Chapter 3157: Fighting in the Street

Looking at Alsim standing in front of him in combat attire, still covered in blood and not yet dry, Malashenko, whose tone was no longer surprised, spoke slowly.

"Tell me why you killed someone in the street, and what happened to the colonel and his adjutant. I believe you have a reason."

According to Malashenko's understanding, although Alsim is strong, he is not the kind of lunatic who only knows how to kill. He is still a principled and bottom-line Red Army soldier, a battle hero who has experienced hundreds of battles.

But because of his personality and lack of education, Alsim only got along with people he recognized, and he had no faith at all.

If he insists on having a belief, then his belief is called "Malashenko", there is only one and no other.

Therefore, Malashenko believed that Alsim would not kill people randomly on the street. If he could do this, there must be his reasons.

But the "thing happened for a reason" that Alsim said next was still beyond Malashenko's expectation.

"This bitch insulted Comrade Commander in the street! I asked him to shut up and apologize, but instead of listening or acknowledging, he even boasted about his beard and stared at me. Finally, he even scolded me and the Red Army, calling the Red Army "Russian pigs" in the street! And he even made me have If you can, kill him; if you can't, just let him go."

"So, you killed him "with the ability", is that what you mean?"

Alsim nodded simply and honestly, which made Malashenko, who was dumbfounded, even more helpless to speak.

"What about Sulovechenko? Didn't he persuade you? Didn't he pull you up on the spot and tell you not to do this?"

"I tried to persuade him, but he failed to persuade me. I kicked him away. That bitch pointed at my nose and scolded me in the street. He even scolded the army commander and comrade. People all over the street were listening, and even those from the West were watching. What a joke! I have to kill him! Otherwise, how can the leader have any dignity?”

"Then you haven't thought about the possible consequences of doing this?"

"I have thought about it, of course I have! But the collective honor of the leading army is important, and the reputation of the comrade commander is even more important. I personally are nothing compared to it. I can accept any consequences no matter what.

At the end of the conversation, Malashenko lost his temper completely and turned to look at the political commissar on the side.

However, he found that the Comrade Political Commissar at this time had an expression of "You have to make the decision on this matter", as if he knew that Alsim only recognized his Comrade Commander as irreplaceable in his heart.

Malashenko, who also knew that he could not avoid the matter, had no choice but to continue speaking. It was best to understand the ins and outs of the whole process before making any real decision.

When Alsim heard that Comrade Commander wanted to hear the details from beginning to end, he didn't hide it and spoke without thinking.

"It was when I just came back from the execution ground. Sulovechenko and I were walking on the street. The troops had already returned to the camp. He wanted to take a stroll before leaving, so I accompanied him, and he happened to pass by the military headquarters."

"You don't want to buy some souvenirs or something like that? I heard that Comrade Commander has agreed to your marriage. If I were you, I would prepare some small gifts for my sweetheart."

Sulovchenko was chatting and laughing while shopping. Alsim, who was walking beside him, didn't think much about it.

"Buying a gift? I don't understand that. Could you please tell me what to buy and where to get it."

"Oh, then you have asked the right person. How about buying a gift for your sweetheart?"

Alsim raised his hand to interrupt his words. Sulovechenko, who had just been chatting and had not noticed it, raised his eyes and looked forward. Only then did he realize that there were two people in military uniforms that he had never seen before, standing there. They were discussing something not far from the military entrance.

"Have you seen those two people?"

"No, I haven't seen anything like this before. Maybe he just came today? He looks like a high-ranking official."

""

Alsim, who was subconsciously wary of people wearing unfamiliar military uniforms he had never seen before, didn't think much about it.

Guessing that they might be foreign troops who came to pay a visit, there shouldn't be any threat on this street anyway, so they continued chatting with Sulovechenko and walked forward.

But he didn't expect that just after passing those two people, before he could take a few steps forward, Sulovechenko beside him suddenly stopped without warning.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

"Those two people were speaking in Chinese. They were insulting Comrade Commander, Comrade Political Commissar and our leading army."

""

Alsim cannot understand Chinese, but Sulovechenko, who has graduated from a military academy and has sufficient cultural foundation, can understand it through self-study, and of course he can also speak it.

There was no need to ask what the specific content of the insult was. Alsim was not interested or wanted to know. He only needed this reason to act.

"These Russian pigs are nothing! The military commander in name only made excuses for not seeing me, and sent a political commissar who was no good at all. He actually told me that he had no right to interfere, but he could say it out loud!"

"Why did those gangsters reach out and ask for weapons and just give them to them!? They are obviously trying to perfunctory us. Do they know who is orthodox? No wonder the American consultant said they are barbarians, they are just a bunch of pigheads who have not yet been enlightened! "

The spy chief, who carried the rank of colonel on his shoulders, became more and more angry as he cursed. The adjutant beside him was worried when he heard this and hurriedly tried to persuade him.

"Stationmaster, be careful what you say! This is the territory of the Russians now. If you have anything to say, please go back and talk about it."

"Hmph! The Russians, sooner or later we have to get them out! This is our territory!"

In order to look more presentable, he put on the new colonel uniform he had just received, hoping that the Russians would see him clearly and carefully.

But even so, he still hit a snag, and it was a snag that he thought was very embarrassing.

The spy chief, who realized that he was worse than a bandit in the eyes of the Russians, was so angry that he couldn't help but curse before he went far. Now that the adjutant persuaded him, he gradually calmed down and thought about it and decided to go back first.

But he didn't expect that just as he was about to leave, two Russians in military uniforms, one tall and the other slightly shorter, appeared in front of him and blocked his way.

"What are you going to do?"

Recognizing that the two people in front of him were the Soviet spy chief, he switched to Russian directly, and saw the big man with a cold expression and a poker face speaking directly.

"Nothing, take back what you just said, and come with me to apologize to our army commander and political commissar immediately."

"Oh, apologize? You ordered me to apologize with you?"

I don't know where the courage came from, probably because he recognized that Alsim in front of him was just a major, the spy chief who was proud of his high status immediately began to speak in a sarcastic tone.

"Excuse me, why should I apologize? What did I say? Do you have any evidence?"

"No evidence is needed, we heard it and it is evidence. I don't want to say it for the third time. Take back your words immediately and apologize with me."

Hearing this, the spy chief sneered and waved his collar, as if he was deliberately showing his identity, and then he spoke slowly.

"What if I resolutely don't go?"

""

Alsim, who really did what he said, did not repeat it for the third time, and started immediately without saying anything.

He pressed the spy chief's shoulder and turned his hand back, regardless of how miserable the spy chief's scream of pain was, and grabbed his arm in a standard grappling posture and escorted him to the direction of the military headquarters not far away.

"Hey-hey-ah! My arm-arm! Damn Russian pig, let me go! Let go!"

The spy chief, who felt that his shoulder was about to be crushed, couldn't help but scream out loud. Alsim, who didn't care about his feelings, continued to do his own thing and pushed the man forward.

The adjutant who came with the spy chief was also conscientious and responsible. Seeing that his leader was being held down and screaming in pain, he rushed up to help him get out of trouble.

Alsim, who turned his head and saw someone rushing towards him, didn't say a word, continued to maintain the standard grappling posture and didn't let go. He raised his powerful iron leg and kicked the person who rushed up directly. The next second, the person flew backwards.

What really surprised Alsim was that the people he was escorting took the opportunity to shout loudly.

"Come and see! Everyone, come and see! These Russian barbarians have started beating people in the street. They want to beat the Chinese to death!"