Chapter 3050 I Will Visit You in Person Then

Standing at the gate of the brigade headquarters that once belonged to Morishima Kuronei but has now become a liberated area.

The most imposing building he has seen along the way is this thing in front of him. Malashenko raised his mouth.

The Japanese love to show off their wealth and pretend to be rich, which is exactly the same as their nouveau riche poor imperialism.

"Take this thing off, chop it up and distribute it to the people as firewood. Let everyone living on this land know that the Japanese devils should go back to their cold and dry world and perish."

He raised his hand and pointed to the broken sign hanging on the wall at the gate of the compound. It was written on it that it was the brigade headquarters of the 105th Independent Mixed Brigade of Morishima Kuronei.

With just a few words, Malashenko has already decided the fate of this sign that was once so glorious in the past.

Malashenko not only wants to eliminate the Japanese devils physically, but also to completely crush the will of these bastards on the spiritual level. After that, put 10,000 feet on it, and experience a nightmare even more horrible than the Nazi experience.

Seeing that the Japanese prisoners of war were still in the yard, Malashenko changed his mind and waved his hand, calling the captain of the guard company behind him to give an order.

"Go, take down the sign just now and bring it in, chop it in front of these Japanese devils! I want them to see it with my own eyes!"

"Yes, comrade commander."

The captain of the guard company took the order and moved quickly. In just half a minute, he had returned with the soldiers and brought in the wooden sign that the comrade commander had asked to chop.

"We are still short of chopping tools, comrade commander, I have sent soldiers to find them, and they should be able to find them soon-"

"No need, just use these."

Raising his hand and pointing at the piles of Japanese disarmed weapons stacked on the ground, Malashenko immediately added an order without thinking.

"The buttstock is much stronger than ordinary wooden tools. Use these fire sticks to smash this sign!"

"Yes!"

The company commander, who was quick to act, had sufficient execution ability. After receiving Malashenko's order, he immediately called on several soldiers around him to pick out several Type 38 and Type 99 rifles from the pile of Japanese weapons that had been disarmed.

Each person held the barrel of the gun in reverse, using the solid wood and oil-soaked buttstock as the striking surface.

Aiming at the sign that had just been brought in and was placed on several bricks waiting for "severe punishment", he immediately swung his arms and hit it down.

Bang——

Pop——

Crack——

How could a thin piece of wood stand up to the strong and muscular Red Army soldiers' tossing.

Under the crackling and violent smashing, in just half a cigarette, the intact wooden sign had been smashed into pieces. The ground was covered with wood chips of various sizes, which were so rotten that they could not be restored even with glue.

""

Malachenko glanced at the scene on the ground in front of him without saying a word, and then moved his eyes to the Japanese prisoners standing in several rows not far in front of him.

It can only be said that the current situation is just as Malachenko expected.

Although these Japanese soldiers have surrendered, they still have fierce light, anger, and strong unwillingness in their eyes. Their strange eyes are not like those of humans, but like those of carnivorous animals running around on four legs.

This is why Malachenko did this.

Malachenko knew very well that the reason why these Japanese soldiers surrendered was not because of repentance, knowing their mistakes, rejection of stubborn resistance, or opposition to war.

These positive reasons for surrender have nothing to do with the Japanese devils in front of them, at least most of them are like this.

There was only one simple reason for the surrender of these Japanese soldiers - the instinctive resistance to death and the fear of the Red Army's powerful and invincible overwhelming destructive force.

Fear of power but not virtue, bullying the weak but afraid of the strong.

Malashenko, who knew this kind of despicable temperament very well, had many ways to deal with the scum in front of him.

Remembering that he did say that he would give these wood chips to the people as firewood, Malashenko changed his mind after seeing the scene in front of him.

"Arsim!"

"Here!"

Responding to the call of the comrade commander, Arsim stepped forward and immediately came to Malashenko to wait for orders.

Malashenko, who didn't say much nonsense, pointed to the Japanese gasoline barrels in the pile of confiscated materials in the yard, and blurted out the order without thinking.

"The task is yours. Burn these wood residues now, using the Japanese devils' own gasoline."

"Yes!"

