Steel Soviet Union

"Do you know who I am?"

There are many things that can shock people. People will always encounter various "shocks" in life, but Malashenko never thought that this would be the case.

This is a war era, not a day off for future generations. When you are walking down the street, an enemy suddenly pops up in front of you on the battlefield and says, "I know you and know all about you." Moreover, this is a chance encounter without any warning.

Malashenko knew that he was a relatively famous figure among the Germans, but he was so famous that even a small major could call him by his name, position, military rank, and the number of the unit he led. This was a down-to-earth manner. The way to describe it is "your mother is outrageous".

"Who are you? Why do you know this? What mission did you come with?"

Malashenko's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip with ink, and there were black lines all over his face. His sixth sense made Malashenko feel that this German guy knew him so well that he couldn't come here to do it for him. There must be something wrong with those who offer incense and worship.

Completely opposite to Malashenko's expression, the major of the National Defense Forces who was tied to the chair was smiling strangely, not caring at all that he was now in a completely passive and disadvantaged state, as if he had grasped something wrong with Malashenko. It's as confident as knowing the handle.

"What's going on? Seryosha, do you understand what this is saying?"

Iushkin, who covered his mouth and spoke in a low voice, could sense that something was wrong with the situation, but due to the encrypted call in "German" between Malashenko and the German guy, he was so wide-eyed that he had no idea what was going on. Iushkin, who was talking about something, could only look to Seryosha on the side for answers.

"You ask me? I don't understand the German bird language! Kirill knows a little bit, but it's a pity that he is not here now!"

Apart from Malashenko, the only person left in the entire No. 177 crew who still understands some German and can translate many keywords is the former loader Kirill.

But Kirill is not here now. He has been promoted by Malashenko and became a car commander and platoon leader.

Not to mention Artyom who was standing next to him like a stake, Iushkin felt that Artyom would be crazy if he could understand German. He turned his head slightly and cast a questioning look, and the result was as expected.

"I don't know what they are talking about, Iushkin, I'm sorry."

Artem's tone of voice when speaking to Iushkin was always polite and gentle, but this did not solve Iushkin's actual confusion. The "encrypted call" between the comrade commander and the German major continued.

"Who am I can be discussed later. There is one thing I am very curious about. Do you know the details of that Ukrainian bastard who was standing next to you just now and flattered you? Huh? The tank hero of the Soviet Union and the terrifying "Iron Butcher" , I want to hear your answer."

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To put it bluntly, the difficulty of this German major was beyond Malashenko's expectations.

This guy's smooth tone and leisurely expression made him look down on life and death.

Of course, Malashenko doesn't think that the German major is really not afraid of death. The obviously abnormal breathing rhythm and the details of the pupils dilating and tightening are all silently indicating that this guy's heart is actually going on. Intense psychological game.

There is only one answer in this way? What does the German want to achieve by concealing his inner negative emotions? He will have more chips in the dialogue with himself and will not be completely passive.

What is the purpose of this German guy?

Malashenko didn't know, but he was already interested. It was worth Comrade Ma's time to find out what he wanted to know.

"If you're talking about Walensky, I really don't know his background. And my intuition tells me that you should have something to say to me, so I'm all ears."

"Huh? I fucking knew it! What this bastard is best at is being glib and deceiving? Even I was tricked by this bastard."

The German major shook his head with a self-deprecating smile. Malashenko, who was sitting on the chair with his eyes narrowed, was still waiting for the answer.

"Okay? Listen to every word you say from now on. I'm sure you'll be glad you didn't kill me with one shot."

The German guy who had been talking for a long time finally started to get to the point? Malashenko, who was sitting on the chair facing each other, also became interested and began to uncontrollably widen his eyes and prick up his ears.

"You don't know anything about that bastard Walensky! If you knew him, I guarantee you would kill him with one shot right away!"

"What this guy did was like a piece of shit? It would stink even if he stayed there. If he led people to the village to clear out the guerrillas and track down their whereabouts? Then someone would definitely die in this village today?" Even if there are no guerrillas, they will die! How many, a few, a dozen, or even dozens of people will die? It all depends on that bastard’s mood today.”

"Sometimes if he's in a bad mood, he can probably pull a load of dead people out? With a truck? Your Gas truck."

"Don't ask if there are any guerrillas inside? Just look at the corpses of those five or six-year-old children. Walensky sold his soul to that bastard Staufen? He's just a dog that bites and bleeds people everywhere! Without him, he wouldn't dare What he did? There’s nothing he can’t do, Stauffen almost loves his loyal dog to death.”

Malashenko, who traveled from later generations, knows how bad some Ukrainian traitor bastards are? For them, killing their own people is as easy as chopping melons, cutting vegetables, eating and drinking, with expressions on their faces. Malashenko, who didn't have much ups and downs, soon spoke again.

"Who is Staufen?"

"The highest commander of the SS in this area, the First Class Assault Group Captain? It was Walensky who he personally selected and promoted. He did not command the frontline battles but was responsible for clearing the guerrillas in the rear and maintaining security in the occupied areas. He himself Who will be responsible for dealing with the tough ones? For example, there are a few machine guns and mortars, and there are hundreds of guerrillas."

"But on those less important occasions, Walensky would help him with errands and troubles. This guy was a complete pervert. Every time he was hanged, he had to take photos with the corpses, regardless of whether they were men, women, or children. It’s the same. He will treasure it after the photos are cleaned. He has a special photo album. If you can kill him, you might be able to find it. "

Malashenko, who had probably sorted out his thoughts, nodded slightly, but this did not mean that Malashenko would easily choose to believe it.

"Why should I believe that what you say is true? You should have a suitable reason."