Steel Soviet Union

The definition of the word "big fish" is very broad and can be divided into many types.

If you catch a big enough Kraut official, such as a general, then it's definitely a big fish.

Or if you catch an important person, such as the commander of a group of Germans who are difficult to deal with, then this can also be called a big fish.

Listening to Varosha's slow introduction, and looking at the dejected German under the car in front of him, whose clothes were not very clean, and even his military cap was tilted, Malashenko naturally understood what was going on. The situation must be the latter.

"Where did you catch him?"

Malashenko, half of his body hanging outside the turret, raised his hand and pointed at Varosha and asked.

"In the tank, or rather outside the tank, this bastard came out and surrendered on his own. The soldiers saw that he was wearing an officer's uniform, so they took him out alone and asked him. He said that he was the major battalion commander of the 505th Heavy Armor Battalion of the National Defense Forces, here. In addition to his men, the Germans also have remnants of several other divisions. Hey! Repeat what you just said!

Varosha, who had an extremely hot temper, was naturally rude to the enemy who surrendered and was captured. Without saying anything, he just raised his leg and kicked the German guy on the butt. That gesture was so shocking to Malashenko. It seems like kicking a lazy donkey in the production team.

"Major Commander of the Independent 505th Heavy Armored Battalion of the Wehrmacht, Schraun Bornstadter, can I ask what your name is? You seem to be the commander of this group of people."

The first thing he said was a straight-to-the-point, babbled German conversation. This German guy didn’t even know whether he understood it or whether he could speak German, so he just left it here and made his own decisions. This actually made Comrade Ma raise his eyebrows and couldn’t help but laugh.

People are in high spirits when happy events happen. Malashenko, who just won a battle, is in a good mood at the moment. He doesn't really care about these trivial things. He can give the German guy some face.

"Major General Dimitri Drukovich Malashenko, commander of the 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division, I thought you Germans should be quite familiar with me. Oh, by the way, compared to Malashenko You should be more familiar with the name "Steel Butcher", is that right for you to call me?"

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At first, I just felt a bit like it, but I couldn't be sure. When the man on the tank turret in front of me actually introduced himself and said his name, Major Schroun, who was already ashen-faced, just kept his hands raised in the air. He smiled sadly.

"It seems that I guessed it right. It is indeed you. The portrait those people from the Propaganda Department printed for you is quite similar.

"portrait?"

Malashenko was stunned when he heard this. He had never heard of a German printing a portrait of himself in the past. What the hell is this?

Perhaps seeing the surprise and puzzlement on Malashenko's face, Major Schraun, who was already indifferent to all kinds of things, asked himself, and then spoke to Malashenko again.

"If you don't know this is happening, Mr. Malashenko, you can ask your people to take out the portrait from the right pocket of my coat. I happen to have one with me."

""

Malashenko frowned slightly and examined Major Schraun's face. Judging from his own experience, this guy was probably not lying. It was just a portrait, so why was there any need to lie?

"Pick your right pocket, take out the contents and give them to me."

Varosha is a second-hand German speaker, and so far he can only understand and speak one or two simple sentences or vocabulary.

The conversation just now was beyond Varosha's understanding, so the division commander still needed to translate it into Russian and give him orders with gestures.

"The right pocket? Didn't you two search him just now? Is there anything left?"

With doubts, Varosha stepped forward and began to pick out the German guy's pockets. The two escorting soldiers behind him looked a little panicked. They were obviously worried that they had missed something and had not found it, which would cause big trouble.

"What the hell is this, uh, a poster???"

Taking out the contents of his pocket and spreading his hands, Varosha placed it in front of him for review. Varosha discovered that it was actually a poster with a large portrait of a human head, and a bunch of German bird language words on it. .

It didn't look like anything special, just like the pictorials that could be seen everywhere and posted on the walls after destroying German strongholds and camps in the past.

It’s just that the person in this painting, eh, looks a bit like our teacher, comrade?

"It's very strange, Comrade Commander. I can't understand this thing. The person painted on it seems to be you."

With confusion and confusion, he reached out to Malashenko and handed the thing in his hand. After hearing Varosha's words, Malashenko was actually able to guess and confirm, but he was still worried about the German. I was very curious about what kind of ghostly creature I was painted into.

"Damn it, why did you make your brother so ugly? These stupid Germans!"

Regarding this body that he picked up for nothing after time travel, Malashenko asked himself that although he was not as handsome as the Huaichun girls from the folks on the street, he thought about it day and night and could not sleep all night, but he was still a little bit worse than "Red Army Daniel Wu" distance. But at least my brother also has good facial features, a tall body, and a heroic spirit. He can be regarded as a famous handsome young man from all over the country outside Moscow.

Why are you here with these stupid German guys, so you draw yourself like that crazy celebrity? It feels like I can squat next to the pit at any time and spit out "Oli, do it, brothers!"

"Forget it, it would be weird if these fascists could draw me so handsome. At least we can recognize him as a buddy."

After looking at the large portrait of a Soviet tank general wearing a uniform printed on the poster, Malashenko moved his eyes to the slogan printed on the poster.

"The enemy of the German people, the person who must be conquered by the Führer's army, the number one armored dog under the bandit leader Stalin: Malashenko"

"Fuck you! Goebbels is a rotten-assed hermaphrodite who is quite good at spreading rumors and slander. I'm just waiting for one day to kick your ass into four pieces!"

Neither the portrait nor the slogan were good things. While holding this thing in his hand, Malashenko began to think about other things related to it and then spoke again.

"Do you issue this to the entire army? When did it start?"

Malashenko knew that he was famous and infamous among the Germans, but he never expected that things had developed to this extent. Looking at this posture, those Germans must hate themselves so much that they can't even understand their hatred until they are peeled off and cramped. It is obviously necessary to find out when this poster started.