Chapter 1485 Malashenko’s Tank Aviation

How powerful and effective a sentence is depends on the person from whom it is spoken.

If he were an ordinary Soviet commander, Colonel Weickert felt that he could directly go up to him and argue with him in person without any hesitation. He asked himself whether he had this confidence.

But the person who said this at this moment was the notoriously vicious Malashenko, whose hands were stained with the blood of countless German soldiers. The man who could make recruits tremble with fear just by saying his name. The terrifying "Iron Butcher".

It is said that his men lead the most elite tank troops in the Soviet army. Some outrageous rumors say that they are Stalin's personal guards. Before the German invasion, he had been assisting in the defense of the capital Moscow. In 1941, he took the initiative to attack the city of Moscow and inflicted huge casualties on the German army and won a great victory. After that, Stalin was sent to the front line for a long time.

Colonel Weickert didn't know which of these widely circulated statements was true, but at this moment he only needed to understand one truth. That is, the Russian man in front of him pointing his finger at himself and yelling curses is really cruel and terrifying, and based on the strength of his army, he can really do what he says.

After swearing aloud, Malashenko did not stay at all and left the conference room directly following Comrade Vatutin and Lao Zhu.

Colonel Weickert, who was sitting blankly in his chair and felt that his brain had not yet fully reacted, blinked his eyes. After moving his eyes again, he saw that Namashenko, Vatutin and his party had left the venue.

Colonel Weickert, who was regretting why he reacted so slowly, was about to stand up from his chair and raised his hand to hold back and say something else. Unexpectedly, several Soviet guards standing in the corners and sides of the venue rushed forward, stretched out their strong arms thicker than the little girl's thighs, immediately pressed his shoulders and head, and pushed him down. Forcibly subdued on the table.

"What are you going to do? We are negotiating envoys, you can't hurt us! No!!!"

For a moment, Colonel Weickert was terrified to death.

Although it was only for a moment, he really felt as if he was about to die. The control of this life did not belong to him at all but was in the hands of the Russian. The other party only needed a gun to kill him. It cost him his life, and it was the same for others in the same group.

The Russians who hate the Germans so much that they want to eat them alive have every reason to do so, and they are really capable of doing it now without any effort.

"Don't worry, German scum! You still can't die. Go back and give your stupid pig commander a message. Remember to relay General Malashenko's words intact. You can guess whether he will pee on the spot. "

The person who said this was Adjutant Vatutin who had not left the venue at this moment. The young major admired Malashenko's impassioned speech just now and felt that this was what a true iron-blooded general should say to the enemy. If so, combined with Malashenko's brilliant record in the past, it is even more powerful.

Before he finished speaking, the major adjutant waved his hand and gave a silent order. The elite Red Army soldiers responsible for the security of the front army headquarters immediately killed these Germans who were talking nonsense and talking nonsense like they were dragging dogs to death. All dragged out.

After dragging them to a position where they could let these German guys go, they did not forget to lift up their oversized military boots and give these German guys a hard kick on their butts.

Colonel Weickert felt as if his buttocks had been hit by a cannonball. Before he even had time to sigh how the force could be so great, he flew forward as if an Ultraman toy had been thrown away by a naughty boy. He went out and fell headlong into a puddle of mud more than one meter away. He was covered in mud after being gnawed by a dog.

"Wash your neck and wait to be run over by a tank tomorrow morning! German garbage!"

"Get out! If you don't leave, I'll kill you lackeys!"

The translator officer who could understand Russian quickly ran forward to help Colonel Weickert up and signaled him to leave quickly. Colonel Weickert, who had never suffered such a shameful humiliation since joining the army, felt the feeling in his heart at this moment. The humiliation and intense anger were almost overwhelming.

But after getting up from the ground, he looked back with a vicious look at the heavily armed Russian guards who looked like giant bears. He knew clearly in his heart that he must not be impulsive. If he was impulsive, he would die in vain. Colonel Weickert finally suppressed the evil fire and left with his men.

"Let's go, get out of here and go back now."

There was no time to retrieve important items such as the confiscated guns and seized personal documents. Colonel Weickert and his entourage, who thought that their visit could at least delay their visit, left in a hurry, leaving the few generals behind. The Red Army soldiers that the group of people drove out laughed from behind.

"A bunch of stupid pigs, do you think they are so capable now? Tomorrow morning is their day of death, ha!"

"This battle is probably going to be over soon. What are your plans? I want to take a leave and go home. I haven't been home for more than half a year. My mother is almost worried about me."

"Well, don't let me envy you for taking leave to go home. I just took leave at the beginning of the year, so I can't do that now."

"Well, it seems I can only go back alone again. Hey, I'm out of cigarettes, give me one."

Several Red Army soldiers who were walking and chatting returned to their posts. At this moment, Malashenko, Zhukov and Vatutin were staying in the commander's office, talking and laughing, discussing the interesting things that had just happened. .

"You must have frightened those German guys, Malashenko, you can see from that expression, the German guy's face is simply more exciting than the painting, haha!"

"Yes, it's time to teach the arrogant enemies a lesson and let them understand that there is still a nemesis waiting for them with a polished guillotine."

Vatutin and Zhukov praised Malashenko's wonderful speech in unison, while Comrade Ma scratched his head in embarrassment.

"It's nothing, I just happened to think of this on a whim. But Comrade Commander, are we going to go back to the attack tomorrow? If so, I have to go back as soon as possible to make preparations. The troops have been fighting for a day, and there are many complicated things. Comrade Political Commissar is not in good health, so I can’t trust him to stay up all night alone.”