yourself as a senior in front of you, and then ultimately achieve the goal of defeating you.
Regarding this point, Malashenko has already experienced it from countless Internet gangsters and Huang Na in later generations. This kind of people and simple military fans are not in the same dimension at all. They belong to the kind of people who hide in the flowers and pretend to be
Tsukuru is a dirty maggot that is about to enter the stage of emerging from its cocoon and becoming a butterfly. It is an existence that is enough to make people feel sick to their stomachs.
The only difference is that the German gun that shattered the melon seeds in the head with the gunshot is at least a purebred German gun. As for the maggots in later generations, they are at best a group of ridiculous, dirty and inferior people who were called inferior races by the purebred German gunmen during World War II.
Just a German stick.
After seeing his head shattered by Malashenko's shot, Lavrinenko was still angry. The furious Lavrinenko strode forward directly, raised the truncated SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle in his hand, and pointed the muzzle at
The corpse with the upper half of its head missing fired 10 shots in a row to empty the magazine, and a mouthful of thick phlegm that seemed to be burning with anger was spat on the corpse with blisters of blood.
"Bah! I really don't know how this kind of bastard was born into this world. One day I will kill all these scum!"