Chapter 1548 Bah, slip of the tongue doesn’t count!

But now, right before his eyes, as the sound of several loud cannons passed away, Anton sadly discovered a cruel reality that made him almost breathless: his horse was gone.

Yes, Anton's horse is indeed gone, just as the soldier said.

It was blasted high into the sky by a Red Army tank with high-explosive shells, and was shattered on the spot.

What appeared in front of Anton was a scene of his horse being torn into pieces and its bones separated from the body by the explosion.

In this posture, who knows how high his horse had to fly when the shells exploded. It is estimated that several Bolshevik tank shells may have landed in almost the same position, or at least they landed very close to each other. This effect is achieved only by clicking on it.

Because in the current scene, not only the horses flew away, but even the horse pens and stables were demolished on the spot, leaving only rotten wood and broken grass scattered on the ground.

Of course, there is still more grass to feed the horses. In Anton's eyes, the remains of the horse pen and stable are "grass, grass, grass, grass", and there is grass everywhere at a glance. This is enough grass for the horses to eat for the whole winter before winter. It is not easy to get so much.

It doesn't matter whether it's grass or anything else. Even if the horse dies, flies, or is broken, it doesn't matter now.

A horse is just an animal, no matter how important it is, can it still be more important than others?

The most important thing is that he has to find a way to get out of here alive and escape. If he wants a horse in the future, he can just find another one. Isn't there a need for Anton's horse in this world?

Of course, there is no shortage of answers. There are as many horses as are suitable for Anton, and they can still fly and are still the Anton Pegasus.

"It's been three minutes, why haven't there been any movements from these bandits? If you ask me to just surround you, why don't we rush in immediately? It only takes three cigarettes at most to clean up all these bandits. We are here now. It's a waste of time, Comrade Commander."

Malashenko did not show any airs in front of his close comrades, so even Iushkin, who had been promoted to captain, was still a whole school level behind Malashenko. Iushkin, who was extremely familiar with Comrade Commander, dared to speak in such a casual manner. He knew that Malashenko was not someone who cared about such minutiae and liked to put on the airs of a leader or a general.

"Be patient and don't be anxious. We have to determine who the leader of these bandits is and what he looks like. It will be clear when he comes out to shout. This way, when arresting people, he will be targeted and will not allow him to fish in troubled waters. The ground ran away."

After hearing Malashenko's explanation, Iushkin, who had his head turned, replied in a very dishonest manner and seemed to be a bit disastrous.

"Then what if he directly found a substitute to come out to shout to us and lie to us from the beginning? A bandit leader who can run such a large group of bandits must be very cunning. This is not impossible.

The words were crude but not crude, and they may sound a bit deliberately trying to undermine the situation, but you have to admit that it is indeed possible, but after hearing this, Malashenko still smiled without changing his expression.

"There are ways to make him reveal himself, but now he can only come out and talk to us in person. Don't forget that we have this."

Malashenko, who was holding the map that Varosha had collected in one hand, flicked his fingers and revealed a corner of another thing contained in the map. It turned out to be a piece of paper with a not-so-clear, but... A black and white photo with a rough outline of a person's face.

"This bandit leader must have offended his men to death. Otherwise, a little leader who worked for him wouldn't have to hold such a grudge against him. He got so many useful things just to kill him. Now we can just Use it. If you have a photo, you just need to check the face, he can’t run away.”

Looking at the photo in Malashenko's hand that was said to be a portrait of the bandit leader himself, Iushkin, who stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand, shook his head and said nothing.

He vaguely felt that it was not that simple for Malashenko to order a siege but not an attack. Wouldn't it be better to just rush in and arrest people now that he had the photos?

I guess Comrade Commander had some other plans that he didn't know about. Maybe it was to avoid unnecessary casualties?

It is indeed possible, but there may be other reasons.

But things have come to this point, and there is no need to be a curious baby to break the casserole and get to the bottom of it. Just watch it honestly and with your eyes wide open. Considering the current situation, what should happen will definitely happen. The reason is that simple.

Iushkin and Malashenko, whose upper bodies were standing outside the turret, had just finished speaking when they saw sudden movement in the bandit's den in front of them that had been surrounded and located on the top of the small slope.

"Red Army warriors outside! I want to talk to you! What do you think of your army?"

Good guy, the thief Cao Cao will be here as soon as he says, and it really comes very quickly.

Malashenko, who raised the corner of his mouth and felt happy in his heart, knew that this was a sign that work was coming. He had been waiting for this moment, and then he picked up the metal speaker he had prepared and spoke loudly.

"Let your leader in charge speak out! I am Major General Malashenko, commander of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division. Don't try to make any unnecessary resistance! Otherwise, only destruction awaits you!"

Malashenko doesn't mind announcing his family name first at this time. A name that is loud and clear is enough to put strong psychological pressure and deterrence on the other party. Of course, it can also save a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Malashenko, who stayed outside the range of the sniper rifle and was still in the blind spot of the commanding heights, did not hear any echo for a long time. He couldn't help but wonder if the opponent was so frightened that he peed his pants and ran to change his pants?

Just as he was about to pick up the trumpet in his hand and roar two more times, the replying voice suddenly spoke and came quietly.

"Please confirm, is it really General Malashenko, the tank hero who made the Nazi lackeys fearful?"

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If it were possible to post an emoticon at this time, then Malashenko would definitely send a panda head with three question marks. The expression "subway, old man, mobile phone" would also work. How can these stupid bandits still not believe it at this time?

"I repeat again, the Red Army Tank Major General Malashenko has led a team to surround you! You are not qualified to raise questions. If you know what is going on, you'd better put down your weapons immediately and perform the French military salute. Slips of the tongue don't count! Come out and surrender with your hands raised! The Red Army treats prisoners preferentially. !”

"You are not Nazi invaders. You can still be reborn through labor reform! Stop being stubborn and stubborn. The result of being stubborn is death. Stop making meaningless resistance!"

Malashenko felt that the bandit leader opposite might have a weak head, and he still asked such stupid questions at this time.

After thinking about this, Malashenko was no longer in the mood to even talk to the bandit leader opposite. He gave an ultimatum and immediately ordered an attack even if he didn't come out to surrender. Even if he had to pay some avoidable casualties, he still had to kill the enemy. The pig-brained bandit leader was captured on the spot.