Chapter 541 Fanatic German Stick

"Are you the Iron Butcher?"

After Sasha, who had arrived late, translated this sentence in Russian, Malashenko, who smiled even thicker, nodded without any hesitation.

"If it's the steel butcher that you Germans call me, then what I want to say is that I'm right."

"Dimitri Drukovich Malashenko, lieutenant colonel commander of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment. Remember this name, if you can."

Realizing that the man in front of him, who was too tall to look like a tank soldier, was the Steel Butcher that everyone had been talking about, the German lieutenant who clenched his teeth and was obviously unconvinced immediately spoke back.

"How dare you Russians launch an attack on us!? You have no idea how much offensive energy we have accumulated. You will regret it soon!"

"Stalingrad, Kiev, Moscow, all your cities will be enveloped by the wrath of the Führer! At that time, you can only kneel on the ground and cry, cry out why your fate is so unfair! Cry out why you are born so inferior It’s damn Russia”

boom--

Before the terrible and insulting yells could be finished, the gun butt, which was rapidly growing larger and larger at the edge of the focus of the field of vision, hit the German lieutenant hard in the face.

The peach blossoms on Chekhov's face were all over his face. It was as if a condiment box had been knocked over and sour and salty things were spread all over the floor. It all went down his neck and went straight to his forehead. It was so sour and satisfying. He was caught off guard and there was no warning. He fell back to the ground and collapsed.

Lavrinenko, who was listening to Sasha's real-time translation next to him, couldn't bear it any longer. He cut off the SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle with only the grip edge of the butt, and hit the face of the farting German lieutenant with one blow. superior.

The SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle, which uses a short-stroke piston gas guide and a muzzle brake, is a rare and precious item among Soviet small arms. Although the structure of the firearm is more complicated than that of the Mosin Nagant, it is not easy to maintain. Not well received by grassroots Red Army soldiers.

But its unusually small recoil, which does not look like a rifle at all, was praised even by the legendary Soviet female sniper Lyudmila. It was also highly praised by the Red Navy who have high cultural knowledge and tactical literacy. Loved by Marines.

I always felt that the Bobosha submachine gun without a bayonet was not to my liking. Lavrinenko, who had a burly figure, did something that surprised Malashenko.

Lavrinenko found an SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle and cut off the stock with a hand saw to turn it into a truncated SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle.

The problem of recoil is not a big deal for Lavrinenko, who is as tall as a bear. You don’t see the fighting nation of later generations directly carrying a 7mm heavy machine gun and firing it from the waist, 62mm The small water pipe SVT-40 is really handy for Lavrinenko. According to his point of view, a long gun that can be equipped with a bayonet is the choice for men.

He was hit hard by Lavrinenko's special weapon and fell to the ground, covering his nose. But even so, the German lieutenant, who seemed to have a problem with his head, was still cursing at Malashenko. The only words on his lips were the arrogant words that inferior races and despicable Bolsheviks must be destroyed.

Malashenko, who originally thought that the German lieutenant was a sensible person, couldn't help but shake his head when he heard this.

A normal person who still has some sense may have no choice but to have a few words of "heart-to-heart" talk, but for this kind of lunatic who has been brainwashed to the point of hopelessness, Malashenko has never intended to act as a normal person from beginning to end. Communicate well with him.

He pulled out his Tokarev TT33 pistol from the holster on his waist, and at the same time handed the Somi submachine gun to Sasha for safekeeping.

Weighing the predecessor of the May 4th Black Star in his hand, he lowered his body and squatted next to the German lieutenant as if playing with a handful of works of art. His tone softened as if he was chatting with a friend, and then Malashenko spoke again. Speak softly.

"One question, if you saw your head of state in person, what would be your first reaction?"

Seemingly surprised by Malashenko's question, the German lieutenant, whose face was stained with blood, stopped cursing and looked stunned.

"Answer me, what will be your first reaction? There will be rewards for answering correctly, or are you afraid to answer at all or don't know the answer?"

Things like the radical method have long been played out by people in later generations, but in 1941, when the broadening of ideas was far less developed than in later generations, Malashenko's slightly roundabout words still had a satisfactory effect.

"Who told you I didn't know what to do? Watch out, you despicable Bolshevik!"

"Hi Hit"

boom--

The powerful 62X25mm Tokarev pistol bullet can smash the heads of good people into rotten watermelons at an extremely close range. The unfinished green smoke floating above the muzzle of the gun, accompanied by the shocking gunshot, caused the red and white things in his head to instantly scatter to the ground.

Malashenko, who killed this stupid German lieutenant with one shot, had no trace of mercy in his eyes. He could not just rely on reasoning to deal with such a strange product of a German soldier who was full of fanatical Nazi ideas. , only by allowing them to see the truth of communism can their erroneous ideas be forcibly corrected.

Extreme Germans who have reached a certain level will do their best to use their set of fallacies to lower your IQ to the same level as theirs or even lower, and then use their rich anti-human experience and twisted philosophy to You present yourself as a senior, and then ultimately achieve the goal of defeating you.

Regarding this point, Malashenko has already experienced it from countless Internet gangsters and Huang Na in later generations. This kind of person is not in the same dimension as a simple military fan. They belong to the kind of dirty maggots who hide in the flowers and pretend to be about to enter the stage of emerging from their cocoons and becoming butterflies. They are existences that are enough to make people sick to their stomachs.

The only difference is that the German gun that shattered the melon seeds in the head with the gunshot is at least a purebred German gun. As for the maggots in later generations, at best they are just a bunch of ridiculous, dirty and inferior people that the purebred German gunmen during World War II called inferior races. Just a German stick.

After seeing his head shattered by Malashenko's shot, Lavrinenko was still angry. The furious Lavrinenko strode forward directly, raised the truncated SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle in his hand, and pointed the muzzle at The corpse, which had lost half of its head, fired 10 shots in a row to empty the magazine. Then, a mouthful of thick phlegm that seemed to be burning with anger was spat on the corpse with blisters of blood.

"Bah! I really don't know how this kind of bastard was born into this world. One day I will kill all these scum!"