Malashenko, who wanted to kill people and destroy their hearts, did not stop there. There was plenty of firewood to distribute to the people, but the opportunity to let these Japanese devils have a good "fun" was not to be missed.

The burly Alsim brought two combat engineers to bring the oil barrel over, unscrewed the lid and poured it on the pile of rotten wood on the ground.

Those Japanese prisoners who witnessed this scene could not understand Russian, but they could fully understand what these Russians in front of them were going to do.

"Bage Yalu! These damn Russian pigs!"

Some of the angry Japanese prisoners were really angry and wanted to do something but were powerless. At least if they still wanted their own lives, they could not do anything and could only watch.

The Red Army soldiers, all armed with AKs, stared at the unfriendly Japanese devils.

If any of them dared to move, they would have to eat a set of "Slavic Manchu-Han Banquet" with fists, kicks and rifle butts, and have a chance to win 62X3

Looking at the wood fragments burning in the fire in front of him, Malashenko, who was still not satisfied, came up with another plan.

"Throw the Japanese devil's flag in and burn it together."

"Yes!"

The plaster flag seized after occupying the Japanese camp was still lying on the ground.

This thing, which was originally regarded as a treasure by the devils, was in a bad situation at the moment. It was thrown on the ground casually like a footrest, wrapped in dust.

Malashenko felt that this was not enough. He didn't let you fanatical militarists watch this thing turn into ashes, and you couldn't do anything but watch it. It was somewhat inconsistent with Malashenko's "hospitality".

Arsim, who took the order again, grabbed the plaster flag on the ground, dragged it casually, and dragged it on the ground, looking at it as worse than his own rag.

He dragged this thing all the way to the fire and threw it casually.

The Japanese plaster flag made of flammable cloth immediately caught fire, pushing the fire, which was gradually weakening due to the burning of gasoline and wood, to a more violent flame.

Then he looked at the group of Japanese devils with distorted faces.

Malashenko could see with his naked eyes that some of them were on the verge of exploding, and they were about to lose control and lose their minds. He looked at Arsim and nodded slowly, giving a silent order.

"Damn Russian pig! I'm going to kill you!"

"Huh!?"

Malashenko, who was frightened by the sudden incident, did not expect it to come so quickly. He originally expected that it would take a while, but he did not expect that in just a moment, some devils had started to go crazy on the spot.

The howling and roaring short Japanese prisoner rushed up, leaving the first target of the prisoner team and aiming directly at Malashenko.

This is no wonder.

After all, Malashenko came into the city today wearing the uniform of a lieutenant general. Among all the Red Army soldiers in the yard, Malashenko had the highest rank, and all the officers and soldiers were all around Malashenko.

Even if the Japanese soldier prisoner could not read the Red Army rank or understand Russian, as long as his eyes were not blind, he could see that Malashenko was the most senior person in charge here.

Even if it was based on the principle of "one life for one life", it was logical to choose Malashenko as the target of attack and fight desperately.

But this crazy Japanese devil, whose pig brain was overloaded by militarism, forgot one thing.

Standing between him and Malashenko and blocking the way, there was a Slavic superman named Arsim.

Alsim, who was too lazy to even take off the gun on his back, did not choose to draw his sword, but took an unarmed posture to prepare for the enemy.

It was only at the last moment when the fight was about to startle that Alsim, who was ready to fight, realized that the short Japanese soldier who rushed over was actually a sergeant.

Alsim, with a smile on his face, lacked such a "killing chicken to scare the monkey" target. The only thing that could completely crush militarism was a powerful and overwhelming force that could not be looked at directly.

The Japanese sergeant, who thought he was strong enough, saw that there was an ignorant person blocking the way, and immediately changed his target. Based on the principle of "killing one is not a loss, killing two is a huge profit", he rushed directly towards Alsim.

His courage is commendable, but it is stupid. He really chose the wrong opponent.

The tall and strong Alsim took advantage of his longer arms and started with an uppercut, knocking the Japanese sergeant away before his fist touched him.

Alsim, who had aimed at the vital point and punched a pig to death, was absolutely terrifying. His fist, which was as powerful as a cannonball, hit the chin of the Japanese sergeant, and the canine teeth were scattered and blood gushed out on the spot.

