"You should keep a lower profile, Brigadier Malashenko. When I stole German sentries to capture prisoners, I heard them talk about your name. They called you the "Steel Butcher". All the Germans in the city
I know you. Although you make them afraid, you should actually keep a low profile. Seasoned hunters will target you, just like I targeted those high-ranking German officials."
Malashenko had received warnings from City Hunter Boris, but to be honest Malashenko did not take these words to heart at the time.
After all, the Germans had been targeting him for more than a day or two. Long before the Battle of Stalingrad, Malashenko had already known that the Germans had learned about his name, and indeed they were targeting him and his troops.
To be honest, Malashenko himself doesn't want to be like this. It's actually good to be honest and low-key, and being silent and silent is the most ideal life trajectory.
But there are always some things in this world that are not dependent on human willpower. No matter how much you don’t think about it or how to avoid it, these things will hit you on the head accurately when they come. As the saying goes, avoid
Can't escape.
After being targeted by the Germans for a long time, Malashenko not only did not panic, but became more calm.
There is nothing to escape from this kind of thing that is destined to happen just by thinking about it. The double edge of the sword will always exist objectively. Thinking about how to deal with it better is the best solution.
But when the German lieutenant colonel, who looked like a beggar on the street, brought up the matter again, Malashenko, who was completely unprepared, was still slightly stunned.
"Do you know my name and what's going on with me and my unit?"
Malashenko asked again with a calm expression. The German lieutenant colonel, who was still kneeling on the ground, just smiled sadly.
"Do you think you are hiding well? Have you always felt that way?"
Malashenko was silent, as if he was thinking about something, and the German lieutenant colonel, who was sure that he had guessed correctly, spoke again.
"Not only the Sixth Army, your name is very famous even in Berlin."
"Commander Paulus often mentions your name. No matter where the fighting is fierce, there will always be traces of you and your No. 177 heavy tank in the reports from the front. From Railway Station No. 1 to Mamayev Hill, you destroyed
All the important battle plans we laid out were like flies flying into the broth."
"There are many people who are specifically collecting intelligence about you, and they are even willing to mobilize your Russian traitors. Commander Paulus once jokingly said that after Stalingrad is captured, he will definitely hang you in the central square of the city.
On the light pole, let your body rot and turn into a skeleton, with a sign saying "This is the end" hanging around your neck."
The German lieutenant colonel described everything vividly, and his tone of voice became more and more crazy as he spoke, not at all like a prisoner.
"How's it going? Are you surprised? Or do you think you're as low-key as a soldier? No one will ever know and no one will be able to catch you?"
Malashenko has forgotten how long it has been since he met someone who dared to talk to him like this.
What was the fate of the last German who dared to speak to him in this tone? In short, it was definitely not going to be a good one.
Ever since he traveled to this era that does not belong to him, what Malashenko dislikes the most is this group of disgusting scum who are committing genocide and committing genocide against humanity. They use that kind of superiority, like a god to question and judge.
Talk to yourself in the same tone as ordinary people.
Malashenko does not deny that there are people with conscience in the huge group of the German army. In fact, even among the demons of hell, there will be the magic swordsman Spartan, a brave man who stands up to protect mankind. What's more?
Are they a group of human beings who originally lived in the mortal world?
But when encountering real scum and scum, this disgusting evil will really not allow any righteous person to show even a little bit of sympathy and compassion.
The truth of a successful king and a defeated enemy is eternal. The loser should have the respectful posture of the loser lying on the ground looking up to the winner.
Since he didn't value his own life, Malashenko asked himself that there was no need to continue playing nonsense games with this German guy.
"You disgusting bunch of scum invaded our motherland and trampled on our land! People on this land have lived here for generations. They work at sunrise and rest at sunset. We have lofty ideal expectations.
Everyone can live an ideal life of prosperity and beauty, free from oppression and exploitation, and you fascist lackeys are the tramplers of all this!"
"You have brought death, plague, war, and torture to our land. How can you, a bunch of scum, talk about justice? What have the people living on this land done wrong? Why should we get what you call this?
Conquer? Even if you are about to be crushed under the steel tracks and your life is at stake, you still dare to talk to me in such a condescending tone!?"
"Who do you think you are? Since you don't know, let me tell you. You are just a maggot squirming in the feces in the toilet. Standing here makes me feel sick and want to vomit! Those fallacies you believe in are just nothing.
Worthless garbage!”
"But I still have one thing to ask you. When you go to another world, don't forget to tell those bastards who killed them, and tell them that man's name is Malashenko! One day I will arrive
Your land, your motherland, your capital, spit on those dirty and ugly undead!"
Malashenko, who has been killing people all day long, can feel that there is something abnormal about him. Just as "war turns us all into monsters" said, the hysteria from the nerves in an emotionally excited state is often the most obvious.
Malashenko grabbed the collar of the German lieutenant colonel, spit on his face and roared. Malashenko pushed hard with both hands. The unsteady German lieutenant colonel staggered back and sat on the ground.
There are many privileges that the winner can exercise. Malashenko, who has completely exposed the cold side of human nature, does not want to use any hypocrisy to cover up. He is a fool who is stubborn and cannot recognize his identity and current situation.
Places to go.
"Give me the gun!"
Captain Varosha, who had been standing next to Malashenko and couldn't understand German at all, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the sudden Russian in Malashenko's mouth. But Malashenko, who couldn't wait anymore, didn't even react.
Not even giving Captain Varosha any time, he grabbed the sand that Captain Varosha was carrying and grabbed it into his own hand.