Chapter 2773 Bloody scene

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2773 Bloody scene

The last Nazi soldier in the city put down his weapons and stopped resisting, the battle would never stop.

Knowing all this, Malashenko understood that it was not time for him to have a good rest. Anyone who had been sleeping very lightly during the war was not required to call him. He was awakened by the biological clock in his body at 3:00 in the morning.

Get up from the bed, lift the blanket covered by your body, and put your feet in the two long boots placed beside the bed.

Marashenko, who didn't even take off his clothes while sleeping, simply completed the work of getting up. The top leader picked up the coat hanging on the head of the bed and walked straight out. When he pushed the door to the combat command room, he saw the political commissar looking at him.

"Damn, are you not sleeping? Why are you earlier than me?"

The political commissar who looked up at Malashenko and continued to lower his head to sort out the report, quietly answered to Malashenko while keeping his head still and continuing to work.

"I've been sleeping for a while. I'm a waste of time when I continue to sleep longer. I know what hours I need for the minimum sleep, and I've guaranteed enough. Don't worry."

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For a person whose life is about to come to an end, Malashenko seems not qualified to persuade the political commissar to "paying more rest is beneficial to physical health."

This loyal and firm Communist Party member has little time left, and Malashenko is indeed able to understand the state of mind of the political commissar at this moment.

If he wasted too much time on sleeping, I'm afraid he would even expect him to fall asleep.

Now that things have come to this, I have to respect the wishes of the political commissar in this last precious time in my life. Malashenko hopes that this will make this last section of the political commissar’s life more meaningful and fulfilling.

"I have sorted out today's combat plan. Wait a moment, and I will give it to you for a review. If there is no problem, you can sign a letter. I will arrange to issue it to the combat troops to take it to the—"

Dingling--

"Hey? Frontline Command."

Before the political commissar could finish his words, the phone on the table not far away suddenly rang.

Although the political commissar who wanted to speak but stopped wanted to continue speaking, the phone call that just rang over there always seemed to give people a bad premonition.

Who would call the frontline command at three o'clock in the middle of the night without any work?

Could it be that something happened to the contact line? But I didn’t hear any alarm or fire exchange?

The political commissar who thought about it again planned to finish the work in his hands first and then hand it over to Malashenko for the signature before discussing.

But I never thought that as soon as I lowered my head, I picked up the phone and said a few words, the communications officer who had just spoken for a while, turned around and spoke quickly.

"Comrade Commander, report from the frontier post. An enemy attack occurred at the main road intersection of the No. 1 block. The enemy sabotage infiltrated and secretly attacked our guard troops on the contact line. The combat engineer battalion directly under the First Heavy Comprehensive Brigade suffered losses, and the specific casualties are being counted."

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"What!?"

Malashenko had just woken up and didn't even have time to take a sip of water. The call from the frontline contact line reported that the German guy slipped in and touched his butt in the middle of the night, causing substantial casualties.

The key is that Malashenko didn't hear any firefighting in the city, which is very surprising and a little angry.

"Which unit is the enemy who encounters the contact line? How did you put the guards on guard this night? How could the German guy sneak in and kill everyone and can't even let go of a single fart? It's ridiculous!"

It doesn't matter if someone sneaked up, but if someone sneaked up, it's a bit unreasonable if he didn't even let go of a fart.

There was no sound of fire fighting, and now he called this phone number. Then Marashenko was almost sure that the group of Germans who committed the crime were likely to run away after pretending to be a pussy.

This is a fucking shame. How many times have the leader encountered a mess of having a German guy run away after pretending to be a pussy?

I can't say that there isn't one time, but that's really rare, as few as a handful.

So it's nothing more than that Marashenko is a little cursing now, after all, this is really embarrassing.

"It is the first company of the combat engineer battalion of the First Brigade, and it is the Alsim Company!"

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"What are you saying? Alsim!?"

Marashenko could not believe his ears. Alsim's "Slavic Superman" who was so violent that he was like a war machine, and the same violent and uneasy brothers under his command could have been touched by the German guys in the middle of the night? And he hadn't reacted yet???

"Is there anything wrong with Alsim? What's the situation there now? Who is in charge?"

Faced with Malashenko's continuous inquiries, the communications officer who had just left the phone seemed embarrassed.

"I don't know, comrade in the division commander, didn't say anything on the phone. The people there hurriedly hung up the phone and said they were going to the scene to deal with the situation. Do you need to call them again to inquire?"

"Forget it, no need."

Marashenko, who had no time to wait for news, seemed very impatient. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the communications officer's proposal. Instead, he grabbed the armed and gun holsters on the table and wrapped them around his waist, and spoke again to the political commissar on the side.

"I'll go to the scene to see it. I'm worried that something happened to that guy Alsim, so I'll leave it to you for the time being."

After yesterday's battle, the smooth progress of the leader's division headquarters had moved from the town outside the city to a suitable location in the city. It didn't take too long for Malashenko to head from the current front line command to the contact line.

"I understand, be careful all the way, remember to bring a guard platoon with you."

"Well, then that's it, stay in touch."

Marashenko was moving very fast. The convoy on standby in the yard downstairs saw that the division commander was asking for emergency use. He immediately summoned the guards to prepare for a little and then set off quickly. It took less than fifteen minutes to actually send Marashenko to the destination of the contact line.

In the ruins of Berlin, where the ruins are everywhere and bullet craters are everywhere, it is already very fast that wheeled vehicles can have such a maneuvering speed.

What Malashenko would not have thought was that when he opened the car door and ran into the building at the scene, he saw the first scene, and he was stunned on the spot, who claimed to be knowledgeable.

"Is this what those niggas do?"

"Suka! These are no human gangsters!"

"It's really time to chop these bastards up and feed them to the dogs, but you can't relieve your hatred!"

The surrounding entourage was either shocked, angry, or both, and there were different things.

Looking at the bodies of soldiers who were lying on the ground in rows, and the sharp knives that were deeply pierced into the forehead of each soldier.

Malashenko only felt that the scene in front of him was not like a battlefield ruin, but more like the sacrifice site of some kind of black magic and evil ancient ritual.
Chapter completed!