Chapter 1172 Return to Where You Came From

Unlike ordinary harsh words, Malashenko's harsh words were like stabbing people in the heart.

Just a few seconds ago, the SS-1st Assault Captain even nodded to Malashenko with a smile, mistakenly thinking that the famous Russian officer sitting in front of him really understood and was afraid of the powerful deterrence of the SS cavalry, and surrendered to this unparalleled majesty and no longer chose to continue to resist.

His efforts to come here specially were not in vain, and he completed this task that was almost impossible to complete in the eyes of others, and this was based on his own initiative.

He actually persuaded the "Iron Butcher" who was the most troublesome to everyone to surrender! What a great credit and honor!

When he thought of this and all this, the SS-1st Assault Captain, who was extremely excited, was filled with joy. Based on this alone, he could almost foresee the great reward he would receive in the future, because this rare achievement would probably be worth two levels higher!

Getting a corpse and successfully persuading the enemy to surrender are two completely different things, and they are completely incomparable. Moreover, the opponent's difficulty and "notoriety" are far beyond the reach of ordinary Russian brigade commanders.

But the SS First Class Assault Captain's joy did not last long. The damn Russian opposite, who was really unpredictable and unexpected, immediately played a big joke, which was equivalent to spitting saliva directly on his face.

The opponent was so ignorant and greedy at this time, which was the most unexpected point for the SS First Class Assault Captain.

Later, an American war historian once described it in his book: The SS soldiers were all pretending to be gentle and easy-going. If you could peel off their disguise, you would see and understand what kind of bloodthirsty, cruel and inhumane bipedal beast was underneath the disguise.

Although Malashenko's actions did not completely expose this hypocritical disguise, to be honest, they were almost to the extent that they were enough to anger this disguised beast.

Sitting in the chair, the SS assault captain, who felt his face turn red and green, swore silently in his heart that he had never been humiliated so much in person.

It was as if his life was given by the Russian in front of him, and he could kill him at any time if he wanted. This was simply absurd!

He did not realize that everything he complained about was actually the most real truth at the moment, or he simply chose to ignore it subjectively and deliberately turned a blind eye.

Regardless of the situation, the only certain fact at the moment is that the SS First Class Assault Captain was furious. His face was twisted in anger, and he almost went berserk on the spot, but in the end he chose to swallow his anger and suppress it.

The objective reality that the situation is stronger than the person has not completely made the First Class Assault Captain lose his mind.

Facing Malashenko's rude words and extreme arrogance, the First Class Assault Captain who slowly stood up from behind the table did not say any more useless words, nor did he have the incompetent rage in the worst case. He just walked around the table and slowly came to Malashenko, and spoke softly and quietly in a calm tone.

"We will meet again, Colonel Malashenko, as you just said, on the battlefield later. Then we will fight it out and solve the problem in a real way between men."

"Now, I think we have nothing to talk about. I am going to take my people away. A great Soviet hero should not kill the envoy who came to negotiate, right? Am I right? Colonel Malashenko."

The reaction of the German in front of him can be said to be completely within his expectations. Malashenko can determine from the other party's words and expressions that this is a negotiation master with good psychological quality and insight, at least compared to those who do not master the basics of negotiation.

Malashenko, who had his own plans in his heart, smiled faintly when he heard the words, and the words that made the big stone in the heart of the first-level assault captain quietly fall to the ground, and then blurted out without thinking.

"Before you leave, I'll say one last thing. When you go back, remember to get a basin of water and wash your neck clean, rub off the dust and mud on it."

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The first-level assault captain looked at Malashenko with a complicated look in his eyes, frowning and not knowing what the Russian guy in front of him wanted to say.

"If you don't wash it clean, my hands will be dirty when I take your head off your shoulders. Your mother should have taught you to be clean since you were a child, so that you will be liked by others."

"Oh, sorry, it's a bit offensive. I don't know if you have a mother yet, please don't mind."

The first-level assault captain, who was still standing in the same place, felt that he was about to split. He had never seen a Russian who was so talkative, so critical, and so angry that you couldn't find any effective words to say back. It was like he was leading you by the nose, scolding you as he walked!

The first-level assault captain, who swore that he couldn't stay for even a minute, patted his leather gloves and rushed out the door without saying a word. He didn't want to look at Malashenko any more.

When the leader left, the younger brothers behind him hurriedly followed him and left the room as if they were afraid of being left behind. They didn't want to stay here for even a second.

Seeing that all the fascist running dogs in the room had left, Major Valosha, who had been waiting behind Malashenko, walked up and leaned his head to the ear of the brigade commander and spoke quietly.

"Are we just going to let them go? Comrade Brigade Commander, should we kill these fascist pigs? It's not too late to do it now. You just need to give the order immediately."

As the saying goes, one should not interfere in other people's affairs if he is not in their position. Major Valosha's idea is certainly reasonable and simple, but as the head of a brigade, Malashenko has his own ideas and thoughts corresponding to his position.

"Let them go. We can't be the first to break the rules. Besides, killing these guys now won't help. It won't have any effect."

"I bet you that as soon as we hear gunshots, the group of SS lunatics outside the village will definitely take action immediately. Letting them go back to report the news can at least delay some time. Even a few minutes will be extremely beneficial to us."