Chapter 1485 Malashenko's Tank Aviation

How powerful and effective a sentence is depends on who says it.

If it were an ordinary Soviet commander, Colonel Weckert would have felt that he could still confront him directly and argue with him. He asked himself if he had the confidence to do so.

But the person who said this at this moment was the notorious Malashenko, whose hands were stained with the blood of countless German soldiers, the terrible "Iron Butcher" whose name alone could scare the recruits.

It is said that he led the most elite tank unit in the entire Soviet army. Some more outrageous rumors also said that it was Stalin's personal guard. Before the German invasion, he had been helping to garrison the capital Moscow. In 1941, he took the initiative to attack the city of Moscow and caused huge casualties to the German army and won a great victory. Later, he was sent to the front line by Stalin for a long time.

Colonel Weckert didn't know which of these widely circulated statements was true, but at this moment he only needed to understand one thing. That is, the Russian man in front of him who was pointing his finger at him and cursing was really cruel and terrible, and with the strength of his troops, he could probably do what he said.

After a long curse, Malashenko did not stay for a moment, and followed Vatutin and Comrade Lao Zhu out of the meeting room.

Sitting in a chair, Colonel Weckert blinked his eyes, feeling that his brain had not fully reacted. When his eyes moved again, he saw that Malashenko and Vatutin had left the venue.

Regretting why he reacted so slowly, Colonel Weckert was about to stand up from his chair and raise his hand to keep him and say something. Unexpectedly, several Soviet guards standing in the corners and on both sides of the venue rushed up directly, stretched out their strong arms thicker than the girl's thighs, and immediately pressed his shoulders and head, and pushed him down on the table to subdue him.

"What are you going to do? We are the negotiating envoys, you can't hurt us! No!!!"

For a moment, Colonel Weikert was terribly scared.

Although it was only a moment, he really felt as if he was about to die. The control of his life did not belong to him at all, but to the Russians. The other party only needed one bullet to kill him, and the same was true for the others in the group.

The Russians, who hated the Germans and wanted to eat them alive, had every reason to do so, and they were really capable of doing it at the moment without any effort.

"Don't worry, German scum! You are not going to die yet. Go back and tell your stupid commander. Remember to tell him what General Malashenko said exactly. You can guess whether he will be scared to death on the spot."

The person who said this was Adjutant Vatutin who had not left the meeting yet. The young major was very impressed by Malashenko's impassioned speech just now. He felt that this was what a real iron-blooded general should say to the enemy. Combined with Malashenko's past outstanding achievements, it was even more powerful.

Before the voice fell, the major adjutant waved his hand and gave a silent order. The elite Red Army soldiers in charge of the security of the front headquarters immediately dragged out all the Germans who came to talk nonsense and lie like dead dogs.

After dragging them to a place where they could let these Germans go, they did not forget to lift up their oversized military boots and give these Germans a hard kick on their butts.

Colonel Weikert felt like his buttocks were hit by a cannonball, and before he could even sigh at how powerful the force was, he flew forward like an Ultraman toy thrown by a naughty boy, and fell headfirst into a muddy puddle more than a meter away, covered in mud.

"Wash your neck and wait for a tank to run over you tomorrow morning! German garbage!"

"Get out! If you don't leave, I'll shoot you running dogs!"

The translator officer who could understand Russian ran up to help Colonel Weikert up and signaled him to leave quickly. Colonel Weikert, who had never suffered such a great humiliation since he joined the army, felt that the humiliation and strong anger in his heart were almost uncontrollable at this moment.

But after getting up from the ground, Colonel Victor looked back at the heavily armed Russian guards who looked like giant bears with a vicious look. He knew clearly in his heart that he must not act impulsively, otherwise he would be sending himself to death in vain. In the end, he suppressed his anger and chose to leave with his people.

"Let's go, leave here, and go back now."

There was no time to retrieve the confiscated guns and personal documents. Colonel Victor and his party, who had thought that this trip could at least delay time, left in a hurry, leaving the Red Army soldiers who drove them out to laugh at them.

"A bunch of Nazi idiots, do you think you are so powerful now? Tomorrow morning will be their death, ha!"

"This war will probably be over soon, what are your plans? I want to take a leave to go home, I haven't been home for more than half a year, my mother is almost worried about me."

"Well, don't let me envy you for being able to take a leave to go home, I just took a leave at the beginning of the year, I can't do it now."

"Well, it seems that I have to go back alone again. Hey, I'm out of cigarettes, give me one."

Several Red Army soldiers who were walking and chatting returned to their posts, and at this moment, Malashenko was in the commander's office with Zhukov and Vatutin, discussing the interesting things that had just happened.

"You must have scared those Germans, Malashenko. From their expressions, you can see that the Germans' faces are even more interesting than those painted, haha!"

"That's right, it's time to teach the arrogant enemy a lesson, so that they know that there are nemesis holding a shiny guillotine waiting for them."

Vatutin and Zhukov praised Malashenko's wonderful speech just now, while our old comrade Ma scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

"It's nothing, I just happened to think of this on a whim. But Comrade Commander, are we going to resume the offensive tomorrow? If so, I have to go back and prepare as soon as possible. The troops have been fighting for a whole day, and there are many complicated matters that need to be handled by someone. Comrade Political Commissar is not in good health, and I am worried about him staying up all night alone."