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Chapter 831 Who is the butcher?

While Malashenko was smoking, Lavrinenko, who was tired from digging at the bottom of the pit, also walked up the slope of the pit with a shovel.

Although it's a bit crazy to be responsible for killing or burying these Germans, after you have tried your best to kill these grandsons, you have to go out of your way to dig holes and bury them.

But this is not the only thing that happens on the battlefield. After the war, the corpses, whether they belong to one's own side or the enemy's, must be collected as ordered. If they are left there without treatment and allowed to rot and stink, they will soon be destroyed.

Something troublesome happens.

"Damn Germans! Dig quickly! Do you want to go to Siberia to suffer hardship? Dig quickly! Move quickly!"

"Stop fighting, please don't fight! Let me take a breath, I will dig right away..."

Malashenko and Lavrinenko came to dig holes in person, which is actually a bit similar to the meaning of later generations of leaders going to the countryside to inspect and participate in field work. However, these two leaders were more sincere than those unlucky German prisoners of war.

The amount of earth to be dug is even more.

The German prisoners who were still working at the bottom of the pit wielding shovels and pickaxes had been digging for several hours. They were already out of breath from exhaustion, and their bodies were so sore that they couldn't exert any energy.

However, the Red Army soldiers who were responsible for guarding and supervising this group of German prisoners of war were not easy to talk to. As long as the German prisoners of war who were digging into the death pit slowed down a little, what they were waiting for afterwards would be a scolding at best, or fists and kicks at worst, or even a gunshot.

Make a fool of yourself.

The German prisoners of war, who had finally saved their lives by surrendering, felt aggrieved, but more importantly, they were still afraid. They were afraid that after the death pits were dug, the Russians would shoot them on the spot and put them together in the pits.

Buried, the story of the Russians killing prisoners wantonly spread throughout the German ranks on the Stalingrad front.

"Please, give me a drink of water...I haven't had a sip of water for most of the day. I'm dying of thirst. Please, I only have one sip, one sip is enough..."

..”

The German soldier who fell to the ground stretched out his hand to ask for a drink of water from the Red Army soldier who was very close in front of him. The Red Army soldier who did not understand what the German man was mumbling looked disdainful.

The big leather boot kicked the German soldier's pleading face. The sole of the oversized 47-size military boots was as long as a ship and was longer than the German soldier's entire face. He knocked the soldier down with one kick.

The German soldiers on the ground were kicked to the ground.

"Work, work all! If you don't want to die, work quickly! Dig quickly!"

Even the German soldiers with long eyes who could understand Russian did not dare to say a word and quickly lowered their heads and continued digging holes. The smarter German soldiers followed suit and quickly started digging holes. Only those few who could not understand Russian did not.

The idiots with long eyes gathered around the German soldier who was kicked out, chattering non-stop. The relationship between the two of them seemed to be quite good.

"Bastards! Don't you want to die? Do you want to die here? One last warning, dig a hole quickly!"

"You almost kicked his nose off, are you so cruel? We are just a group of surrendered soldiers who laid down their weapons, and we demand fair treatment!"

"Save him, he's bleeding non-stop, he just wants some water..."

What started as a quarrel between the two quickly turned into a seemingly chaotic shouting match.

The smart German prisoners of war, who were wise enough to protect themselves and did not dare to act rashly, ignored the matter and just continued to dig holes, pretending not to see the bad thing happening right in front of them.

The other Red Army soldiers standing on guard at the edge of the pit clenched their weapons and quickly moved closer. The other Red Army soldiers digging the pit also put down the tools in their hands, took off the weapons behind their backs, and pushed bullets into the barrels of their guns.

He immediately ran towards the direction where the quarrel came from.

"What's going on? There seems to be a quarrel in the pit, something is not right..."

Lavrinenko, who had just half-smoked the cigarette in his hand, was attracted by the quarrel and turned his head to look around to try to see what was going on. However, Malashenko, who had two German corpses stacked together as a bench under his butt, was not interested.

, took the cigarette butt from his mouth and flicked it away, then quickly reached out and took out another one.

"Why do you care about those things? The worst thing you can do is just kill them all. Anyway, those German guys don't have weapons. Who can you blame if they are beaten to death for not working honestly? This is a rule."

The distraught Malashenko didn't want to care about these low-level things. But not long after, a Red Army soldier actually walked over with a stumbling German on his back, cursing all the way. The sound of chaotic footsteps attracted his attention and he looked around.

Malashenko frowned immediately after leaving.

"You said you wouldn't kill us, Mr. Officer, but that's not what I see now!"

The German prisoner of war who was pressed all the way over was the German second lieutenant who led his team to surrender during the day. He personally surrendered to Malashenko. He was deeply impressed by this tall Russian officer who was a whole head taller than him.

Of course, I also remember that Malashenko personally promised not to kill them.

"Have my soldiers fired?"

"..."

"It's not open...but, they..."

"Why are you yelling without shooting!? I said I won't kill you but I didn't say I won't punish you. If you don't obey our orders, I will still order you to be shot! Do you think you are visiting Stalingrad?

The amusement park is coming? Am I your tour guide or the tour leader you paid for?"

Malashenko's unreasonable retort on the spot choked the German second lieutenant to the point where he couldn't say a word. However, Malashenko, who had the upper hand in speaking power, had no intention of giving up.

"You probably want to say that the atrocities committed by our Red Army are cruel and inhumane, right? But let me tell you, everything you know is a lie, and even the paste in your head is all dog shit and artificial feces!"

"In Poland, Poland that has been occupied by you Germans, there is a place called Auschwitz. If you know a little bit about this place, you will definitely know who the scum are who guard the concentration camp here! That's right.

, just the SS SS of your piece of shit Führer Hitler!”

"Jews were slaughtered like dogs and pigs inside. The number of corpses transported out of the gas chambers every day was so large that they had to be handled with train skins! The human grease on the walls of the crematorium was so thick that it could be scraped off and given to all of Berlin.

Each person grills a human meat-flavored sausage, even the homeless have a share!"

"What's wrong with those Jews? There are women and children among them, as well as our comrades-in-arms, our brothers and sisters, our Red Army soldiers! They are Jews too!"

"I'm telling you, German bastard! Killing you won't make me feel guilty at all. Didn't you swear allegiance to your head of state and country? Well, we all know that rights and obligations are equal. Since you

Anyone who dares to set foot on Soviet soil must be prepared to be sanctioned. Huh? Am I right? Is that so? Answer me!"


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