Chapter 897 Obsession

Many people were shocked on the spot by the sudden explosion of the Tiger tank, including our brigade commander comrade Malashenko.

Malashenko, who had just jumped off the turret, originally planned to go over and take a look at the surrendered Tigers and the German armored soldiers with their hands raised high. However, the sudden explosion instantly spread a super strong shock wave and knocked Malashenko on the spot. He was startled and almost fell to the ground.

"I'm holding you in my mouth, haven't you all surrendered? What the hell do these German guys want to cause trouble?"

Malashenko, who was a little further away, was startled, while Captain Hank, who was closer and had just got out of the car, was instantly knocked to the ground by the powerful explosion shock wave that rushed towards his back.

Fortunately, Captain Hank, who had prepared his backup plan in advance and was mentally prepared, had already raised his hands and left a far enough distance. The ammunition in his car was still detonated at a distance of more than 100 meters. You can't blow yourself up.

Only two of the three surrendered Tiger tanks remained.

Almost all of the German armored soldiers who had raised their hands and left the tank looked at each other in confusion, wondering why the Tiger tank with the command radio suddenly exploded. Only Captain Hank himself had a calm and unfazed expression on his face. Of course he knew why his car suddenly exploded.

"Be honest! Don't move!"

The Red Army soldiers speaking simple and broken German surrounded them, and they ran quickly and rained down the butts of their weapons on the surrendering German armored soldiers. However, the clenching of their teeth was not included in the wails of being beaten. , Captain Hank who couldn't hold back his voice.

"Search him for weapons, hurry up."

"Then see if there's anything valuable, just like before."

"You talk a lot, you act fast, and you still have the next battle to fight."

Captain Hank, who was forced to the ground with his face pressed against the snow, could understand simple Russian, and also knew that these Russian soldiers were rummaging around in his pockets, trying to find something from him. , after all, the privilege of the victor has remained unchanged since ancient times.

The young Red Army soldier, who traced his trouser legs up to the cuffs of his shirt and found almost nothing of value from Captain Hank, was as delighted as a gold digger in California who dug up a large lump of gold.

"Hey, this guy's wearing a watch! Look, it looks like something good! Top quality!"

Not caring what Captain Hank thought, he forcibly took off the watch from his wrist and placed it in the palm of his hand. The joy in his heart was already written on his face. The young Red Army soldier couldn't wait to chat with his comrades around him. Sharing the joy.

"You're so lucky. If I had known earlier, I would have looked at your wrist first."

Another Red Army soldier with a Bobosha in his hand and a classic Marx-style beard on his chin was a little envious. The watch looked indeed very delicate and intact. It was a pretty good trophy worth showing off. .

I always felt that the German guy who was pinned to the ground in front of him might have something else good on him. The bearded soldier who basically searched the opponent's body then turned his attention to Captain Hank's neck, which was close to the back of his head. A thin metal chain caught his attention.

Before Captain Hank could react, the strong bearded warrior forcibly broke the metal chain and held it in front of him, ready to take a closer look at what good thing it was and how valuable it was. If it could be compared to It would be great if that watch was still valuable.

It's just that the bearded warrior who just finished all this casually did not expect the next unexpected situation.

The suddenly violent Captain Hank seemed to be suffering from rabies. He instantly stood up from the ground and rushed over. He hugged the bearded soldier's right arm tightly and did not let go. At the same time, he reached out to grab the metal rod that was pinched in the palm of his right hand. Chain loot.

"This damn German is tired of living! Let go, let go! You damn lackey!"

Captain Hank, who is only over 1.7 meters tall, is not too short. At best, it can only be said that his development is balanced and normal.

But in front of this bearded Red Army soldier who is comparable to Malashenko in both height and body shape, the obvious height and body gap is immediately exposed like a little kid fighting with an adult, not to mention the bearded soldier's hands. He also carried a Bobosha submachine gun as a weapon.

"Damn you bastard! Get out of here!"

Boom——

The feeling of being kicked in the chest by a size 47 winter thickened military boots is quite unpleasant.

Captain Hank, who was thrown away by the bearded soldier with brute force, lay sprawled on the ground before he could get up. The bearded soldier with anger written on his face followed him, wearing thick oversized military boots without hesitation. The ground stepped on Captain Hank's chest.

The increasing force almost made Captain Hank feel like he was about to be squashed like a cockroach. However, while his breathing was constricted, he still did not forget to reach out to the metal chain in the opponent's hand that was very important to him. , and at the same time, there was the sound of being out of breath.

"Please, give it back to me. It's important to me. You can take everything else."

"Shut the fuck up! Damn Kraut!"

The bearded soldier, still angry in his heart, couldn't understand what the trampled German guy in front of him was talking about. He picked up the butt of the Bobosha submachine gun in his hand and saw it. Use all your strength to hit the opponent in the face.

"stop!"

The sudden shouting was as loud as thunder, and the bearded soldier who was caught off guard quickly stopped the butt of the gun that had been smashed down in his hand. When he turned around and looked in the direction of the sound, he could see a figure as tall as himself striding towards him.

"Why did you hit him? Didn't he surrender? Looking at you, you seemed to be preparing to give him some harsh blows."

After being questioned by the big boss in front of him, the bearded warrior, who was already a little frightened, did not dare to hide anything and immediately recounted everything that had just happened to Malashenko in front of him.

"That's it"

After listening to the description of the process, Malashenko was relieved. Beating prisoners was just a common occurrence and he couldn't afford to pursue it. It was very common for him to have close contact during the search for loot, so in the final analysis, this was a piece of cake.

But looking at the German armored captain lying on the ground at his feet, his eyes still flashed with strong obsession. Malashenko cast his eyes on the metal chain in the bearded soldier's hand and then spoke quietly.

"Bring this thing over and show it to me."