Chapter 897: Obsession

There were many people who were startled by the Tiger tank that suddenly exploded, including our brigade commander, Comrade Malashenko.

Malashenko, who had just jumped off the turret, originally planned to go over and take a look at the Tigers that had surrendered and the German armored soldiers who were holding their hands high, but the sudden explosion instantly spread out a super strong shock wave, which scared Malashenko on the spot and almost frightened him to the ground.

"Fuck you, didn't they all surrender? What the hell do these Germans want to do?"

Malashenko, who was a little further away, was shocked, and Captain Hank, who had just got off the car and was closer, was directly knocked to the ground by the powerful explosion shock wave that hit his back.

Fortunately, Captain Hank, who had prepared a backup plan in advance and was mentally prepared, had already raised his hands and left a far enough distance, so the ammunition of his car could not kill him at a distance of more than 100 meters away.

Only two of the three Tiger tanks that surrendered were left.

Almost all the German armored soldiers who had raised their hands and left the tanks looked at each other in confusion, not knowing why the Tiger tank with the command radio suddenly exploded. Only Captain Hank himself had a calm and unperturbed expression on his face. Of course, he knew why his car suddenly exploded.

"Be quiet! Don't move!"

The Red Army soldiers, speaking simple and broken German, surrounded them and ran quickly, hitting the surrendering German armored soldiers with the butts of their weapons like raindrops. However, the wailing of being beaten did not include Captain Hank, who gritted his teeth and held back his voice.

"Search him for weapons, quick."

"Then check if there's anything valuable, just like before."

"You're the only one who talks a lot and moves fast, and there's another battle to fight."

Captain Hank, who was pressed to the ground with his face against the snow, could understand simple Russian and knew that these Russian soldiers who were rummaging around in his pockets wanted to find something from him. After all, the privileges of the victors have been unchanged since ancient times.

The young Red Army soldier who had searched up the trouser legs to the cuffs of his shirt and had hardly found anything of value from Captain Hank was as ecstatic as a gold digger in California, USA, who had dug out a large lump of gold.

"Hey, this guy is wearing a watch! Take a look, it looks like a good thing! Top-quality stuff!"

The young Red Army soldier, who didn't care about Captain Hank's thoughts, forcibly pulled the watch off his wrist and placed it in his palm. The ecstasy in his heart was written on his face, and he couldn't wait to share the joy with his comrades around him.

"What good luck! If I had known, I would have checked my wrist first."

Another Red Army soldier, who was holding a PPS watch and had a classic Marx-style beard on his chin, was a little envious. The watch looked very delicate and intact, and it was a very good trophy worth showing off.

He always felt that the German who was pressed to the ground in front of him might have something else on him. After searching the other's body, the bearded soldier immediately cast his eyes on Captain Hank's neck. A thin metal chain near the back of his neck caught his attention.

Before Captain Hank could react, the strong bearded soldier forcibly broke the metal chain and took it in front of him, ready to take a closer look at what this good thing was and how much it was worth. It would be even better if it was more valuable than the watch.

But the bearded soldier who had just done all this casually did not expect the next emergency.

Captain Hank suddenly jumped up like a rabid dog. He instantly stood up from the ground and pounced on the bearded soldier's right arm, and at the same time reached out to grab the metal chain trophy that was held in the palm of his right hand.

"This damn German is tired of living! Let go, let go! You damn Nazi running dog!"

Captain Hank, who is only more than 1.7 meters tall, is not too short. At best, he can only be said to have a balanced and normal development.

But in front of this bearded Red Army soldier who is comparable to Malashenko in height and size, the obvious height and size difference is exposed at once, just like a kid fighting with an adult, not to mention that the bearded soldier is holding a PPSh submachine gun as a weapon.

"Damn Nazi running dog! Get out of the way!"

Bang——

The feeling of a 47-size winter thickened military boot kicking the chest is quite bad.

Captain Hank, who was thrown out by the bearded warrior with brute force, was lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out. Before he could get up, the bearded warrior with anger on his face followed closely and stepped on Captain Hank's chest with his thick oversized military boots without hesitation.

The increasing force almost made Captain Hank feel that he was almost being crushed like a cockroach, but while breathing was short, he still did not forget to reach out for the metal chain in the other's hand that was very important to him, and at the same time, he made a sound that seemed to be suffocating.

"Please, give it back to me. It's very important to me. You can take everything else."

"Shut up! Damn German!"

The bearded soldier, still angry in his heart, couldn't understand what the trampled German guy in front of him was talking about. He picked up the butt of the Bobosha submachine gun in his hand and saw it. Use all your strength to hit the opponent in the face.

"stop!"

The sudden shouting was as loud as thunder, and the bearded soldier who was caught off guard quickly stopped the butt of the gun that had been smashed down in his hand. When he turned around and looked in the direction of the sound, he could see a figure as tall as himself striding towards him.

"Why did you hit him? Didn't he surrender? Looking at you, you seemed to be preparing to give him some harsh blows."

After being questioned by the big boss in front of him, the bearded warrior, who was already a little frightened, did not dare to hide anything and immediately recounted everything that had just happened to Malashenko in front of him.

"That's it"

After listening to the description of the process, Malashenko was relieved. Beating prisoners was just a common occurrence and he couldn't afford to pursue it. It was very common for him to have close contact during the search for loot, so in the final analysis, this was a piece of cake.

But looking at the German armored captain lying on the ground at his feet, his eyes still flashed with strong obsession. Malashenko cast his eyes on the metal chain in the bearded soldier's hand and then spoke quietly.

"Bring this thing over and show it to me."