Chapter 1516 The Bloodthirsty Beast

Even at the last moment before leaving, Malashenko did not order the execution of the SS commander who had witnessed everything. Instead, he left the dying man who was so seriously injured that he could not even stand up. He stayed where he was, letting him fend for himself in this cold and dark endless night.

Anyway, this guy doesn't have much life left, so savoring the last bit of painful time in his life is a kind of torture or punishment.

"You don't often order the execution of Germans. Can you tell me why you did it this time?"

After learning that the remaining German troops had marched westward and that the fighting at the front had subsided, the Forward Division led by Comrade Political Commissar quickly followed suit, set up camp at the SS station after the bombardment, and began to set up a new field division. department.

Comrade Political Commissar immediately heard about Malashenko's order to execute two SS prisoners of war. To be honest, Comrade Political Commissar did not intend to immediately go to Malashenko to question him and talk loudly with any subjective emotions.

Having spent a long time with Malashenko and being very familiar with each other, the political commissar knew that Malashenko had his own reasons for doing this. He wanted to hear what Malashenko said about why he did this, and it would not be too late to say something after that.

"If these SS troops surrender to us honestly from the beginning, or if they hold out on the real battlefield before surrendering. In either case, I will not give the order. Execution of them was something else that really annoyed me for giving the order.”

Malashenko's reply to the political commissar was very plain and calm, sounding like he was telling a very ordinary and ordinary thing. He didn't take the two executed SS men to heart at all, and spoke as if he were talking about wild dogs that were run over and killed on the road.

"We all know that this meaningless battle is actually over. The SS commander even said so when he answered my question."

"But what? For that boring, disgusting, fanatical and pathological worship and belief, they will kill more Red Army backers at the risk of their own lives."

"I don't think this is what a soldier should do, not to mention that they are doing it as unjust invaders. Soldiers obey orders, fight bloody battles on the battlefield, and fight bravely to kill the enemy. An enemy's life is worthy of his status as a soldier and the honorary oath sworn under the military flag, because he is executing military orders, and it is the duty of soldiers to obey orders. "

"But these three bastards killed people for their own selfish desires stemming from their sick, twisted psychology and beliefs. They did not fight for victory, but to support a few people before they died, so that they would appear to have deserved their death. This is The bastards who cultivated evil are no longer worthy of being called soldiers, they are just a group of bloodthirsty two-legged beasts."

"If they had not been stopped by force, they would have continued to kill more people in this battle that was already destined to end, until they could no longer kill them. Now that they have turned themselves into monsters, they will not cherish themselves even more. As an enemy on the opposite side, why should I care about these bastards? Killing them is the best outcome, and I will always think so."

In front of the political commissar comrades, Malashenko never concealed his true inner thoughts hypocritically. He always said what he had to say and never told lies. Of course, it was the same this time.

After hearing Malashenko's answer, the political commissar who pulled up a chair and sat next to Malashenko began to think in silence. It wasn't until Malashenko drank almost all the German horse urine coffee in the cup that he spoke quietly.

"In this world, you have to do many things that are worthy of your heart. There is a reason that can at least convince you to agree. It would be even better if you can convince the important people you cherish to get approval."

"I'm glad you found such a reason and didn't lose yourself. Your words, deeds and inner reflection are all worthy of the military uniform you wear and the oath sworn under the red flag."

"Our Red Army has always been a group of fighters, a group of fighters who defend the motherland, the fruits of the revolution, and the interests of the proletariat and the people. Maybe we have been lost, but fortunately we have found ourselves in the end. No matter what others are doing, we You must always have a clear conscience and kill for a reason.”

"You were not the one who took away the lives of those fascist fanatics, Malashenko. As you just said, their own actions cost their own lives. We do not execute prisoners of war at will, but for this A bloodthirsty beast that is willing to degenerate into a monster will certainly not be merciful. Not all enemies deserve our mercy."

Talking to Comrade Political Commissar always gives Malashenko a feeling of freshness. He likes to understand the philosophy of life bit by bit from Comrade Political Commissar, and slowly understands and accumulates what he has learned before applying it.

Comrade political commissars are the same as most political commissars of this era. They all have a sincere heart of patriotism, are brave and tenacious, and vow to fight the enemy to the end. They are willing to fight for their entire life and even give everything they have for that extremely distant and great ideal. everything of.

But comrade political commissars are also very different from the vast majority of political commissars of this era.

He is capable of both literary and military skills, that is, he is good at analyzing people's hearts and assisting the chief officer in everything he should do. He also has the ability to coordinate the overall situation, lead troops to fight, and plan and use troops.

Of course, these advantages are not the most important in Malashenko's view. The most important thing is that he can learn too many life philosophies from this old Red Army soldier who is over 50 years old, and things that he can use in the second half of his life in this alien world.

Comrade Political Commissar never talks nonsense. Every word he says can be transformed into actual life and combat, and guide the direction of progress.

Malashenko feels that this may be the luckiest thing besides picking up Natalia, a beautiful wife who was given to him for free, to meet someone like Comrade Political Commissar who accompanies him and teaches him and assists him.

He raised his head and drank the little German horse urine coffee left in the cup. Malashenko, who didn't have much time to take a breath, stood up from the chair again, grabbed the tank soldier's helmet on the table and lifted it over his shoulder.

"It's almost time. We can talk about the rest when I get back. I'll leave the cleaning of the battlefield and reporting the situation to you. I'll lead the troops to continue westward. Even if we have to chase them to the ends of the earth, we will grind these inhumane Viking scum into minced meat!"