Chapter 824 Who Is the Butcher?

While Malashenko was smoking, Lavrinenko, who was tired of digging at the bottom of the pit, also walked up the slope of the pit with a shovel.

Although it was a bit fucked up to not only kill these Germans but also bury them, after killing them with all my strength, I had to work hard to dig a pit to bury them.

But there were more troubles on the battlefield. After the war, no matter whether it was our own or the enemy's corpse, we had to collect them all. If we just left them there to rot and stink without handling them, trouble would soon arise.

"Damn Germans! Dig quickly! Do you want to suffer in Siberia? Dig quickly! Hurry!"

"Stop fighting, please stop fighting! Let me take a breath, I'll dig immediately after I take a breath"

Malashenko and Lavrinenko came to dig the pit in person, which was actually a bit similar to the meaning of leaders going to the countryside to inspect and participate in field labor in later generations, except that these two leaders were a bit honest and dug more earth than those unfortunate German prisoners of war.

The German prisoners who were still waving shovels and pickaxes at the bottom of the pit had been digging for several hours in a row. They were already exhausted and sore all over that they couldn't exert any strength.

But the Red Army soldiers who were responsible for guarding and supervising these German prisoners of war were not easy to talk to. As long as the German prisoners of war digging the dead pit slowed down a little, they would be scolded at the least, and even beaten with fists and feet or even hit in the face with gun butts at the worst.

The German prisoners of war who had finally managed to save their lives by surrendering felt aggrieved, but they were still more afraid. They were afraid that after the mass graves were dug, the Russians would shoot them on the spot and bury them together in the graves. The stories of the Russians killing prisoners wantonly were circulated in the German troops on the entire Stalingrad front.

"Please, give me a sip of water. I haven't had a sip of water for most of the day. I'm dying of thirst. Please, I just want one sip, one sip is enough."

The German soldier who fell to the ground stretched out his hand to ask for saliva from the Red Army soldier who was close in front of him. The Red Army soldier, who didn't understand what the German was mumbling, looked disdainful.

The big leather boots kicked the German soldier's face, who was begging desperately. The sole of the oversized military boots of size 47 was longer than the German soldier's face like a ship, and kicked the German soldier who fell to the ground head-on.

"Work, work! If you don't want to die, work quickly! Dig!"

The German soldiers who could understand Russian did not dare to say anything and lowered their heads to continue digging the pit. The smarter German soldiers followed suit and started digging the pit. Only those idiots who could not understand Russian and had no sense of judgment surrounded the German soldier who was kicked out, chattering non-stop. The relationship between the few people seemed to be quite good.

"Bastards! Don't you want to live? Do you want to die here? Last warning, dig the pit quickly!"

"You almost kicked his nose off, are you so cruel? We are just a group of surrendered soldiers who laid down their weapons, and we demand fair treatment!"

"Save him, he is bleeding non-stop, he just wants some water to drink"

The original argument between the two people soon turned into a chaotic quarrel.

The clever German prisoners of war who were cautious and did not dare to act rashly, just kept their heads down and dug the pit, pretending not to see the mess right in front of them.

The other Red Army soldiers standing on guard at the edge of the pit grasped their weapons and quickly approached. Another part of the Red Army soldiers digging the pit on the side also put down their tools and took off their weapons behind them, pushed the bullets into the gun chamber and immediately ran towards the direction of the quarrel.

"What's going on? There seems to be a quarrel in the pit, and the situation is not right."

Lavrinenko, who had just smoked half of his cigarette, was attracted by the quarrel and turned his head to look around to try to see what was going on. Malashenko, who was sitting on two German corpses stacked together as a bench, was not interested in this. He took the cigarette butt out of his mouth and flicked it away, and then quickly reached out to take out another one.

"Why bother with those things? At worst, we can just kill them all. Anyway, those Germans don't have weapons in their hands. Who can they blame if they are beaten to death for not working honestly? This is the rule."

The upset Malashenko didn't want to care about these low-level things, but soon a Red Army soldier actually pressed a stumbling German and walked over, cursing all the way. Malashenko, who was attracted by the chaotic footsteps and looked around, frowned immediately.

"You said you wouldn't kill us, officer, but what I see now is not the case!"

The German prisoner of war who was pressed all the way over was the German second lieutenant who led the team to surrender during the day. He surrendered to Malashenko in person. He had a deep impression of this tall Russian officer who was a whole head taller than him. Of course, he also remembered that Malashenko promised not to kill them.

"Did my soldiers open fire?"

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"No, but they"

"No, what are you yelling about!? I said I won't kill you, but I didn't say I won't punish you. If you disobey our orders, I will still order you to be shot! Do you think you are here to visit an amusement park in Stalingrad? Am I your tour guide or the tour leader you paid for?"

Malachenko's unreasonable retort on the spot choked the German lieutenant so much that he couldn't say a word, but Malachenko, who had the final say, didn't mean to give up.

"You probably want to say that our Red Army's atrocities are cruel and inhumane, right? But I tell you, everything you know is a lie, even the paste in your head is all dog shit and man-made feces!"

"In Poland, Poland that has been occupied by you Germans, there is a place called Auschwitz. If you know a little about this place, you must know who the scum guarding the concentration camp here are! That's right, it's your shitty Fuhrer Hitler's SS!"

"The Jews were slaughtered like dogs and pigs in there, and the number of corpses transported out of the gas chamber every day was so large that they had to be handled by train cars! The crematorium furnace The fat on the wall was so thick that it could be scraped off to make a sausage for everyone in Berlin, even the homeless! "

"What did those Jews do wrong? Among them were women, children, our comrades, our brothers, and our Red Army soldiers! They are also Jews!"

"I tell you, German bastard! Killing you won't make me feel guilty at all. Didn't you swear allegiance to your leader and country? Well, we all know that power and obligations are equal. Since you dared to set foot on Soviet soil, you must have prepared for sanctions. Hmm? Am I right? Is that right? Answer me!"