Chapter 1102: Catch Someone Alive and Ask Them Questions

Although the Guards Standard Division was defeated and driven out of its position, it lost control of the position.

However, this group of fanatics, who were well-equipped and fought tenaciously and fiercely, still took turns to cover and retreat in an orderly manner. Even though Malashenko did not order the pursuit because he had just occupied the position and had not yet completely stood firm, the retreating SS troops still pointed their weapons and guns in the direction of the enemy, ready to fight at any time. The enemies who come to pursue you fight to the death.

Malashenko, who had already got out of the tank, raised the telescope in his hand and clearly saw such a scene. He was not surprised by what these fascist fanatics did. Because this is indeed an "evil army" that is ferocious and cruel but extremely powerful in combat, just like the dog-headed undead army under Anubis that came out of the desert. It is a kind of pure evil that is extremely powerful.

"Do you think they will come back? I always feel like these lackeys are unwilling to fail."

Lavrinenko, who led the SU152 team to the position, had just gotten off the car and walked straight to Malashenko without caring about anything else, looking at the group of defeated SS who had not completely disappeared from sight. Jun, expressed the uneasy questions in his heart.

"Maybe, but we will take action before them! Today is only for us to crush Fascism, not for the nazi fanatics to ride on our heads and shit!"

Malashenko put down the telescope in his hand and looked around. There were still a lot of traces of the close-quarter bloody battle that had just ended.

There was the corpse of an SS soldier with a Mosin-Nagant inserted into his chest, and the remains of the assault group leader whose head was shot into half a spoonful of pulp by an unknown weapon.

The remains of the Red Army soldiers who died on the soil of the motherland are crisscrossed with the corpses of the enemy, and the battle between ace and ace has always been life-and-death and merciless. The two armies fought together in the name of their respective leaders, leaving behind only the ruins of this dilapidated battlefield. The remains of flesh and steel were piled everywhere, so densely packed that it was impossible to count how many there were.

The blood that filled the air mixed with the smell of burning chemical oil was very unpleasant. The smell was like wrapping meat products in liquid rubber and then grilling them on the fire. You can't name it. , indistinguishable smells were mixed together, with a strong smell of blood and an extremely unpleasant smell.

Even the battle-hardened brothers Malashenko and Lavrinenko couldn't help but raise their hands to fan the air in front of their noses in such an environment to make their sense of smell at least a little better. And the choking smell may really choke a living person if you breathe it for a long time.

"Comrades, please speed up the clearing of the battlefield. Place the injured soldiers properly and carry them down quickly. Let Karamov bring the maintenance and logistics supply troops over. Repair, refuel, and reload simultaneously."

"Oh, by the way, check the pile of corpses again to see if there are any living Germans. If there are any alive, don't rush to kill them. Drag them out and give them some medicine to revive them first. Try to find out how many Germans are around and how many Germans there are. We are just trying to fight without knowing anything. It is too dangerous to continue like this.”

Malashenko knew that it might not be easy to pry useful things out of the mouths of these brainwashed SS fanatics, but it was worth a try anyway, and of course it was a must.

Malashenko couldn't wait to know how many SS fanatics were watching around him.

Malashenko, who understood the entire battle situation in Prokhorovka, was already very clear that the three SS elite heavy-armed divisions in groups of tigers and leopards were all entrenched here, and they were originally competent in the direction of Prokhorovka. All Soviet units are currently in a difficult situation.

Malashenko can no longer use existing history to fit into the reality he is facing now, and then find a feasible solution.

Will the Krauts in Prokhorovka come back? Even if a division of Germans defeats the enemy and reverses the situation, Malashenko swears that he will definitely become the next target. As long as the Germans are not brain-stricken, they will never let themselves be so powerful. A thorn in the side is jumping around here.

As for what will happen next, he can think of it all in his head. Malashenko really doesn’t want to be buried in the hell place of Prokhorovka and let the Germans beat him up. The top priority is to figure out the Germans. Is there any plan that I don't know about? What is the situation of other division-level units?

To obtain this information, prying it directly from the German guy's mouth is obviously the best way.

Although the possibilities are uncertain, it is worth a try, and a small chance of success is better than doing nothing.

After communicating with Lavrinenko, Malashenko clapped a pair of leather gloves in his hand and was about to go to Karamov to ask about vehicle repairs and supplies. Karamov, who had just arrived at the position with his people, had already appear within sight.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a chaotic sound like the city management suddenly rushing in from the vegetable market suddenly sounded, and random shouts mixed with German and Russian immediately attracted Malashenko's attention, and then turned his head. Look around.

"Let me go! You Stalin-raised dogs, I'm going to kill you! Take out your intestines and strangle you to death! Just like Stalin hanged those who dared to oppose him!"

"Shut your stinky mouth! German bastard!"

boom--

Malachenko watched for less than five seconds, and the heavy butt of the rifle, like a giant soldier, hit the face of the SS soldier who was held down by a group of big men.

The solid wood Mosin-Nagant butt, which was specially soaked in oil, had a striking power comparable to that of a metal blunt weapon. Even if it could pierce a person's head with one blow, there would be no problem at all. The butt itself would not even leave a dent, and it was extremely strong.

The SS soldier who was struggling to jump up was caught off guard by such a blow. The butt of the rifle hit his forehead, and he tilted his head back on the spot as if he was kicked by a donkey, and he almost fainted on the spot.

"Stop! Stop hitting, stop!"

Malachenko, who witnessed this scene, immediately stopped it loudly without saying a word. Such a head butt blow does not need to be too many, just two more hits will definitely kill the man.

Malashenko knew how ruthless the Red Army soldiers, who hated the SS to the core, were. To say that they used all their strength was an understatement, as many SS soldiers were beaten to death in half a minute.