Chapter 2445: Heavy Punch

Malachenko had just given the order and had not even had time to think about what to do next when Arsim came to Malachenko with his men.

"What is this? Where did you get it from?"

Malachenko was not in a good mood, but he was not in a bad mood either. He was just in a normal state. He did not show any emotions on his face. He was not even willing to use the term "human" to describe the dead pig-like German on the ground.

Malachenko knew that the person dragged here was alive, not a corpse. If it was a corpse, there was no need to bring it to him. He just wanted to know where Arsim got "this thing" from and what value it had.

Arsim also understood what Malachenko meant, and he blurted out the words without thinking.

"They were captured in the command post, in the half-buried earthwork bunker over there."

"There were two majors, a lieutenant colonel and two guards in there, and I took care of them when I was in the act. The remaining one, the most senior officer, not only refused to surrender but also dared to resist me. He became obedient after I beat him up. He is a colonel, and there is no general in the entire command post."

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Upon hearing this, Malashenko did not directly answer, but walked over silently to the German colonel who was dragged all the way, and then squatted down.

"Not dead yet? Can you talk?"

The German colonel who was dragged all the way, even one of his long boots was lost, and his stinky feet were hanging outside, and he was completely paralyzed, lying on the ground with his eyes closed, trembling all over, and just humming.

Just based on this situation, let alone answering questions, Malashenko felt that if he could recover on his own without going to the hospital, it would be "miraculous".

As for whether to send this German colonel to the hospital, that depends on the mood of our old comrade Ma, which is of course another matter.

"What did you do to him? What happened to him? Did you kick his balls???"

Malashenko, who changed the German just now into the current Russian, no longer intended to ask anything from this little colonel, stood up on the spot and quietly asked Alsim beside him.

Seeing that this matter seemed to be a bit big, Alsim, who felt a little out of control, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, and after thinking about the lightning and fire just now, he spoke to Malashenko in a slightly puzzled manner.

"It shouldn't be like that. I just punched the German guy, and I hit him on the head, not below. I feel like he's pretending, comrade, this guy must be pretending to be a coward and trying to get away with it. Let me wake him up, I have plenty of ways."

"Hey, hey, wait, don't go."

Before he finished speaking, Arsim ran away, pretending to put his words into action, but he didn't expect that before he could take the first step, he was stopped by Malashenko next to him.

"You, punched him on the head?"

Malashenko repeated what he had just heard, making Arsim blink and feel a little confused.

After thinking about it, it seemed that there was no other problem. That was it. Comrade Arsim, who didn't think there was any problem, nodded immediately. Seeing this, Malashenko sighed.

"You punched him on the forehead, and you still expect him to act like a normal person? What a Slav joke."

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Alsim, who didn't understand, was silent like a kid who knew he had done something wrong but didn't know where he was wrong, and Malashenko's complaints continued.

"You can even use your fist to beat the fat pig in the kitchen to death. Even the sledgehammer used to hit the pig's head is not as good as your fist. With your strong arms, not to mention that his body can't withstand a punch, even if it's me, I would be knocked to the ground by your punch. You hit the forehead. Did you get addicted to beating pigs last time? The German guy is lucky not to be killed by your punch. What else do you expect?"

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Malashenko has heard about Alsim's glorious deeds when he visited the kitchen last time.

A batch of fat pigs that had just arrived at noon were ready to be slaughtered for dinner. Unexpectedly, one of them ran away when they were about to kill the pigs. The bearded cook was so anxious that he picked up the sledgehammer used to kill pigs and chased after it on the spot.

Who knew that Alsim, who came to visit and chat with acquaintances, was instantly excited when he saw this situation. He didn't care about finding any weapons to fight with, and he took a stance on the spot, swung his arms and exerted all his strength. Fearing that the power was not enough, he accelerated and ran up, and punched the top of the head of the more than 400-kilogram fat pig that was driven to his side and rushed towards him.

This punch not only saved the process of chasing the pig, but also the process of killing the pig.

The fat pig weighing more than 400 kilograms was knocked down on the spot by the heavy punch that came from the jumping up and running. Although its brain was not smashed and its skin was torn apart, the fat pig seemed to have lost control and rushed out and fell to the ground sideways. It could not get up again and just kept twitching there. It was as if it had been electrocuted and had completely lost the ability to resist and escape.

Alsim, who was almost knocked away by the pig, got up from the ground, walked forward to look at his "results", and smiled happily and satisfied. After a short silence, he was immediately surrounded by cheers and thunderous applause from the entire kitchen team, which made Alsim, who had shown off his skills on the spot, so happy that even snot bubbles came out.

In the future leadership division, "the combat engineer company commander knocked down the fat pig with one punch" has become a joke, a good story, and a legend. There are even people who come to see what the legendary Slavic man looks like. Of course, there are also challengers who come to learn from him.

The result is naturally without exception, all of them were beaten by Alsim with a bruise on their faces, and they were wearing protective gear for bayonet training. If they didn't have this protective gear, they might have been beaten to a point where their teeth collapsed, their legs were limped, and their waists were sprained.

With regard to Alsim's "glorious deeds", Malashenko felt that the German colonel was lucky to be able to save his life from Alsim's hands.

I don't know how he offended Alsim and was beaten like this. It stands to reason that for a high-value target to be arrested, it shouldn't be like this. Alsim has never caught such a big German fish alive in the past, but this kind of thing seems to be no longer important at the moment.

"He's just a colonel. Since no bigger ones have been caught, it means that the actual person in charge has slipped away. Even if this guy is beaten to death by you, he is just a scapegoat. How could there be only one colonel in charge of the defense zone command in such a large position? Just take him away and throw him with the other prisoners of war. Take him away."