Steel Soviet Union

Looking at Alsim standing in front of him in combat attire, still covered in blood and not yet dry, Malashenko, whose tone was no longer surprised, spoke slowly.

"Tell me why you killed someone in the street, and what happened to the colonel and his adjutant. I believe you have a reason."

According to Malashenko's understanding, although Alsim is strong, he is not the kind of lunatic who only knows how to kill. He is still a principled and bottom-line Red Army soldier, a battle hero who has experienced hundreds of battles.

But because of his personality and lack of education, Alsim only got along with people he recognized, and he had no faith at all.

If he insists on having a belief, then his belief is called "Malashenko", there is only one and no other.

Therefore, Malashenko believed that Alsim would not kill people randomly on the street. If he could do this, there must be his reasons.

It's just that the "thing happened for a reason" that Alsim said next was still beyond Malashenko's expectation.

"This bitch insulted Comrade Commander in the street! I asked him to shut up and apologize, but he not only refused to listen and refused to admit it, but also glared at me. Finally, he even scolded me and the Red Army, calling the Red Army "Russian pigs" in the street! And he even made me have If you can, kill him; if you can't, just let him go."

"So, you killed him "with the ability", is that what you mean?"

Alsim nodded simply and honestly, which made Malashenko, who was dumbfounded, even more helpless to speak.

"What about Sulovechenko? Didn't he persuade you? Didn't he pull you up on the spot and tell you not to do this?"

"I tried to persuade him, but he didn't stop me. I kicked him away. That bitch pointed at my nose and scolded me in the street. He even scolded the army commander and comrade. People all over the street were listening, and even those from the West were watching. What a joke! I have to kill him! Otherwise, how can the leader have any dignity?”

"Then you haven't thought about the possible consequences of doing this?"

"I have thought about it, of course I have! But the collective honor of the leading army is important, and the reputation of the comrade commander is even more important. I personally are nothing compared to it. I can accept any consequences no matter what.

At the end of the conversation, Malashenko lost his temper completely and turned to look at the political commissar comrade on the side.

However, he found that the Comrade Political Commissar at this time had an expression of "You have to make the decision on this matter", as if he knew that Alsim only recognized his Comrade Commander as irreplaceable in his heart.

Malashenko, who also knew that he could not avoid the matter, had no choice but to continue speaking. It was best to understand the ins and outs of the whole process before making any real decision.

When Alsim heard that Comrade Commander wanted to hear the details from beginning to end, he didn't hide it and spoke without thinking.

"It was when I just came back from the execution ground. Sulovechenko and I were walking on the street. The troops had already returned to the camp. He wanted to take a stroll before leaving, so I accompanied him, and he happened to pass by the military headquarters."

"By the way, don't you want to buy some souvenirs or something like that? I heard that Comrade Commander has agreed to your marriage. If I were you, I would prepare some small gifts for my sweetheart."

Sulovchenko was chatting and laughing while shopping. Alsim, who was walking beside him, didn't think much about it.

"Buying a gift? I don't understand that. Could you please tell me what to buy and where to get it."

"Oh, then you have asked the right person. How about buying a gift for your sweetheart?"

Alsim interrupted his words by raising his hand. Sulovechenko, who had just been chatting and had not noticed it, raised his eyes and looked forward. Only then did he realize that there were two people in military uniforms that he had never seen before, standing there. Something was being discussed not far from the military gate.

"Have you seen those two people?"

"No, I haven't seen anything like this before. Maybe he just came today? He looks like a high-ranking official."

""

Alsim, who was subconsciously wary of people wearing unfamiliar military uniforms he had never seen before, didn't think much about it.

Guessing that it might be some foreign army that came to pay a visit, there should be no threat on this street anyway, so he continued chatting with Sulovechenko and walked forward.

But he didn't expect that just after passing those two people, before he could take a few steps forward, Sulovechenko beside him suddenly stopped without warning.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

"Those two people were speaking in Chinese. They were insulting Comrade Commander, Comrade Political Commissar and our leading army."

""

Alsim cannot understand Chinese, but Sulovechenko, who has graduated from a serious military academy and has sufficient cultural foundation, can understand it through self-study, and of course he can also speak it.

There was no need to ask what the specific content of the insult was. Alsim was not interested or wanted to know. He only needed this reason to act.

"These Russian pigs are nothing! The military commander in name only made excuses for not seeing me, and sent a political commissar who was no good at all. He actually told me that he had no right to interfere, but he could say it out loud!"

"Why did those gangsters reach out and ask for weapons and just give them to them!? They are obviously trying to perfunctory us. Do they know who is orthodox? No wonder the American consultant said they are barbarians, they are just a bunch of pigheads who have not yet been enlightened! "

The spy chief, who carried the rank of colonel on his shoulders, became more and more angry as he cursed. The adjutant beside him was worried when he heard this and hurriedly tried to persuade him.

"Stationmaster, be careful what you say! This is the territory of the Russians now. If you have anything to say, please go back and talk about it."

"Hmph! The Russians, sooner or later we have to get them out! This is our territory!"

In order to be more impressive, I even put on the new colonel uniform I just received, just to let the Russians see clearly and carefully.

But even so, I still hit a snag, and I hit a snag that hurt my face.

The secret agent leader who realized that he was worse than a gangster in the eyes of the Russians was furious. He couldn't help but curse after he had gone out not far. Now that he was persuaded by the adjutant, he gradually calmed down. Think about it. It’s better to go back first and talk about it later.

But he didn't expect that just as he was about to leave, two Russians in military uniforms, one tall and one shorter but not much different, suddenly appeared in front of him and blocked the way.

"What are you going to do?"

Recognizing that the two people in front of him were the Soviet army's spy chiefs, he switched to Russian and saw the cold, poker-faced man speak directly.

"Don't do anything. Take back what you just said and come with me immediately to apologize to our comrade commander and political commissar."

"Huh, apologize? You ordered me to go with you to apologize?"

I don't know where the courage came from. He probably recognized that Alsim in front of him was just a major. The secret agent leader, who insisted on his superior status, immediately started to feel strange.

"Excuse me, why should I apologize? Have I said anything? Is there any evidence?"

"No evidence is needed. What we heard is evidence. I don't want to say it a third time. Take your words back immediately and come to me to apologize."

Upon hearing this, the spy chief sneered and stretched out his hand to move the collar of his clothes, as if to show his identity deliberately, and then spoke slowly and unhurriedly.

"Then what if I insist not to go?"

""

Alsim, who did what he said, did not repeat it a third time, but took action immediately without saying anything.

He held down the spy leader's shoulders and turned his backhand. Regardless of how miserable the secret agent leader screamed in pain, he grabbed his arm in a standard capture posture and escorted him away in the direction of the military headquarters not far away.

"Ah-ah-ah! My arm-arm! Damn Russian pig, let me go! Let me go!"

The spy leader felt as if his shoulders were being crushed and couldn't help shouting. Alsim, who didn't care how he felt, continued to go his own way, pushing and escorting the person forward.

The adjutant who accompanied the spy leader was conscientious in his duties. Seeing his leader being held down and screaming in pain, he rushed over to help him out first.

Alsim turned his head and saw someone rushing towards him. Without saying a word, Alsim continued to maintain the standard grappling posture and did not let go. He raised his powerful and heavy iron leg to aim at the person rushing towards him and kicked him out. Within a second, the person who came had already flown backwards.

What really surprised Alsim was that the person he was escorting took this opportunity to yell loudly.

"Come and see! Everyone come and see! These Russian barbarians are starting to beat people in the street, and they are going to beat the Chinese to death!"