Chapter 1104 Torture (Part 2)

No one could have imagined that Malashenko could be so crisp and clear-cut, without saying a word, and he was like "a ruthless man who doesn't talk much, but you, the Soviet Union, are your brother."

Not only Lavrinenko and Kulbalov, who were watching and treating themselves as melon-eaters, did not expect to be escorted and pinned to the ground, but the unlucky SS First Class Assault Squadron Leader who was the pork on the chopping board himself also did not expect.

He knew that the Russians were ruthless in their methods. In the past, they had shown no mercy during the purges of killing their own people. If they were caught, they would be shot without trial. As long as they thought you were guilty, you were guilty without any evidence.

But he was already prepared to die generously, but he didn't expect that the person he met did not contain the soul of this era in his body, and it was impossible to judge the inference using common sense.

The feeling of having two fingers connected by flesh and bone is unbearable. This SS First Class Assault Battalion Captain, who prides himself on being a man, never thought that he, who has always been pampered and taken care of, would one day be like this. It can be said that there is neither psychological preparation nor physical preparation for suffering this kind of crime.

Seeing that the opponent was still clenching his teeth, Malashenko, who continued to play Xu Shu into Cao Ying, smiled even more.

The handle of the knife in his hand was turned like this, and the blade connected to the front end and inserted into the flesh of the fingers immediately rotated like a key.

Ahhhhh——

The bones were smashed, the flesh and blood were smashed, and the screams were worse than the killing of a pig. The decibels soared on the spot.

"How about it? I see that you are quite comfortable. Do you want me to make you more comfortable? You don't have to pay for it. I'll pay for it."

The eloquent words were just like the whispers of the devil in the abyss. The SS First Class Assault Group Captain, whose spirit, will and body could no longer withstand it, collapsed on the spot and was defeated.

"I said, I said, I said anything! Knife, pull out the knife quickly, please, I really can't stand it anymore! Knife, pull out the knife quickly!!!"

Malashenko has no perverted desire to torture people to make himself feel pleasure. He does all this just to achieve his goal as quickly as possible and for nothing else.

Since the leader of the SS First Class Assault Battalion was willing to cooperate, Malashenko was naturally willing to give the other party some sweetness and pull out the dagger inserted in the soil in one go.

"Huha"

Big beads of sweat fell from the top of his forehead and kept flowing. He didn't know whether it was because of the pain or because he was really scared of the person who had caused all this. The reply that followed quickly came out of his mouth. blurted out between breaths.

"The Waffen-SS First Fuhrer Guard Division, this is the designation of our unit.

"Our division has just been transferred from the frontal battlefield in the direction of Oboyan to Prokhorovka and came here to participate in the assault offensive. Also with us are the Skeleton Division and the Imperial Division, which are on the wings of our division. Our division is here When we counted this morning, there were still more than 8,000 troops ready to fight. I don’t know the specific number. I really don’t know. I can only tell you the answer I heard. "

The captain of the first-level assault brigade was very cooperative and told Malashenko a lot of information in one breath, which was very useful.

Malashenko nodded to indicate that he understood, and then looked at the other party and asked his second question.

"Do you know how many tanks and assault guns your division has? Where are the other two SS divisions? Do you know the situation?"

"This uh"

The captain of the First Class Assault Group of the Waffen-SS is equivalent to the rank of lieutenant colonel in the Wehrmacht. Looking at the other party's attire, Malashenko discovered that this guy was not an armored soldier. He also had a thick document bag on his butt, and no combat officer was seen carrying it with him. For a submachine gun, the holster on the waist is the only part related to the weapon.

Based on this posture, Malashenko estimated that the grandson in front of him was probably a civilian employee, or a staff officer position in the headquarters that was not responsible for military command. Thinking about it this way, even if he doesn't know the details, he at least knows something approximate.

Even if a guy who messes around in the headquarters all day long pricks up his ears and listens intentionally or unintentionally, he can hear content that is far more valuable than what ordinary combat officers hear. This article has just been The fat fish caught obviously has a lot of value in digging and utilizing.

"Huh? What's wrong? Are you having trouble answering? Do you need my help?"

When Malashenko saw that his grandson didn't reply, he just said another sentence and came out of nowhere. But just such a word without any warning directly frightened the leader of the first-level assault brigade out of his wits on the spot.

"No, no, I mean I know! Our division just received a batch of Panther medium tanks this morning. I heard others say there are about thirty of them. Counting the original tanks, there are now about ninety! Assault guns I don’t know, they were dispersed to the infantry to support defensive operations. This is not the statistics I am responsible for. I only know this much.”

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If the Great Patriotic War could send real-time emoticons, then Malashenko's current state would probably be a panda head with three question marks.

What are you doing? Why did the Black Panther become a cabbage? At this time, thirty new vehicles can be delivered. Could it be that the output of the German rear production line has also been increased?

Malashenko, who thought something was wrong, did not dare to delay, and immediately asked the other two SS divisions about the number of tanks.

It would be better not to ask. If you ask, it will reveal something big.

According to the first-level assault captain, the Skeleton Division and the Imperial Division also received corresponding supplements of new tanks, but the quantity and quality were inferior to those of the Guards Standard Division. In addition to the Panthers, there were also four tanks mixed in. Tank number recharge.

But a more critical piece of news is that it is made clear that these newly added tanks are really new tanks that have just been built in the rear production line. They are transported directly to the front line through railway transportation and delivered to the troops for use. They are not some other armored forces. Come to support.

Malashenko failed to ask for the specific total number. This first-level assault brigade captain with limited powers and a low-level position really didn't know how many new tanks there were in the three divisions. This was not information that he should ask or know. .

It took only a few minutes to basically empty out the information in the opponent's stomach. Malashenko, who had a premonition that the situation might be getting worse, frowned, stood up and waved his hand casually to indicate that he could be taken away. More detailed interrogation.

Lavrinenko, who had witnessed the whole process, was still blind and didn't know anything. He couldn't understand the entire conversation in German even if he wanted to hear it. Then he came to Malashenko and asked curious questions.

"What did you say to that bastard? Did you get any useful information?"

Malashenko, who rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch, frowned, turned around and walked away immediately, and spoke at the same time.

"We are in big trouble. Hurry up and find a way to send a report to the front army headquarters. These SS maniacs may do something big!"