Chapter 542 Who else?

One shot killed the Wehrmacht lieutenant who was fanatically loyal to the Nazis, and once again opened his eyes, Malashenko couldn't help but feel spiritually touched.

"It seems that Hitler's black hands are not only spread throughout the SS and the Nazi Party, but also the Wehrmacht are full of Hitler's fanatical followers. Oh, I thought that the power of the Junker nobles was so powerful that they could not pour water or needle. It’s hard to get through. It must be very uncomfortable for the Wehrmacht, which has been working hard for so many years, to be filled with Hitler fanatics.”

A considerable part of the later generations believed that Hitler's tentacles were only in the SS and the Nazi Party. The Wehrmacht was a regular military group that advocated chivalry and was led by the Junkers aristocratic officer corps. It was not contaminated by Hitler's black hands and his indifference. relevant, but in fact it is not.

Hitler's highly inflammatory speeches sent the whole of Germany into a frenzy.

This kind of fanaticism is pervasive in almost all walks of life in Germany. Children as young as a few years old to elderly people in their 70s and 80s all worship this fanaticism as a god-like existence.

The public support rate of as high as 93% is not just fabricated out of thin air, but the exact number obtained after detailed public opinion surveys.

This enthusiasm for swearing allegiance to the head of state has already penetrated into the Wehrmacht. Even if the older generation of Juncker noble officers are dismissive of it and can see its true colors, this does not represent the new generation of young officers and soldiers of the Wehrmacht. It can be done too.

The seeds of humiliation planted by the defeat in World War I took root and sprouted in the hearts of young people, growing into twisted and deformed towering trees reaching into the sky.

In Germany, no class or group can escape this fanaticism.

If there is one, the meter-thick Jewish putty in the concentration camp crematorium may be the real answer.

Anyone who dares to disobey the will of the Führer will be subject to the most crazy retaliation and complete elimination by the Gestapo. The methods are even worse than those of the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs. Himmler, who also wears a pair of small glasses, is comparable. Beria's methods are much more cruel and efficient, but the reality is so cruel and simple.

He frantically vented his anger towards the corpse with half of its head missing, and cut off the magazine of the SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle in his hand. After spitting hard, Lavrinenko, who still felt that he could not forgive his hatred, turned around. , walked to Malashenko's side and spoke slowly.

"What to do next?"

"If we beat a senior official to death, there must be some junior officials as well. We have many targets for interrogation."

Putting the Tokarev TT33 pistol with the cooled muzzle back into the holster on his waist, Malashenko, who had already made a plan in his mind, immediately spoke again to the bearded major not far away.

"Maxim, go and capture the biggest official among the Germans. I want to see if these fanatical henchmen can kill him!"

"Yes! Comrade leader!"

The silly, black and thick Major Maxim is as tough and resolute in his actions as his beard.

Major Maxim, who had not read many books, only knew that his comrade, the regiment leader, treated him well and he had to work hard to repay Malashenko. , As for the other big principles used by literati and poets, they have no idea and have not considered it at all.

Major Maxim, who walked around the pile of prisoners of war, quickly brought out a German second lieutenant, but what Maxim didn't expect was that he had just grabbed the German second lieutenant's collar and was about to drag him out of the crowd. When he came out, the latter, who was as stubborn as a runaway wild horse, broke away from Maxim's right arm and raised his right hand to restrain it, shouting.

"Hi, Hitler!"

"Damn it, you idiot, you really are not afraid of death!"

Malashenko, who turned out to be another fanatic at a glance, couldn't help but become furious instantly after witnessing this scene.

Malashenko, who had long lost his patience with this group of anti-human scum, snatched away the rifles of the soldiers beside him. The Mosin Nagant with a bayonet flashed coldly and was imposing.

Malashenko, who had never tried this method of killing before, clenched the spear in his hand and rushed forward with a lunge. His right hand pointed at the sky at an angle of 45 degrees. The German second lieutenant was stabbed on the spot before he could put his hand down. Cool to the core.

The knife pierced the opponent's chest, and Malashenko was still not relieved. He lifted up his size 45 military boots and kicked the opponent's chest hard. The bayonet hanging under the gun head came out instantly and at the same time, scarlet blood spurted out. When he came out, the German second lieutenant, whose heart was stabbed through by a knife, immediately fell to the ground on his back with only the breath left, and it seemed that he would not survive at all.

With one shot and one knife, two German lieutenants were killed cleanly and continuously in less than a minute. Such murderous Soviet officers frightened the surrounding German prisoners who had surrendered and turned pale and speechless.

Raising his sharp eyes as fierce as an eagle's talons, he scanned the group of unarmed German prisoners in front of him. Malashenko was sure that among this group of harmless-looking guys, there must be people who looked at him with hatred and disobedience.

Malashenko, who was on the line with these anti-human Nazis, did not stop doing anything today. He simply stood there with a bloody Mosin-Nagant rifle with a bayonet on the tip and said nothing. , obviously waiting for the next fanatical Nazi who is not afraid of death to come forward after eating the courage of the bear.

"Any more? That bastard who still swore allegiance to Hitler and the Nazi Party is not afraid of death!? You can stand up now! Forgiving you scum is Comrade Lenin's business, and what I have to do today is to send these scum to Go to Comrade Lenin and confess your sins face to face!”

Malashenko, who had blood spattered on his face and didn't bother to wipe it off, even looked a little funny wearing a black leather tank hat. If he were placed in a circus, he would look like a clown with ketchup smeared on his face, but The German prisoners, who were basically frightened out of their wits, did not dare to think so.

The enthusiasm for swearing allegiance at all costs began to rapidly cool down to the freezing point in the face of blood and cold death. The scarlet cruel reality made the few remaining Nazis in the prisoner pile who were still slightly dissatisfied finally choose to shrink. The turtle said nothing.

Where can you swear allegiance if you don't even have your life? Loyal to God? This isn't very funny.

Malashenko, who had planned to kill a few more Nazi fanatics to establish his power, saw that no one in the group of cowards dared to stand up anymore. He was about to say something but was interrupted by a young voice.

"Mr. Commander of the Soviet Army, I have important information to report to you! You will definitely be able to use it! Please believe me!"