Chapter 1103 Torture (Part 1)

When Malashenko actually walked up to him, the SS soldier who was knocked to the ground by a rifle butt still hadn't recovered.

When you lie on your back and lie on the ground, you will get more air out and less air in. But it is not to the point where you are about to die. At most, you will not be able to recover from being hit. It will take some time, so be careful. Malashenko, who knew that this guy's life was not in danger, squatted quietly next to him to see when this guy would be able to breathe again.

"Hey, you're not dead yet?"

Malashenko spoke German as soon as he spoke, which really surprised the SS man who was lying on his back.

"Bah! Russian pigs, inferior people! Do you feel proud to speak German? You will always be inferior!"

Although he was lying on the ground and had not yet had time to stand up, the SS soldier's sweet-smelling, elegant and easy-going speech did not stop. Basically, he pointed at Malashenko's nose and cursed directly. It was a blessing that the saliva didn't fly into Comrade Ma's face.

"Why"

Malashenko, who seemed a little disappointed, let out a sigh, then reached out and patted the face of the SS soldier who had a big bruise on his head.

This small and inconspicuous gesture had the most obvious meaning of insult. Feeling that he had been humiliated, the SS man immediately wanted to struggle to get up and do something.

Helplessly, the five big and three thick Red Army soldiers surrounding him would not let him do what he wanted to do. With his legs and arms all tightly suppressed and unable to move, it was obviously unrealistic to get up and do anything. , can only be like a maggot struggling on the ground, unable to escape.

"Let me tell you clearly in advance. I don't have much time to waste time with you here. You can answer whatever I ask. I don't have time to listen to your bad words, and I don't want to know about your bullshit head of state and religious loyalty. You just need to know that I know how to kill, I dare to kill, and I prefer to kill beasts like you, who are worse than pigs and dogs, with human skin, do you understand?”

Malashenko explained the situation for the last time, but the SS man who was crushed to the ground still looked extremely arrogant.

"Shut your stinky mouth, Russian! I won't answer any of your questions, and you can't get any answers from me! Long live the Führer! Long live Germany!"

"What on earth is this bastard yelling indiscriminately? Is he out of his mind? I feel like Malashenko is wasting his time."

Lavrinenko, who was eating melon and watching a show on the side, looked at this scene and couldn't help but complain to Kulbalov beside him.

"I don't know, but I think as long as it is done by comrade brigade commander, it must be meaningful. Comrade deputy brigade commander, I think we just need to wait here for a while and wait and see.

Lavrinenko was not recognized by Kulbalov, and then turned around again to look at Malashenko, who was still "wasting time". He did not understand German at all and was not interested in this dirty language. The interested Lavrinenko could only shake his head.

"How can a normal person communicate with a madman? I think this German bastard is a psychotic, crazy type."

Kulbalov did not answer the question and chose to continue to be a spectator, while Malashenko's in-person interrogation continued.

"The first question is, how many troops does your division have before this battle? I want specific numbers."

No matter how unpleasant the scolding of the SS First Class Assault Group Captain on the ground, Malashenko seemed to turn a deaf ear and continued to ask questions without changing his expression. However, this situation was regarded as weak and helpless by the grumpy old man on the ground. Bullying, taking the initiative to lower one's status to seek cooperation.

"Do you have shit in your ears? Russian shit, I said, I can't do it!!!!!!"

ah--

"You, you, my hand, how dare you!?"

If possible and with plenty of time, Malashenko has many ways to make this SS fanatic, who is as smelly and hard as a stone in the toilet, speak honestly.

When it comes to torture to extract confessions and severe torture, there are simply too many "strange and obscene techniques" handed down to this day from the Chinese dynasty.

Not to mention being a leader of the SS First Class Assault Group, even if Himmler was tied up and fell into his hands, Malashenko was confident that this gentle beast with eyes would know the color of the underwear he was wearing today. Whether there are patterns or not, it’s all revealed.

However, time is tight right now, and Daxing Waiting has neither extra time nor suitable props for the occasion.

Ever since, Malashenko chose a simpler method: connecting the fingers to the heart.

Working hard on the fingers is one of the signature skills of torture in ancient times. The idiom "ten fingers connected to the heart" is not for nothing. The pain from the fingers is generally worse than other parts of the body. Enough to be heartbreaking.

Malashenko, who had already held the dagger in his hand, stabbed him with this knife. The fingernail of the SS First Class Assault Group Captain, along with the flesh and bones of his index finger downwards, was instantly stabbed." Bones and flesh are connected." So he made skewers of candied haws on a stick on the spot.

The severe pain, which was unprepared and without any warning, made the originally stubborn SS First Class Assault Group Captain grimace his teeth, distort his face, and howl loudly in pain.

Heart-rending wails of pain resounded throughout the entire position where the war was still warm, but Malashenko was raising the corners of his mouth and smiling.

What Malashenko was laughing at was not torturing pleasure, that was really a bit perverted.

What Malashenko laughed at was that this German guy looked as smelly and hard as a stone in the toilet, but once he started to do something physical, he could hear it just from the painful wails like killing a pig, This German guy's strong will is far less impressive than his verbal skills.

"Oh oh oh, listen to this voice, it seems like your body is more honest than your mouth, is that right?"

With a sinister smile and sarcastic words on his face, and his entire facial features distorted, the SS First Class Assault Battalion Captain looked angry and pained, at least to the eyes of ordinary people.

But from the perspective of Malashenko, who was closest and squatted down to look directly at the opponent, something different from before appeared in this guy's eyes. Malashenko called this thing " fear".

"You, I, I will kill you! You Russian pig, bastard, inferior"

Poof——

Click——

"ah!!!"

Malashenko, who had no intention of talking nonsense, saw that the effect of the medicine was not strong enough. He pulled out the knife in an instant and then dropped it with precision. In an instant, it penetrated the nail plate, pierced the adjacent middle finger, and was immersed in the soil.