Chapter 818 The Son of a Noble

Lieutenant Colonel Dessler is dead.

The Lieutenant Colonel of the Defense Forces, who was about to become a father, died on his chair in a strange posture with the barrel of his Ruger P08 pistol in his mouth.

The bullet penetrated the back of the head diagonally from bottom to top, and the blood was dripping from the blow, and the brain tissue was extruded. Chun Chun's blood flowed from the mouth and corners of the mouth and dripped down the Ruger pistol and covered his pants.

Whether it was from the death posture or the scene in the empty room where one could hear the drop of a needle, the initiator of killing Lieutenant Colonel Dessler was none other than himself.

Between the two extremely difficult choices of faith and future, Lieutenant Colonel Dessler finally chose to implement and fulfill his oath as a soldier: to fight for the head of state and the people until he died on the battlefield.

Simply using the concepts of the Wehrmacht and the SS to distinguish German soldiers in this special era is actually not very appropriate.

People who were fanatically loyal to the Führer could be found in every corner of the German sphere of influence. Even the French who had raised their hands and surrendered could swear to fight for the Führer and join the SS. After changing their skins and transforming themselves, their combat effectiveness would skyrocket and they could fight against the Red Army. There have been many back and forths, and it is naturally impossible for the Wehrmacht, which is firmly controlled by the Junkers aristocratic officer corps, to have no fanatical followers of the Führer.

"This German guy died like this? Suicide???"

Apart from the clearly audible breathing sounds, the only thing left in the empty room was Lavrinenko's startled questions.

Malashenko, who was in a crouching position next to the chair where Lieutenant Colonel Deisler's body was lying, did not comment. He then reached out and gently took out the blood-soaked Ruger pistol that Lieutenant Colonel Deisler had in his mouth, and picked it up casually. He picked up a piece of telegraph newspaper on the ground and gently wiped the blood stains, then began to hold it in front of his eyes and examine it carefully.

"It's rare. It's an artillery model Ruger. This is the first time I've seen such a rare German gun."

The Ruger P08 pistol, regarded as a symbol of the status and glory of the National Defense Forces officer, is rarely produced and is itself a rare high-end trophy. Being able to capture such a weapon is something worth bragging about, but the Ruger currently in Malashenko's hands is even rarer! It is actually a Ruger pistol with an extended barrel, tailor-made for artillery self-defense.

"It's weird, why would a commando captain use the artillery version of the Ruger as his sidearm? What's the story about this guy?"

After initially recognizing the model, Malashenko was a little confused and a little unbelievable. He never expected that the rare artillery version of the Ruger he had captured for the first time would actually come from a German soldier. In the hands of the commando captain.

The more confused I became, the more intensely curious I became about the story that Lieutenant Colonel Dessler carried, and became more and more uncontrollable.

Determined to break the casserole and get to the bottom of it, Malashenko stretched out his hand to summon the German second lieutenant who had just led the people to surrender to him. The German second lieutenant, whose face was covered with bloodstains, stains, and skin abrasions, looked at Marashchenko timidly. Schenko was afraid that the Russian officer who failed to capture Lieutenant Colonel Dessler alive would vent his anger on himself.

"Okay, put away that murderous look in your eyes. You and I both know that this gun is not an ordinary gun. This is not the gun that a commando captain should have. Now tell me, this Daisler Colonel, who is your commander? It's best not to lie! Because my patience and time are very limited. "

While speaking, he did not forget to stretch out his hand and pinch it with his index finger and thumb to create a distance that was slightly larger than the height of an ant.

It was impossible not to be afraid of Malashenko. The German second lieutenant hesitated for a moment.

First he glanced at Lieutenant Colonel Dessler's slumped corpse, which had been opened, and then quickly glanced at Malashenko's expression from the corner of his eye. After a brief inner weighing and organizational language, he quickly became like this. The bamboo tube pouring beans usually tells everything.

"Lieutenant Colonel Deisler's family is a Bavarian aristocrat, and he is the direct second son of their family. This gun was given to him by his father when he graduated from the military academy and joined the army. His father was an artillery general. During World War I, we fought for the emperor.”

"This gun is Lieutenant Colonel Dessler's most important personal belonging. He puts it under his pillow every night when he sleeps. He said that it would be blessed by his family's glory and help him return safely alive."

"That's all I know, Mr. Officer, and I've told you everything I know."

After learning the so-called "truth", what Malashenko felt was not the satisfaction of filling his thirst for knowledge and curiosity, but a rather depressing pain in his balls.

"How come these stupid German officers just arrested a noble? Those who didn't know better thought this was a fucking Crusade!"

Speaking of which, there are definitely not a few noble officers of the Wehrmacht who died in the hands of Malashenko. Counting Lieutenant Colonel Dessler who was forced to death, there were already three known in 1942 this year alone.

The armored colonel who was killed in the battle in the village of Nibetlikaya was the first, and the infantry division commander who sold his adjutant and was ordered by Malashenko to have Seryosha drive a tank to carry out justice. The colonel was the second one, and Lieutenant Colonel Dessler who committed suicide by swallowing a gun in front of him was already the third one before the end of the year.

There are still two months left before the end of 1942. Will there be a fourth German aristocratic officer standing at gunpoint in these two months? Malashenko, who secretly slandered, shook his head, feeling that he might have come into conflict with this group of Junkers aristocratic officers to some extent.

After learning that the pistol in his hand, which was slightly sticky with blood, was actually the weapon of a noble general, Malashenko subconsciously looked down again and quickly discovered something was different.

The basic configuration of this artillery version of the Ruger pistol is exactly the same as the artillery version of the Ruger that I have only seen in photos, but the details of the grip and gun body are somewhat different.

The handle of the entire gun is engraved with some very detailed and exquisite hollow relief patterns, and there are also some similar patterns on the gun body. Although these silver-white and gold-inlaid hollow patterns are not many and inconspicuous, they show the entire pistol like a handicraft rather than a murder weapon. It will definitely be a very popular high-end collection in future generations.

I didn't notice it at first glance just now, just because the thick blood stains were splashed on these patterns, covering up the unusual beauty.

Combined with what was said by the German second lieutenant who was afraid of losing his life if he said anything wrong, Malashenko has basically confirmed the fact that Lieutenant Colonel Dessler must be a precious son who is deeply loved by his father.