One shot killed this Wehrmacht lieutenant who was fanatically loyal to the Nazis, and once again opened his eyes, Malashenko couldn't help but feel a little spiritually touched.
"It seems that Hitler's black hands are not only spread throughout the SS and the Nazi Party, but also the Wehrmacht are full of Hitler's fanatical followers. Oh, I thought that the power of the Junkers aristocrats was so powerful that they could not be poured out.
It’s hard to get through. It must be very uncomfortable for the Wehrmacht, which has been working hard for so many years, to be filled with Hitler fanatics.”
A considerable number of later generations believe that Hitler's tentacles are only spread within the SS and the Nazi Party. The Wehrmacht is a regular military group that advocates chivalry and is led by the Junkers aristocratic officer corps. It has not been contaminated by Hitler's black hands and his indifference.
relevant, but in fact it is not.
Hitler's highly inflammatory speech sent the whole of Germany into a frenzy.
This kind of fanaticism is pervasive in almost all walks of life in Germany. Children as young as a few years old to elderly people in their seventies or eighties all worship this fanaticism as a god-like existence.
The public support rate of as high as 93% is not just fabricated out of thin air, but the exact number obtained after detailed public opinion surveys.
This enthusiasm for swearing allegiance to the head of state has already penetrated into the Wehrmacht. Even if the older generation of Juncker noble officers are dismissive of it and can see its true colors, this does not represent the new generation of young officers and soldiers of the Wehrmacht.
It can be done too.
The seeds of humiliation planted by the defeat in World War I took root and sprouted in the hearts of young people, growing into twisted and deformed towering trees reaching into the sky.
In Germany, no class or group can escape this fanaticism.
If there is one, the meter-thick Jewish putty in the concentration camp cremators may be the real answer.
Anyone who dares to disobey the will of the head of state will be subject to the most crazy retaliation and complete elimination by the Gestapo. The methods are even worse than those of the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs. Himmler, who also wears a pair of small glasses, is comparable.
Beria's methods are much more cruel and efficient, but the reality is so cruel and simple.
He frantically vented his anger towards the corpse with half of its head missing, and cut off the magazine of the SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle in his hand. After spitting hard, Lavrinenko, who still felt that he could not forgive his hatred, turned around.
, walked up to Malashenko and spoke slowly.
"What to do next?"
"If we beat a senior official to death, there must be some junior officials as well. We have plenty of subjects for interrogation."
Putting the Tokarev TT33 pistol with the cooled muzzle back into the holster on his waist, Malashenko, who had already made a plan in his mind, immediately spoke again to the bearded major not far away.
"Maxim, go capture and capture the biggest official among the Germans. I want to see if these Nazi fanatical henchmen can kill him!"
"Yes! Comrade Head!"
The silly, thick and thick Major Maxim is as tough and resolute in his actions as his beard.
Major Maxim, who had not read many books, only knew that his comrade, the regiment leader, treated him well and he had to work hard to repay Malashenko.
, as for the other nonsense used by literati and poets, I have no idea and have never considered it at all.
Major Maxim, who walked around the pile of prisoners of war, quickly brought out a German second lieutenant, but what Maxim didn't expect was that he had just grabbed the German second lieutenant's collar and was about to drag him out of the crowd.
When he came out, the latter, who was as stubborn as a runaway wild horse, broke away from Maxim's right arm and raised his right hand to restrain it, shouting.
"Hi, Hitler!"
"Damn it, you idiot, you really are not afraid of death!"
Malashenko, who turned out to be another fanatic at a glance, couldn't help but become furious when he saw this scene.
Malashenko, who had long lost his patience with this group of anti-human scum, snatched away the rifles of the soldiers beside him. The Mosin Nagant with its bayonet flashed with cold light and was imposing.
Malashenko, who had never tried this method of killing before, clenched the spear in his hand and rushed forward with a lunge. His right hand pointed at the sky at an angle of 45 degrees. The German second lieutenant was stabbed on the spot before he could put his hand down.
Heart-breakingly cool.
Malashenko, who was still not relieved after stabbing the opponent's chest with a knife, lifted up his size 45 military boots and kicked the opponent's chest hard. The bayonet hanging under the gun head came out instantly and at the same time, scarlet blood spurted out.
When he came out, the German second lieutenant, whose heart was stabbed through by a knife, immediately fell to the ground on his back. He was only gasping for breath and looked like he would never survive.
With one shot and one knife, two German lieutenants were killed cleanly and consecutively in less than a minute. Such a murderous Soviet officer frightened the surrounding German prisoners who had surrendered and turned pale and speechless.
Raising his sharp eyes as fierce as an eagle's talons, he scanned the group of unarmed German prisoners in front of him. Malashenko was sure that among this group of seemingly harmless guys, there must be people who looked at him with hatred and disobedience.
Malashenko, who was on the line with these anti-human Nazis, did not stop doing anything today. He simply stood there with a bloody Mosin-Nagant rifle with a bayonet on the tip and said nothing.
, obviously waiting for the next fanatical Nazi who is not afraid of death to come forward after eating the courage of the bear and the leopard.
"Any more? That bastard who still swore allegiance to Hitler and the Nazi Party is not afraid of death!? You can stand up now! It is Comrade Lenin's business to forgive you scum, and what I have to do today is to send these scum to
Go to Comrade Lenin and confess your sins face to face!"
Malashenko, who had half his face spattered with blood and didn't bother to wipe it off, even looked a little funny wearing a black leather tank hat. If he were placed in a circus, he would look like a clown with ketchup smeared on his face, but
The German prisoners, who were basically frightened out of their wits, did not dare to think so.
The enthusiasm for swearing allegiance at all costs began to cool down rapidly in the face of blood and cold death, until it reached the freezing point. The scarlet cruel reality made the few remaining Nazis in the prisoner pile who were still slightly dissatisfied finally choose to become cowards.
The turtle said nothing.
Where can you pledge your allegiance to God if your life is on the line? This is not funny.
Malashenko, who had planned to kill a few more Nazi fanatics to establish his authority, saw that no one in the group of cowards dared to stand up anymore. He was about to say something, but was interrupted by a young voice.
"Mr. Commander of the Soviet Army, I...I have important information to report to you! You will definitely be able to use it! Please believe me!"