Chapter 2050 Feeding Stalin

"Don't move! Put down your weapons!!!"

"Damn you! I told you not to move, are you deaf? Put your hands up, now!"

"Be quiet, get down! Hold your hands behind your head so I can see, quick!"

After a chaotic fight with shouting and fists, every "real German soldier" in the basement was either knocked down on the spot with their hands raised in a French salute, or knocked down on the spot by a group of tough guys who also rushed in wearing Wehrmacht uniforms.

The butts of the rifles, fists and soles of the feet hit them like raindrops, making those German soldiers who didn't know what was going on scream for a while, including Major Adam, who was hit in the face by a rifle butt and fell to the ground on the spot, holding his nose with blood and stars in his eyes.

"What the hell is going on here? Which unit are you from?! What do you want to do!? This is betrayal, this is betrayal, understand!?"

Major Adam, who was lying on the ground with his nose covered and had no time to cry out in pain, obviously had not figured out the situation in front of him.

He even mistakenly thought that this was one of his own troops, who was deceived by the Polish ghosts and chose to assist in the rebellion. He was unwilling to think of the worst situation, even if it was subconscious imagination.

"Which unit? Are you blind? Stupid! Don't you recognize the grandfather who just saved your life?"

The sarcastic and teasing words came out mercilessly, even accompanied by a burst of sarcastic laughter from the surroundings.

Major Adam, who was still lying on the ground, finally realized something. The man in the uniform of the lieutenant of the National Defense Forces in front of him seemed to be quite familiar.

Isn't he the guy who had been circling around Lieutenant Colonel Victor just now?

And the captain next to him looked even more familiar!

When I went to talk to Lieutenant Colonel Victor just now, this man seemed to be reporting the situation next to Lieutenant Colonel Victor. When he saw me coming, he immediately left and walked aside.

"Are you, are you???"

The words were still filled with a considerable degree of disbelief. Major Adam couldn't believe the worst result he had guessed, and he needed someone to help him "make the final decision".

Obviously, Lieutenant Colonel Victor was the most suitable person for this job, no one else.

"I'm sorry to lie to you, Adam."

"You shouldn't have seen me take off my hat, right? It's just right, now you can take a good look."

It was still the fluent and pure Bavarian accent in German. The only difference was that the tall man in front of him had indeed taken off the large-brimmed military cap on his head as he said, and presented his face that had been covered before. He looked at Adam lying on the ground without reservation and stopped to stare.

"Who the hell are you!"

Even a fool could guess that there must be something wrong with this big man in front of him who was more than 1.9 meters tall.

But Major Adam, who couldn't figure out what the "riddler" was saying, still couldn't remember which of the names that might correspond to this face was wrong. He couldn't see the true face of the tall man in front of him.

Faced with Major Adam's questioning, the tall man shook his head in disappointment, and then spoke to the Wehrmacht captain next to him.

"It seems that I'm not famous enough. I'm a major, but I still can't recognize me. Didn't the prisoners say that the Germans were always worried that I would kill them at night without anyone noticing? They didn't even know what the person who could kill them at any time looked like. Isn't this a bit too unreasonable?"

The relatively small man in the captain's uniform just smiled, and his smile was very uninhibited and extremely sarcastic.

Such rumors did spread among the German prisoners of war, especially among the rookies and rookie German prisoners of war who were defeated and captured not long after they went to the front line.

But we can't generalize everything. For example, if we really analyze the current situation seriously, there are still explanations.

"He is just a second-line errand boy, just a errand boy leader. What can you expect him to know? Don't think too highly of him, comrade division commander."

Major Adam didn't quite understand what the two people in front of him were saying, but he could hear the language they used in their conversation, which was pure Russian with a clear and fluent pronunciation.

""

Looking at Major Adam lying on the ground and speechless, Malashenko shook his head and didn't have much time to waste on talking. The moment to reveal the answer was now.

"Dimitri Drukovich Malashenko, I wonder if you are familiar with this name. Or maybe you Germans are more familiar with my nickname? It doesn't matter, you can call me "Iron Butcher", whatever you like."

""

Major Adam, who was still speechless, finally remembered what this man named Malashenko and his nickname "Iron Butcher" meant.

That was the cumulative number of German troops, no less than an entire mechanized army, who were confirmed to have been completely wiped out and died at their hands. Some exaggerated rumors even did not even exceed the number of hundreds of thousands, and it had already reached "hundreds of thousands" in a magical and weird way.

Major Adam did not believe this number, or he did not want to believe it.

But he did know that there was an extremely vicious executioner nicknamed the Iron Butcher among the Russians. He specialized in reaping the lives of German soldiers and killing people without hesitation. It was just that because he had always been in the second line, he was "only heard of in legends but never seen in person".

"The Iron Butcher was Satan raised by Stalin! A devilish weapon secretly developed by the Russians, a cross between humans and devils. He was really as tall as Satan! Believe me! From the moment you got on the car and were sent to the front line to fight him, you were already a live pig loaded onto a car and sent to the slaughterhouse. You and your comrades in the car would be slaughtered by the Iron Butcher himself, minced into meat and stuffed into sausages, and then roasted and fed to Stalin."

"Don't disbelieve me, no one has ever come back alive after seeing the Iron Butcher. Has anyone seen what he looks like? Only You have seen the photos, right? Or the Russians deliberately published them for us to know, the kind of photos used to scare people. No unit that he targeted could escape, and it was best to pray not to meet him, because he would be dead in one glance. I still want to go home to see my mother, and I don't want to meet such a devil, I'm serious. "

For some reason, Major Adam couldn't help but recall these "legends" that he had heard before, and even some old bastards used "be careful to be caught by the steel butcher at night and stuffed with sausages" to scare the new recruits.

God knows where such an outrageous thing first came from and when it started, anyway, there are all kinds of stories, and they are so weird.

And now, the real owner of this legend is standing in front of him, stopping and staring at him.

Major Adam couldn't even think of what to say next. The strange pressure from the legend and the tall figure combined almost suffocated people, and even gave people the illusion that he could kill you without doing it himself.

No matter what the cause or process was, everything involving Major Adam is destined to come to an end here and now.

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