Chapter 936 Weird Personality

"Captain Valosha, you have completed your mission very well, fully demonstrating the spirit of our Red Army soldiers who are not afraid of sacrifice and fight bravely. I will personally report this to the front headquarters."

The principle of carrying people on a sedan chair is applicable anywhere in the world, even to the straightforward and stubborn fighting nation.

Captain Valosha, who was praised by Malashenko, was a little confused. Of course, he was happy to the point of being confused.

He never thought that his battlefield performance could be reported directly to the front headquarters. What a great honor it is! But when he thought that the First Heavy Tank Brigade of the Guards led by Malashenko was a unit directly under the front headquarters, he no longer felt how strange it was, but was relieved immediately.

"Thank you! Brigade Commander Malashenko! But I think it's still better for you to command. I just acted according to your orders, that's all."

Wow, the kid is quite sensible! I didn't see it.

Unexpectedly, Captain Valosha had a high EQ. Malashenko grinned, stepped forward, put his arm around Captain Valosha's shoulders and started to treat him as a brother. If it wasn't known in advance, who could have seen that this was a colonel guard brigade commander with the title of Soviet hero.

Malashenko, who yelled and laughed with Captain Valosha for a while, then turned his attention to the bearded sniper next to him.

The bearded sniper, who was left alone for two minutes by Malashenko, stood there motionless, without interrupting or making other unnecessary movements. He stood in his own field like an honest farmer, guarding the one-third acre of land passed down from his ancestors and living a peaceful life. He was really incompatible with the fierce city hunter in the rumors.

"I heard that you have a very powerful sniper under your command, Captain Varosha. If I'm not mistaken, is it this old comrade?"

Malachenko lowered his posture very low, and even used the highest level of honorifics for the bearded uncle. Upon hearing this, Captain Varosha immediately nodded vigorously with a bright smile on his face and responded.

"Yes, everyone is used to calling him the City Hunter, because his father and grandfather are old hunters living in Siberia, and his generation is already the third generation. Boris can set up various traps and master very accurate shooting skills. He is the best soldier in our company. Even his sniper rifle was specially awarded to him by the regiment commander."

Boris, who put his hands in his sleeves, still stood there motionless, just keeping his eyes straight, looking at Malachenko with an inexplicable look that didn't know what he was looking at, until Captain Varosha, who was caught in the middle and finally realized that something was wrong, took the lead in interrupting the calm.

"What are you standing there for? Boris! This is Colonel Malashenko, the Hero of the Soviet Union and the commander of the 1st Heavy Tank Brigade of the Guards. Even the Germans in Stalingrad know his name. Why don't you salute him?!"

Malashenko's deeds of being awarded the Hero of the Soviet Union have been publicized in Stalingrad as positive material, so that the soldiers can truly feel that the Soviet hero is fighting beside them and that they are fighting bravely with the Soviet hero.

Based on Malashenko's fame, this is obviously an effective way to mobilize the morale of the troops. The actual effect gained after the deeds were publicized also satisfied the political work comrades at all levels of the troops. Malashenko's evaluation in the hearts of the Red Army commanders and soldiers has been raised to a higher level, but it seems that it doesn't work for this bearded Boris.

"You should be more low-key, Brigade Commander Malashenko. I heard them talk about your name when I stole the German sentries to capture prisoners. They called you "Iron Butcher". All the Germans in the city know you. Although you scare them, you should actually be low-key. Experienced hunters will target you, just like I targeted those German officials."

"Oh, damn! Boris, you old fool, what are you talking to Comrade Brigade Commander?"

"Wait!"

Captain Valosha, who looked shocked and annoyed, had not finished speaking. Malashenko, who did not take Captain Valosha's words to heart at all, suddenly noticed a different detail.

"You said you stole the German sentries to capture prisoners? You did it by yourself? Is it true?"

Malashenko was in disbelief, but Boris himself was downplaying it as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"It's very simple"

"Wolves are very wary of intruders approaching their territory and will come to check on them. The Germans are the same, no different from wolves. As long as I use this to set up a trap, I can bring back the Germans who were knocked unconscious by a stick alive"

"It seems that what this guy said makes sense, and it doesn't seem like he is deliberately pretending to be cool"

Seeing that Malashenko was embarrassed again, it seemed that he had no intention of continuing to speak for a while.

Captain Varosha, who was caught in the middle, felt that he had to play a role and resolve the embarrassment, and then spoke to Malashenko again.

"Brigade Commander Malashenko, Boris speaks like this, and almost all the snipers of other friendly forces have been offended by his eccentric personality. Those who praise him call him "City Hunter", and those who hate him call him "Beard Freak". Don't take it to heart, he is really like this, and his mouth has always been like this."

Captain Valosha was busy defending his subordinates and explaining things to them, while the bearded Boris, the protagonist of the incident, was still careless, not looking serious like a soldier at all.

"Okay, I don't care about these things at all, Captain Valosha. How can I blame a good old comrade like Boris? I just want to know whether the German major with only half of his head left lying in the pit over there was killed by him."

What Malashenko didn't expect was that as soon as he said this, Boris over there instantly became energetic like a Pikachu with full power.

"Yes, yes, yes! I killed that German. I shot him in the head with a shot on the roof. I can see that half of his skull was blown off by me. He must have died in the pit on the spot. There is no mistake."

Malashenko, who was almost startled by this shock, looked at Boris with a different look.

Based on the current situation, Malashenko could probably guess that Boris seemed to like others praising his brilliant achievements and merits, especially the real achievements and merits that were right in front of him and could be seen at any time.