Chapter 1281 Telling the Truth

"Do you know who I am?"

There are many things that can shock people, and people will always encounter various "shocks" in life, but Malashenko never thought that the situation would be like this.

This is the war years, not the rest day in the future, when an enemy suddenly pops up on the battlefield and says "I know you and know all your information", and this is an accidental encounter without any signs.

Malashenko knows that he is a relatively famous person among the Germans, but he is so famous that even a small major can call out his name, position, rank, and the number of the unit he leads. This can be described in a down-to-earth way as "your mother is outrageous."

"Who are you? Why do you know all this? What mission did you come with?"

Malashenko's face was so gloomy that ink was about to drip out, and his face was full of black lines. His sixth sense made Malashenko feel that this German knew him so well, and he would not come to pay homage to him. There must be something wrong.

In stark contrast to Malashenko's expression, the Wehrmacht major who was tied up on the chair was smiling strangely, not caring at all that he was in a completely passive and disadvantageous state, as if he had grasped some terrible handle on Malashenko and was confident.

"What's going on? Seryosha, do you understand what this is saying?"

Iushkin, who covered his mouth and spoke softly, could feel that something was wrong, but because Malashenko and the German were using "German" encrypted calls, Iushkin, who had no idea what this was talking about, could only seek answers from Seryosha on the side.

"You ask me? I don't understand the German language! Kirill knows a little, but it's a pity that he is not here now!"

In the entire No. 177 crew, except Malashenko, the only person who still knows a little German and can translate many key words is the former loader Kirill.

But now Kirill is not here, he has long been promoted by Malashenko to become a car captain and platoon leader.

There was no need to ask about Artyom, who was standing like a wooden stake beside him. Iushkin thought it would be weird if Artyom could understand German. He turned his head slightly and cast an inquiring look, and the result was as expected.

"I don't know what they are talking about, Iushkin, sorry."

Artyom's tone when speaking to Iushkin was always polite and gentle, but this could not solve the actual confusion in Iushkin's heart. The "encrypted call" between the tank commander and the German major continued.

"Who am I? We can talk about it later. There is one thing I am curious about. Do you know the details of the Ukrainian bastard who just stood beside you and flattered you? Hmm? The Soviet tank hero, the terrifying "steel butcher", I want to hear your answer."

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To be honest, the difficulty of this German major was really beyond Malashenko's expectations.

This guy's relaxed tone and leisurely expression when speaking seemed to be indifferent to life and death.

Of course, Malashenko didn't think that the German major was really not afraid of death. The obviously wrong breathing rhythm and the details of the pupils that were sometimes large and sometimes contracted all silently explained that this guy was actually engaged in a fierce psychological game.

In this case, there is only one answer? What purpose does this German want to achieve by concealing his negative emotions? To have more bargaining chips in the conversation with himself, so as not to be completely passive.

What is the purpose of this German?

Malashenko didn't know, but he was already interested. It was worth it for Comrade Lao Ma to spend some time to find out what he wanted to know.

"If you mean Valensky, I really don't know his background. And my intuition tells me that you should have something to say to me, so I'm all ears."

"Huh? I fucking knew it! This bastard is best at deceiving people with his smooth tongue? Even I was fooled by this bastard."

The German major shook his head and smiled bitterly at himself, and Malashenko, who was sitting in a chair with his eyes narrowed, was still waiting for an answer.

"Okay? Listen carefully to every word from now on. I guarantee you will be glad that you didn't shoot me."

The German, who had been talking for a long time, finally got to the point. Malashenko, who was sitting opposite him on the chair, also became interested and began to open his eyes wide and prick up his ears.

"You don't know that bastard Valensky at all! If you knew him, I guarantee you would shoot him right away!"

"This guy's actions are like a pile of dog shit. He would stink even if he stayed there. If he led people to the village to clear out the guerrillas and track down their whereabouts, then there would be deaths in this village today, even if there were no guerrillas! As for how many, a few, a dozen, or even dozens of deaths, it depends on the bastard's mood today."

"Sometimes if he is in a bad mood, he can probably pull out a truckload of dead bodies, using a truck, your GAZ truck."

"Don't ask if there are guerrillas in it, just look at the bodies of those five or six-year-old children. Valensky sold his soul to that bastard Shi Daofen, and he is just a dog that bites and bleeds people everywhere! There is nothing he dares not do, and there is nothing he can't do. Shi Daofen almost loves this loyal dog to death."

Malachenko, who traveled from the future, knows how bad some Ukrainian traitors are? Killing their own people is as easy for them as cutting melons and vegetables, eating and drinking water. Malachenko, whose facial expression did not fluctuate much, soon spoke again.

"Who is Stauffen?"

"The highest commander of the SS in this area, the captain of the first assault battalion? It was Valensky, who he personally selected and promoted. He did not command the front-line battles but was responsible for clearing out the guerrillas in the rear and maintaining public order in the occupied areas. His own people would be responsible for dealing with those tough ones? For example, there were a few machine guns and mortars, and hundreds of guerrillas."

"But in those less important situations, Valensky would help him do things and deal with troubles. This guy is a complete pervert. Every time he hangs someone, he takes a photo with the corpse, no matter whether the rope is tied to a man, woman, or child. He will also treasure the photos after they are developed. He has a special album. If you can kill him, you may be able to find it."

Malashenko, who probably sorted out his thoughts, nodded slightly, but this did not mean that Malashenko would easily choose to believe it.

"Why should I believe that what you say is true? You should have a suitable reason."