Chapter 541: Fanatic German Stick

"Are you the Iron Butcher?"

After Sasha, who arrived late, translated this sentence into Russian, Malashenko, with a smile on his face, nodded without hesitation.

"If it is the Iron Butcher that you Germans are talking about, then I am right."

"Dmitri Drukovich Malashenko, Lieutenant Colonel Commander of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment. Remember this name, if you can."

Realizing that the tall man in front of him who did not look like a tank soldier was the Iron Butcher that everyone talked about, the German lieutenant, who was obviously a little unconvinced, immediately replied with gritted teeth.

"How dare you Russians take the initiative to attack us!? You have no idea how much offensive energy we have accumulated, and you will soon regret it!"

"Stalingrad, Kiev, Moscow, all your cities will be shrouded in the fury of the Führer! At that time, you can only kneel on the ground and cry, crying why your fate is so unfair! Crying why you are born so inferior, damn Russia"

Bang--

The terrible and insulting shouting has not been finished yet, and the butt of the gun that is rapidly growing larger at the edge of the focal point of the field of vision directly hits the face of the German lieutenant heavily.

The broken face that was already full of peach blossoms by Chekov's departure is like a spilled seasoning box, and the sour and salty are scattered all over the ground, all along the neck and eyes to the forehead, so sour and refreshing, and caught off guard, without any warning, fell back to the original place and fell to the ground.

Lavrinenko, who was listening to Sasha's real-time translation, was the first to lose his patience. He directly cut off the butt of the SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle in his hand, leaving only the edge of the grip, and hit the German lieutenant who was full of farts in the face.

The SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle, which uses a short-stroke piston gas guide and a muzzle brake, is considered a rare and precious item among the Soviet light weapons. Although it is not very popular among the grassroots Red Army soldiers because the gun structure is more complicated than the Mosin-Nagant and is not easy to maintain.

But its unusually small recoil, which does not look like a rifle at all, is praised by the legendary Soviet female sniper Lyudmila, and is also deeply loved by the Red Marines with high cultural knowledge and tactical literacy.

Always feeling that the PPSh submachine gun cannot be equipped with a bayonet, Lavrinenko, who has a burly figure, did something that surprised Malashenko.

Lavrinenko found an SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle and directly sawed off the butt with a hand saw to turn it into a truncated SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle.

Recoil is not a big deal for Lavrinenko, who has a body comparable to that of a bear. Haven't you seen the fighting nation in later generations directly carry 7mm heavy machine guns and shoot from the waist? The 62mm small water pipe SVT-40 is really easy for Lavrinenko. According to his point of view, a long gun with a bayonet is the choice of a man.

He was hit hard by Lavrinenko's special weapon and fell to the ground with his nose covered. But even so, this German lieutenant who seemed to have a problem with his head was still cursing at Malashenko, saying only some arrogant words that inferior races and lowly Bolsheviks must be destroyed.

Malashenko, who thought this German lieutenant was a sensible person, shook his head when he heard this.

Normal people who still have some sense may just have a few words to themselves, but for this kind of madman who has been brainwashed to the point of no return, Malashenko never intended to communicate with him as a normal person.

He pulled out his Tokarev TT33 pistol from the holster on his waist, and at the same time handed the Suomi submachine gun to Sasha for safekeeping.

Weighing the predecessor of the 54th Black Star in his hand, he lowered his body and squatted beside the German lieutenant as if he was playing with a work of art. Malashenko spoke again in a gentle tone, as if he was chatting with a friend.

"There is a question. If you see your head of state in person, what will be your first reaction?"

The German lieutenant, whose face was covered in blood, seemed quite surprised by the question asked by Malashenko. He paused his scolding and looked stunned.

"Answer me, what will be your first reaction? There will be a reward for the correct answer, or do you simply dare not answer or do not know the answer?"

The method of provoking others has long been played out by people in later generations, but in 1941, when the breadth of thought was far less developed than in later generations, Malashenko's slightly roundabout words still had a satisfactory effect.

"Who told you that I don't know what to do? Watch out, you cheap Bolshevik!"

"Hey, Hitt"

Bang——

The powerful 62X25mm Tokarev pistol bullet smashed the good man's head into a rotten watermelon at a very close distance. The unfinished green smoke floating above the muzzle accompanied by the shocking gunshots made the red and white things in the head scatter all over the ground in an instant.

There was no trace of pity in the eyes of Malashenko, who shot this iron-headed German lieutenant with a gunshot. It was impossible to reason with such a strange product as the German stick who was full of fanatical Nazi ideas. Only by letting them see the truth of communism can their wrong ideas be forcibly corrected.

Extreme German bastards who have reached a certain level will do their best to use their set of perverse theories to lower your IQ to the same level as them or even lower, and then use their rich anti-human experience and twisted philosophy to pretend to be a senior in front of you, and finally achieve the goal of defeating you.

Regarding this point, Malashenko has experienced it from countless online German bastards and Huang Na in later generations. This kind of people and simple military fans are not in the same dimension at all. They are the kind of dirty maggots hiding in the flowers pretending to be about to enter the stage of breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly. They are themselves enough to make people sick.

The only difference is that the German bastard whose head was shattered by a gunshot is at least a purebred German bastard. As for those maggots in later generations, at best, they are just a group of ridiculous, dirty and inferior German bastards who were called inferior races by the purebred German bastards during World War II.

Seeing that he was still not satisfied after being shot in the head by Malashenko, Lavrinenko, who was still furious, strode forward and raised the truncated SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle in his hand, pointed the muzzle at the corpse whose upper half of the head was gone, fired 10 shots and emptied the magazine directly, and then spat a mouthful of thick phlegm that seemed to be burning with anger on the bloody corpse.

"Bah! I really don't know how this scum was born into this world. One day, I will kill all these scums!"