Chapter 935 Who Is More Outrageous

Seeing the German captain who was shot in the butt being treated by the Red Army medics who came after him, Malashenko, who had nothing more important to do, immediately jumped down from the turret and strode Arriving at the center of the intersection where corpses lay scattered on the ground, he began to admire his masterpiece with his hands on his hips.

"This killed at least nearly a battalion of Germans, Comrade Commander. I have never seen such a high density of German corpses in one place. Are they crazy? Only those dozens of people must die. Surrender? That wasn’t the case before.”

Iushkin, who followed Malashenko's steps and emerged from the turret, was amazed. This was indeed the first time he had seen such a scene.

"That's normal, Iushkin."

I don’t know when he started. Even if he smoked among the corpses, Malashenko would not feel the slightest nausea. It was as ordinary as having a cigarette in his mouth when going to the toilet.

After handing a cigarette to Iushkin next to him, and then connecting the cigarettes to himself and Iushkin respectively, Malashenko puffed away happily and then continued to speak.

"Not only do we know that we are finally close to victory, but the Germans now also understand that they don't have much time left. It is only a matter of time before the Sixth Army is completely annihilated."

“When people are desperate, they are willing to believe in the good things they place their hope on, and the same goes for Germans.

"If I'm not wrong, these Germans must still be counting on their offensive master: Marshal Manstein to save them. Although it sounds ridiculous, it is the fact."

"In order to gain a glimmer of hope of survival, these Germans will definitely fight us to the death. Do you believe it? If the army led by Manstein is destroyed or retreats, the Germans in the city will immediately lay down their weapons. Surrender to us."

Malashenko's words are indeed a bit obscure and difficult to understand for indigenous people in this era who do not have a particularly wide range of knowledge and limited active thinking.

Even though he was a high-level talent who graduated from the Tank Corps Academy like Iushkin, it took him a while to realize what Malashenko's call meant.

"I think I roughly understand that these German guys are like drug addicts now. Manstein and his army are like the drug that these German guys in the city can never get, but are close at hand. Is that so?"

""

After hearing Iushkin's understanding, Malashenko was a little surprised. Even the cigarette in his hand twitched slightly with the smile that instantly appeared on his face.

"You're pretty good at describing it! But that's probably what it means."

Malashenko, who continued to walk with Iushkin among the dead, soon came to the edge of the crater that the German captain said.

He gently flicked the cigarette butt out of his hand and stretched his head into the pit to take a look. An expected half-headed corpse came into view immediately.

The face that could not be clearly seen was covered with a large lump of bloody and sticky substance, and the brain tissue in the remaining half of the head was roughly exposed and dripping with blood.

The sight of his eyes being blown away and only half of his nose remaining was really horrifying. Looking at this scene, Malashenko couldn't help but shake his head slowly.

If possible, Malashenko even wants to bring those fools from the future generations who say that full-power rifle bullets have no cavity effect when hitting people, and often shoot two eyes with one shot, across time and space to see for themselves. This is what you call no cavity. Cavity effect, one shot, two eyes?

"I don't know who fired this shot. I don't remember that there were snipers among the infantrymen we just brought."

Iushkin, who also witnessed the corpse of the German major in the pit, curled his lips. He could guess which master should have fired the shot.

"I heard that Captain Varosha has a very powerful bearded sniper. He is said to be from an old Orion family in Siberia. He is already in his forties."

"Originally, he was not suitable to join the army, but this stubborn old man insisted on coming to the front line to show the Germans how powerful they are. He also vowed to kill the Germans like wild wolves. The first battle this guy fought was Stalinger. During the Battle of Stalingrad, no one expected this stubborn old man to be so powerful. He was on the list of snipers in the entire Stalingrad."

Iushkin seldom told stories. Although he did talk a lot, he liked to talk nonsense most of the time. Malashenko felt a little strange when he suddenly heard Iushkin telling other people's stories.

"Interesting, how did you know?"

"Me? I met an infantryman who was defecating last night. It was dark and I couldn't see what he looked like, so we just squatted there and chatted together. He told me."

""

Malashenko has become accustomed to Iushkin's second blow, just like a man who shovels shit has become accustomed to his second wife tearing down a house.

"So you guys are just squatting there, shitting, and bragging? Are you still smoking together while smelling shit?"

"Um?"

The surprise on Iushkin's face didn't look like he was pretending.

"How do you know? Were you shitting behind my back?"

"I"

I have a fucking brain disorder so I can shit with you, an idiot like you!

Malashenko, whose face was full of black lines, turned and left with strong complaints in his heart, ignoring Iushkin who still had a serious look on his face.

To be honest, Malashenko really felt that the people around him, including Political Commissar Petrov, were moving closer and closer to the words and deeds of future people. Was this his illusion?

Of course, the brigade commander didn't know that all this was due to his own influence, and it was subtle and difficult to detect in a short time.

Malashenko walked towards his car and took off the black leather gloves on his hands. Wearing this thing in winter can indeed keep warm, but when the gloves sweat, it makes people uncomfortable. It's like putting your hands in a low-temperature steamer to steam buns, or like boiling a frog in warm water. In short, there is almost no breathability and the experience is extremely poor.

Malashenko, who freed his hands to feel the fresh air outside, just returned to the side of the car and accidentally saw Captain Varosha talking to an old soldier with a big beard on his face and a rare Mosin-Nagant sniper rifle on his back.

The unkempt old soldier with a big beard looked sloppy and it seemed that he had not cleaned himself for half a year. However, judging from his appearance, he looked very much like the man Iushkin had just mentioned. Out of curiosity, Malashenko turned around and walked over.