Chapter 1104: Torture (Part 2)

No one could have imagined that Malashenko could be so straightforward and straightforward, just like a "cruel man who doesn't talk much, you are the Soviet Union".

Not only did Lavrinenko and Kurbalov, who were watching from the sidelines, not expect it, but the unlucky SS assault captain who was held on the ground and served as pork on the chopping board did not expect it either.

He knew that the Russians were cruel and merciless in the past when they killed their own people in the Great Purge. They would shoot them directly without trial if they caught them. As long as they thought you were guilty, you were guilty, and there was no need for evidence.

But he, who had been prepared to die generously, did not expect that the man he met was not the soul of this era, and it was impossible to judge and infer using common sense.

The feeling of having two fingers connected to the flesh and bones was so uncomfortable. This SS-level assault captain who claimed to be a man never thought that he, who had always been pampered and served by others, would suffer such a punishment one day. It can be said that he was not mentally prepared, let alone physiologically and physically prepared.

Seeing that the other party was still gritting his teeth and playing the trick of Xu Shu entering Cao's camp for him, Malashenko smiled even more.

The handle of the knife in his hand turned like this, and the blade connected to the front end and inserted into the flesh of the finger immediately rotated like a key.

Ahhhhh——

The bones were crushed and the flesh was shredded, and the screams that were more terrible than killing pigs soared in decibels on the spot.

"How is it? I think you seem to be quite comfortable. Do you want me to make you more comfortable? No need to pay, I'll pay for this."

The words he spoke were like the whispers of the devil from the abyss. The SS-1st Assault Captain, whose spirit, will and body could no longer withstand it, collapsed and gave up on the spot.

"I say, I say, I say everything! Knife, pull out the knife quickly, please, I really can't stand it! Knife, pull out the knife quickly!!!"

Malachenko did not have the perverted desire to feel pleasure by torturing others. He did all this just to achieve his goal as soon as possible, nothing else.

Since the SS-1st Assault Captain was willing to cooperate, Malachenko was naturally willing to give him some sweetness and pulled out the dagger stuck in the soil.

"Huha"

Beads of sweat fell from the top of his forehead, and he didn't know whether it was because of the pain or because he was really scared of the instigator of all this. The answer that followed was quickly blurted out in a gasp.

"The First Führer Guard Division of the Waffen SS, this is the number of our unit.

"Our division has just been transferred from the front battlefield in the direction of Oboyan to Prokhorovka to participate in the assault offensive. With us are the Skull Division and the Imperial Division, who are on the two wings of our division. When our division was counted this morning, there were more than 8,000 troops available for combat. I don't know the exact number, I really don't know, I can only tell you this answer I heard."

Mr. First-class Assault Battalion Captain was very cooperative and told Malashenko quite a lot of information in one breath, all of which were very useful.

Malashenko nodded to indicate that he understood, and then looked at the other party and asked his second question.

"Do you know how many tanks and assault guns your division has? What about the other two SS divisions? Do you understand the situation? "

"This, uh"

The SS-1st-level assault captain is equivalent to the rank of lieutenant colonel in the Wehrmacht. Looking at the other party's attire, Malashenko found that this guy was not an armored soldier. He had a thick briefcase on his buttocks, and there was no submachine gun carried by combat officers. The only place related to weapons was the holster on his waist.

According to this posture, Malashenko estimated that the grandson in front of him was probably a civilian staff member, or a staff officer in the command center who was not responsible for military command. If you think about it this way, even if he doesn't know the details, at least he knows something about it.

A guy who messes around in the command center all day long can hear more valuable content than what ordinary combat officers hear even if he pricks up his ears and listens intentionally or unintentionally. This fat fish that has just been caught obviously has a lot of value in digging and using it.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Is it difficult to answer? Do you need me to help you again? "

Malashenko saw that the grandson did not reply and directly threw out another sentence, which came out of nowhere. However, it was this sentence without any warning, but it directly scared the first-level assault captain to death on the spot.

"No, no, I mean I know! Our division just received a batch of Black Panther medium tanks this morning. I heard from others that there are about 30 of them. Counting the original tanks, there are about 90 now! I don't know about the assault guns. They have been dispersed to the infantry to support defensive operations. This is not my statistics. I only know this much. ”

???

If the Great Patriotic War could send real-time emojis, then Malashenko’s current state would probably be a panda head with three question marks.

What is this? How come the Black Panther is still in tatters? Even at this time, 30 new ones can still be delivered. Could it be that the output of the German rear production line has also increased?

Malashenko didn’t dare to delay, thinking that something was wrong, and immediately asked about the number of tanks in the other two SS divisions.

It would have been better if he didn’t ask, but once he asked, he got to the point.

According to the first-level assault battalion commander, the Skull Division and the Imperial Division also received corresponding new tanks, but the quantity and quality were inferior to those of the Guards Flag Division. In addition to the Black Panther, there were also Type 4 tanks to make up the numbers.

But a more critical piece of news was made clear that these newly added tanks were indeed new tanks that had just been built on the rear production line, transported directly to the front line by rail and delivered to the troops for use, rather than other armored units rushing to support.

Malashenko was unable to ask for the specific total number. This first-level assault battalion commander with limited power and low position really didn't know how many new tanks the three divisions had. This was not the information he should ask about and know.

It took only a few minutes to basically empty the other party's intelligence. Malashenko, who had a premonition that the situation might be getting worse, frowned, stood up and waved his hand casually to indicate that he could take the man down and interrogate him in detail.

Lavrinenko, who witnessed the whole process, still had no idea what was going on. He wanted to listen to the German conversation but couldn't understand it at all. He came to Malashenko and asked curiously.

"What did you say to that bastard? Did you get any useful information?"

Malashenko rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch, frowning. He turned around and ran away immediately, speaking at the same time.

"We are in big trouble. Find a way to send a telegram to the front headquarters. These SS lunatics may do something big!"