Chapter 1548 Bah, Slip of the Tongue Doesn’t Count!

But now, right before his eyes, after several loud gunshots, Anton was very sad to find a cruel reality that made him almost breathless: his horse was gone.

Yes, Anton's horse was indeed gone, just as the soldier said.

It was blasted into the sky by the Red Army's tank with a high-explosive shell and directly crushed on the spot.

What appeared in front of Anton was the scene of his horse being torn into pieces, with bones and flesh scattered all over the ground.

Just based on this posture, who knows how high his horse flew when the shell exploded. It is estimated that several shells of the Bolshevik tank may have landed in almost the same position, or at least very close to the landing point to have this effect.

Because in this scene, not only the horse flew away, but even the stable and the stable were blown up on the spot, leaving only rotten wood and broken grass scattered all over the ground.

Of course, there is still more grass for the horses to eat. The remains of the stables and stables in Anton's eyes are now "grass, grass, grass, grass, grass", and there is grass everywhere. This is the grass prepared for the horses before winter, enough to eat for the whole winter. It is not easy to get so much.

Now, whether it is grass or something else, it is no longer important. Even if the horse is dead, flying, or broken, it doesn't matter now.

A horse is just an animal. How important can it be more important than a person?

The important thing is that he has to find a way to leave here alive and escape. If he wants a horse in the future, he can find another one. Is there still a shortage of horses for Anton in this world?

The answer is of course that there is no shortage. There are as many horses suitable for Anton as he wants, and they can still fly, and they are still Anton's flying horses.

"It's been three minutes, why haven't these bandits made any movement? I think it's better to rush in immediately than to surround them like this. We can take care of all these bandits in three cigarettes at most. We are just wasting time here now, comrade commander."

Malachenko did not put on airs in front of his close comrades, so even Iushkin, who had been promoted to captain, was still a whole school level lower than Malachenko in rank. Iushkin, who was very familiar with the commander, dared to talk casually like this. He knew that Malachenko was not a person who cared about such details and liked to put on airs of a leader or a general.

"Be patient, don't be anxious. We have to determine who the leader of this gang of bandits is and what he looks like. When he comes out to speak, it will be clear at a glance. This way, we can target him when we arrest him and won't let him get away."

Hearing Malashenko's explanation, Ivushkin, who had a quick thought, replied in a very tasteless and sabotaging way.

"What if he directly finds a substitute to speak to us and deceives us from the beginning? The bandit leader who can run such a large group of bandits must be very cunning. It's not impossible.

The words are rough, but the truth is that it may sound a bit deliberate, but you have to admit that it is indeed possible. However, after hearing this, Malashenko still smiled and did not change his expression.

"There are many ways to make him appear in person. Now that things have come to this, he can only come out in person to talk to us. Don't forget that we have this. "

Malashenko, who was holding the map that Valosha had found, trembled his fingers slightly, revealing a corner of another thing in the map. It was a black-and-white photo with a not-so-clear but barely visible outline of a human face.

"This bandit leader must have offended his men to death, otherwise a small leader working under him wouldn't have hated him so much and got so many useful things just to kill him, and now we can use them. With the photo, we just need to check the face, he can't run away. "

Looking at the photo in Malashenko's hand, which was said to be the portrait of the bandit leader, Iushkin, who extinguished the cigarette in his hand, shook his head and said nothing more.

He felt that Malashenko's order to surround but not attack was not that simple. Wouldn't it be better to rush in and arrest people with the photo in hand?

I guess the commander has other plans that he doesn't know about, maybe to avoid unnecessary casualties?

It is indeed possible, but there may be other reasons.

But things have come to this point, and there is no need to be a curious baby to break the casserole to get to the bottom of it. Just keep your eyes open and watch honestly. What should happen in this situation will happen one by one. It's that simple.

Iushkin, whose upper body was standing outside the turret, had just finished talking with Malashenko when he saw that there was a sudden movement in the bandit's nest on the top of the small earthen slope that had been surrounded in front of him.

"Red Army warriors outside! I want to talk to you! What do you think? "

Good fellow, the thief is here just as he said he was, and he's here pretty fast.

Malachenko, with a smile on his face and a smile on his face, knew that this was the signal for the job, and he had been waiting for this moment. He immediately picked up the iron horn that had been prepared at hand and spoke loudly.

"Let your boss speak out! I am Major General Malachenko, the commander of the 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division. Don't try to make any unnecessary resistance! Otherwise, only destruction awaits you!"

Malachenko didn't mind introducing himself first at this time. A well-known name was enough to give the other party strong psychological pressure and deterrence, and of course it could save a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Malashenko, who stayed outside the range of the sniper rifle and was still in the blind spot of the commanding heights, did not hear any echo for a long time. He couldn't help but wonder if the opponent was so frightened that he peed his pants and ran to change his pants?

Just as he was about to pick up the trumpet in his hand and roar two more times, the voice of reply suddenly spoke and came quietly.

"Please confirm, is it really General Malashenko, the tank hero who made the Nazi lackeys fearful?"

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If it were possible to post an emoticon at this time, then Malashenko would definitely send a panda head with three question marks. The expression "subway, old man, mobile phone" would also work. How can these stupid bandits still not believe it at this time?

"I repeat again, the Red Army Tank Major General Malashenko has led a team to surround you! You are not qualified to raise questions. If you know what is going on, you'd better put down your weapons immediately and perform the French military salute. Slips of the tongue don't count! Come out and surrender with your hands raised! The Red Army treats prisoners preferentially. !”

"You are not Nazi invaders. You can still be reborn through labor reform! Stop being stubborn and stubborn. The result of being stubborn is death. Stop making meaningless resistance!"

Malashenko felt that the bandit leader opposite might have a weak head, and he still asked such stupid questions at this time.

After thinking about this, Malashenko was no longer in the mood to even talk to the bandit leader opposite. He gave an ultimatum and immediately ordered an attack even if he didn't come out to surrender. Even if he had to pay some avoidable casualties, he still had to kill the enemy. The pig-brained bandit leader was captured on the spot.