Chapter 2113: The Evil Ones Have Their Stupid Reports

The woman lying on the ground was dumbfounded, as if her head was squeezed by the door, and she turned from a normal person with no problems into a fool. The saliva that could not be stopped flowed from the corner of her mouth to the ground and gathered into a small piece. She was still laughing foolishly, and Malashenko had obviously lost interest in playing games.

"Take her away, but remember to send someone to keep an eye on her. Find a cell that can be monitored at any time to detain her alone. Send at least two smart soldiers to watch her at the same time. I will keep her useful until tomorrow morning."

The person who was waiting for Malashenko's order was naturally our brigade commander Comrade Valosha. He was called in by Malashenko's order, not to break in with others. In fact, Valosha, who had always been afraid of making Malashenko embarrassed in public, really didn't dare to bring people in when the division commander was doing "that thing". What if more than two squads saw it?

But at the moment, the truth of the matter seemed to be different from what Valosha imagined.

The imagined messy clothes on the ground, the untidy clothes, or the "afterwards" situation where Malashenko was still buttoning her clothes and tying her belt when she came in did not appear, and the Nazi female devil also fell to the ground in neat clothes.

I don't know what happened to make this female devil look like this. It's like her head was electrocuted by high voltage electricity. She just fell to the ground and laughed foolishly, and muttered some complicated German words that she couldn't understand from time to time. Valosha guessed that the division commander, who didn't show any surprise, must know something.

But if the division commander wanted to let him, Valosha was sure that the division commander would take the initiative to tell him what happened just now. If the division commander didn't take the initiative to say it, there was no need for him to ask so abruptly. Valosha, who was already a brigade commander, certainly knew what to do and what not to do.

At present, he only needed to execute the orders of the division commander, just like in the past.

"Understood, Comrade Division Commander."

"You two, you have heard the order, take her away. Go find Major Vadrov and tell him to keep an eye on this person for me. Then repeat the order Comrade Division Commander just gave him. If there is any problem, I will ask him. Let him handle the matter for me personally."

As he turned around, Valosha gave orders to the guards behind him. Immediately, two tall and strong soldiers stepped forward and followed the orders of Comrade Division Commander and Comrade Brigade Commander without saying a word. They grabbed the Nazi female devil who was lying on the ground and still grinning non-stop, and forcibly carried her out on the spot like a dead dog.

"He's a ghost, haha, he's a devil! Everyone here will be killed by him, he came back to life, I saw it with my own eyes, die! Everyone die, hahahahaha"

Malachenko didn't know how many of the soldiers present could understand the crazy German that was whispering all the way, but it seemed that no soldier with firm faith would listen to the words of a madman, let alone the Nazi female devil who was an enemy.

Any slander against the division commander based on this premise was empty talk.

Even if someone could really understand this crazy talk, at most they would just laugh it off and treat it as a joke, and would not take it to heart at all. After all, the story she told would inevitably be too shocking and sensational. As the initiator of this story, Malachenko certainly understood and was more relieved about this.

Waving his hand to signal the guards who rushed into the room to go down to the corridor to wait, Malachenko only left Varosha behind.

He took out two high-end cigarettes specially provided for generals from his pocket, and passed them to himself and Valosha one by one. Then Valosha, who quickly took out a lighter, lit the cigarette for him. Malashenko, who began to smell like a fairy, sat down at the corner of the desk and spoke.

"How are the preparations going? We have to start before dawn tomorrow morning. Are you ready?"

Valosha nodded when he heard it. Of course, he had to put the order of the division commander first and do it as a top priority, but there were some details that he had to explain to the division commander.

"Most of them are fine, there are just some minor problems."

"Although there are quite a few Red Army prisoners of war who signed up for the No. 1, 2 and 3 camps, we have carefully identified and questioned them. There are indeed no disguised ones, and they are all captured comrades. But many of them are not in good health. The meal in the evening made many of them sick. They haven't had a full meal for a long time and they ate desperately. Even though they were expected to prepare mainly liquid food and not much meat for them in advance, they still had stomach problems. Many people haven't recovered yet and are very weak."

"I'm worried that there may not be enough manpower tomorrow morning. After all, there are more than 500 SS rags. The whole process may take longer than expected, comrade division commander."

Hearing this, Malashenko shook the ash of the cigarette in his hand, with fairy air in his mouth, and just smiled at Varosha.

"Don't worry, if there are not enough people, we will use automatic weapons to execute. No one said that rifles must be used. There are always more solutions than difficulties."

"Also, remember to keep an eye on those big fish. The scum on the list I gave you are all to be packed away. They are not ordinary scum. They are the most criminal and full of evil in the entire Auschwitz. Directly... It’s too cheap if the gun is broken. These disgusting bastards must be brought back to the motherland for trial, and they must be punished by justice and die.”

Malashenko has made complete arrangements for the entire plan, and every detail has been considered. At the moment, he is just emphasizing to Varosha the details that have already been explained.

"I understand. I will take care of it. Please rest assured, Comrade Commander."

"Um"

Malashenko, who had smoked half of the cigarette, was about to say something more. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the phone on his desk suddenly rang, making Malashenko want to say something. He hesitated and could only answer the phone for now.

"Hello, I'm Malashenko."

"Oh, really? Yeah, I got it. Wait for me, I'll go downstairs. Well, okay, wait until I get there, then let's do this first."

Snapped--

While hanging up the phone, he put out his cigarette butt in the luxurious glass ashtray left by the commander of the No. 3 Battalion on the table. Malashenko stood up from the corner of the desk and straightened his back, then spoke.

"Comrade Political Commissar asked me to go to the communications room. There is something urgent there. Let's deal with other things first. Everything will be carried out as planned. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time. If I need anything, I will call you again."

??Brothers, I am not feeling well today. I have vomiting and diarrhea. It seems that I have a bad stomach. I am late for an update. I will give you another update on Sunday.

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