Steel Soviet Union

"Are you Malashenko? The steel butcher?"

Malashenko was stunned for a moment after hearing this, but soon returned to his normal state and nodded with a smile.

"Of course, you didn't admit the wrong person. I guarantee it's true."

Although he had guessed the other party's true identity and was very close to it, when the SS commander got the confirmed answer from Malashenko, there was still something obviously wrong with the expression on his face. Variety.

"I didn't expect that I would see you before I died! Hahaha, it's really ironic!"

Malashenko did not answer, but squatted on the ground and listened quietly. It was okay to give the SS man who had little time left to talk nonsense and sigh.

"I guess I have no choice, and your proposal is not bad. I agree to the deal. Just ask."

"Very well, wise choice."

Malashenko, still smiling, quickly prepared the first question, or simply blurted out the question he had already prepared.

"Where are the others? Don't tell me that this is all you have of the more than 10,000 SS soldiers who died. Someone told me your details and I know them all. It's best not to use lies to force me to change my mind.

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Speaking is a very high-level art of being a human being. With enough cool words and rhetoric, you can turn things that are originally dead into life, and you can forcefully turn things that are considered black into white and change the established situation. In fact, the key depends on how good your eloquence is.

Coincidentally, Malashenko, who studied under Political Commissar Petrov, has made great progress in communicating with prisoners and knows how to take the initiative, grasp the opponent's weaknesses, and take the initiative.

When negotiating with prisoners, especially prisoners of the SS, you must take the initiative and speak without leaving any room, push him to the edge of the cliff, and let him understand that he has no other choice but to tell the truth. It's that simple. .

"These dogs of the Wehrmacht! Rubbish!! Scum!!!"

The dying SS soldier can use up his little remaining vitality to scold him here. Anyway, it’s not Malashenko who is dying, so why should he care? The SS commander had guessed correctly. As this was the case, Malashenko had no intention of wasting any more words or making excuses for the Wehrmacht when the overall situation was decided.

The plan of the Wehrmacht group to kill by borrowing a knife is clearly there. Malashenko would not be so stupid as to think that these Wehrmacht groups had discovered their conscience and wanted to join the anti-fascist front and revolted on the battlefield.

These are a bunch of unlucky guys who have been tricked by the SS and are unable to take revenge. They just want to take revenge by destroying the SS with their own hands. There is no need to talk nonsense for such people. So this SS man can scold him casually, freely, and scold him as he pleases, but in the end it will be dog-eat-dog, hairy-mouthed, and nothing to do with Malashenko, a mass spectator?

After scolding him a few times, he seemed to feel that there was no point in doing so. After taking a few breaths and thinking about how to answer, the SS commander quickly spoke again.

"Some people are still alive, but most of them are dead. There are really too many dead people. What we see along the way are basically corpses. No, they are not even corpses. It's like in a slaughterhouse. It’s like the raw meat you just minced for stuffing sausages, your Russian cannon fire is so cruel!”

Malashenko still did not say anything, but quietly waited for the other party's next words. There was no need to argue with this SS scumbag about what "extreme cruelty" meant.

"I don't know how many people are still alive. There may be a few hundred people, if not more than a thousand."

"Your bombardment came at the right time, of course for you. When the shells fell, we had just assembled and were ready to go. The infantry were all gathered together and the tanks were very close and in their starting positions. I think most of the people were killed in the first ten minutes of the bombardment, and the subsequent shells were just fragmenting corpses and had no meaning."

"The remaining people who are still alive should have gone west. I heard an infantryman going west told me that General Herbert was organizing the last troops in the west to prepare for a breakout operation. I think this makes no sense. It’s impossible to fight out, and I don’t want to be a prisoner of you Russians. My car was also destroyed in the shelling.”

"So I took my crew around to look for tanks that were still usable and wanted to stay and fight again. Your shelling blew up my crew and only three people, including me, were left. We found a tank The King Tiger had its tracks broken and couldn't move, but it doesn't matter. We didn't intend to run anyway. It doesn't matter whether we can move or not. You will know what happened next."

Whether what the enemy says is credible or not should be judged based on the situation and subjective perception you have. You don't just believe what the enemy says, that would be just a fool.

Malashenko, whose brain was spinning rapidly, judged that what the SS commander said was basically true. At least there was no way to find loopholes in the situation he had grasped from the side to question, and what he said was basically reasonable.

If all the remaining SS troops went west and prepared to fight to the death again, then it makes perfect sense that we were one kilometer deep into enemy-occupied territory but had not yet encountered any large-scale resistance. .

"Good, good answer. That's all I want to know, and now our deal is complete."

Malashenko did not intend to waste any more time digging into some unnecessary and boring answers. After slowly standing up with a smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and lightly snapped his fingers.

Bang - Bang -

Two sudden gunshots instantly pierced the night sky that had just fallen silent and were extremely harsh.

The two Red Army soldiers who had quietly approached from behind during the conversation pulled the triggers of the Tokarev pistols in their hands at the same time, following the ringing instructions of the division commander and the orders that had been given before the conversation. The heads of the two lightly injured SS armored soldiers were cut open on the spot, leaving only the severely injured SS commander still sitting on the ground with a look of shock.

"You actually!? Ah!!! You Russian bastard! Didn't you say you wanted to keep them both alive? Damn it! You promised this was a deal!"

"A deal? Heh, do you think a Communist would be stupid enough to make a deal with the demon scum that just killed his comrade a few minutes ago?"

"I'm sorry, you SS loser, I lied. Yes, that's right, I did lie. That's the only thing that's true."

Malashenko, who still had a sarcastic smile on his face as he spoke, knelt down again, leaned forward slightly, and with an extremely provocative and joking tone, faced the seriously injured party member who was approaching his end. The guard commander said slowly.

"I kept you until the end just because I wanted to see your current expression with my own eyes. It really makes me extremely emotional and happy! This is the fresh and sweet taste of revenge."