This was also because the Japanese sergeant was too small. It was hard to say whether he was 1.6 meters tall, and his weight was not in the same order of magnitude as Alsim.

Unable to withstand the powerful and heavy punch like a cannonball, the Japanese sergeant who was flying in the air flew directly upwards, holding his head high and swinging his body in the air. He was almost unconscious, and could not control his body at all.

But he did not expect that this punch was just the beginning, far from the end.

A punch from his right hand made the Japanese sergeant fly on the spot, and Alsim, whose left hand was not idle, stabbed out with an eagle claw posture, accurately strangling the throat of the Japanese sergeant who fell from the air, with such great power that he almost strangled the bastard to death on the spot.

He lifted the Japanese sergeant in the air with one hand to show his strength. The Japanese sergeant, whose arms were not long enough and whose strength was not strong enough, was helpless.

He was about to be strangled to death and spit blood, but he could do nothing except fluttering his two short legs in the air.

Even if he used all his strength in his arms and his whole body, he still couldn't break free from the one-handed control of the terrifying Russian man in front of him. Instead, he was strangled even tighter and almost died.

"The game is over, bastard."

Alsim, who was tired of playing, mobilized the strength of his left arm and exerted force suddenly, pressing the Japanese sergeant's neck from top to bottom and slapping him hard.

Boom——

It was like a sledgehammer hitting the ground. Alsim, who had used all his strength, smashed the body of the Japanese sergeant with one hand to the point of shaking the dust and stirring up the dirt.

""

Raising his hand to loosen the neck of the dead Japanese sergeant, Alsim shook his hand gently and broke the throat of the Japanese sergeant with a single blow.

Three moves, three moves in total.

One punch to send him flying, one hand to strangle him, and one smash to kill him.

This sergeant, who was considered strong in the Japanese army, died on the spot after not even lasting ten seconds from the moment he came into contact with Alsim.

Among them, 6 seconds was even the "game time" when Alsim showed his strength and held the Japanese sergeant in the air with one hand for viewing.

Excluding this period of time, Alsim actually killed the Japanese sergeant with his bare hands in only 4 seconds and 2 moves in total.

Obviously, this is the effect that Malashenko wanted, and he was quite satisfied with Alsim's live performance.

Did he think that this would provoke a riot among the devils, causing all the captives to attack him in anger?

Not really.

All of these bastards who feared power but not virtue were now frightened by the terrifying destructive power of Alsim's human war machine, and they stood there without even trembling, and were just speechless.

"You can continue to try, and I welcome you to try. But the final result will only be worse than the fate of the sergeant in front of you. If you don't believe it, you can give it a try."

With a strong language foundation in English, German, Russian and Chinese, it is not difficult for Malashenko to learn Japanese in a few months.

Malashenko is not used to using translators. In fact, he has not had a personal translator for a long time. The tone of his speech is always something that the translator cannot say.

Standing next to Alsim, with the still warm body of the dead sergeant at his feet, Malashenko continued his speech to the Japanese prisoners in front of him.

"From this moment on, you only need to remember one thing if you want to stay alive."

"Any remnant of militarism is a thing of the past and a broken memory for you. Don't try to get involved in these things."

"If not, you will definitely have the opportunity to discuss your fallacies and heresies in hell with Brigade Commander Morishima Kuroneji and the annihilated 101st Regiment. I will personally send you off."

"My name is Malashenko, Dimitri Drukovich Malashenko, and I am your nightmare for the rest of your life. Active Lieutenant General of the Soviet Red Army, Commander of the Leader's Army, remember my name!"

"In the past four years, no less than 500,000 Nazi fanatics have died at my hands. You should not want to be the new number after these 500,000. . "

"The Siberian labor camp will be your new home. Your Nazi allies once shamelessly said "labor makes people free", and brutally murdered millions of lives with such lies. I think it is more appropriate to apply this to you now."

"Don't complain, get angry, or be unwilling about this. You have never been qualified in the past and will never be qualified in the future."

"Ask yourself, when you wantonly trampled on the simple people on this land and killed innocent people, did you ever think that this day would come? "

"Take the answer and go to the Siberian labor camp to "join the victory" with your Nazi allies to see if your former allies will agree with your answer. I will visit you in person then, I will! I promise. "