Chapter 2445 Strikes hard

Malashenko had just given the order, and before he even had time to think about what to do next, Alsim had already escorted people to stand in front of Malashenko.

"What the hell? Where did you get it?"

It can't be said that he is in a good mood, but it is not bad either. It can only be said that he is in a normal and ordinary state. There is no emotion or joy in his face. Malashenko does not even want to be called a "person". Describe this pig-like German guy on the ground.

Of course Malashenko knew that what he dragged over was a living person and not a corpse. If it was a corpse, there was no need to bring it to him. Now he just wanted to know where Alsim got "this thing" from and what happened? What's the value?

Of course Alsim understood what Malashenko meant, and blurted out the words without thinking.

"They were captured from the command post, in the half-buried earthwork bunker over there."

"There were two majors, one lieutenant colonel, and two guards there. When I started to attack, everything that was in my way was easily solved. The biggest remaining officer not only refused to surrender, but also dared to resist me. After being beaten by me, To be honest, he is a colonel. I don’t see anyone with general rank in the entire command post.”

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After hearing this, Malashenko did not give a direct answer, but walked over silently, came to the German colonel who was being dragged all the way, and then squatted down.

"You're not dead yet? Can you speak?"

The German colonel, who was dragged all the way and even lost one of his long military boots, with his stinky feet hanging out, was completely paralyzed. He was still lying on the ground with his eyes closed and his whole body trembling. , just humming non-stop.

Not to mention answering questions, Malashenko felt that it would be "miraculous" if he could recover on his own without going to the hospital.

As for whether we will send the German colonel to the hospital, we have to make a decision based on Comrade Ma's mood. This is of course another matter.

"What happened to you? Did you end up like this? Did you kick his balls out???"

Malashenko, who had changed his German into Russian and no longer wanted to ask anything from the little colonel, stood up and quietly asked Alsim beside him.

Seeing that this matter really wanted to make a big deal, Alsim, who felt a little out of control, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head. After thinking about the flash of fire just now, he moved towards Malashenko. When in doubt, speak up.

"Logically speaking, it shouldn't be done. So I punched the German guy, but it hit him on the head, and I didn't hit him below. I feel like he was just pretending, comrade commander, this kid must be pretending to be cowardly and trying to fool him." Pass the test, you see, I have a way to wake him up."

"Hey, hey, wait, don't go."

Alsim walked away before he finished speaking, pretending to put what he had said into action. Unexpectedly, before he could even take the first step, Malashenko beside him reached out to him. Stopped.

"You punched him in the head?"

Malashenko repeated what he had just heard, making Alsim blink and feel a little confused.

After thinking about it, it seemed that there were no other problems, it was just like that. Comrade Alsim, who didn't think there was any problem, nodded immediately, and Malashenko sighed when he saw this.

"You hit him on the head with your fist, and you expect him to act like a normal person now? What a Slavic joke you are making."

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Alsim, who didn't understand why, was as silent as a little kid who knew he had done something wrong but didn't know where he was wrong yet. Malashenko's complaints continued.

"That fat pig in the cooking class can be beaten to death with one fist by you for training. The sledgehammer that crushes the pig's head is not as good as your fist. With your arm strength, you can round your shoulders and punch it, not to mention that his body can't bear it. Even if it were me, I would have been knocked to the ground by your punch. You also hit me on the forehead. I was addicted to beating pigs last time, right? The German guy was already dead without being beaten to death by your fist. , what else do you expect.”

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Malashenko had heard of Alsim's glorious deeds when he went to the cooking class to visit.

A batch of fat pigs that had just arrived at noon were going to be slaughtered for dinner in the evening. One of them ran away when I was about to kill the pigs. The bearded cooking squad leader was so worried that he directly picked up the pigs for death. Sledgehammer chased him out on the spot.

Unexpectedly, Alsim, who had come to chat with an acquaintance, immediately became energetic when he saw this situation. He was running like a dog to catch a mouse without bothering to go find someone to trouble him. He put on a posture on the spot and rounded his arms, using all his strength, fearing the power. When that wasn't enough, he accelerated and hit the top of the head of the over 400 kilogram fat pig that was rushed towards him.

This fist not only saves the process of chasing pigs, but also saves the process of killing pigs.

The big fat pig weighing more than 400 kilograms was knocked over on the spot by the fist that jumped up and hit it hard. Although it was not as exaggerated as the brains bursting and the skin was torn apart, the big fat pig lost control and rushed out. He fell to the ground and never got up. He just kept thrashing there, as if he had been electrocuted and completely lost the ability to resist and escape.

Alsim, who was almost knocked away by the pig, got up from the ground, walked forward and looked at his "results", smiling happily and very satisfied. After a brief silence, he was immediately surrounded by cheers and thunderous applause from the entire cooking class. Alsim, who showed off his operation on the spot, was so happy that snot bubbles almost came out of his nose.

In the future leadership division, "the combat engineer company commander knocked down the big fat pig with one punch" has become a meme, a good story, and a legend in the world. Some people even come here to see what the legendary Slavic fierce man looks like. , of course, there are also many challengers who come to compete and want to learn a few tricks.

The result was, of course, without exception. Alsim gave them all a mercilessly bruised nose and face. They were still wearing protective gear for stabbing combat training. Without this protective gear, they would have been beaten with chipped teeth and lameness. Flash your waist or something.

Based on these "glorious deeds" of Alsim, Malashenko felt that Colonel Nade was lucky to be able to save his life from Alsim.

I don’t know how I provoked Alsim to be beaten like this. Logically speaking, it shouldn’t be like this for a high-value target to be arrested. The big German fish Alsim captured alive in the past has never been like this, but Looking back, this kind of thing seems to be no longer important.

"It's just a colonel. Since we haven't caught the bigger one, it means that the person in charge has escaped. Even if this guy is killed by you, he is just a scapegoat. How can there be only one colonel in charge of commanding the defense area in such a large position? Put him in charge of the defense area. Just take it away and throw it with other prisoners of war, take it with you."