There are only those "Ukrainian devils" occupying the village. This is one of the best news Malashenko heard today.
The Germans have always been very stingy in equipping their servants with weapons and equipment, not to mention these Ukrainian fools who were "chaoaned". According to our comrade Ma's guess and judgment, these naughty Ukrainian devils in the village
It would be nice to have a few broken guns. You might even have to make do with machine guns on your fingers. The latest Iron Fist is even more unthinkable.
The Wehrmacht group encountered on the first line of defense did not have such weapons in their hands. It was not until they went deeper into the hinterland of the German army's actual control area and encountered the notorious Viking division bastards that the situation took an unexpected turn.
.It seems that the current situation is that only elite troops are eligible to equip the Panzerfaust first, at least as far as the SS is concerned, this is indeed the case.
In this way, Malashenko can naturally let go of his hands and feet to fight. I have to say that the information Alexi obtained on his own initiative is indeed useful, and it is not the kind that is only half useful, it is really damn useful.
Of great use.
It is true that Alexi made his own decisions and changed the order first, but if Malashenko could be so cruel to Alexi now, who had a piece of flesh flying off his arm, what kind of punishment would be given to this kid?
if.
One thing to say is that Comrade Ma really can't bear to be so ruthless. Commissar Petrov mentioned this problem to Malashenko half-jokingly several times.
But there is no way, even if you know about some problems, you can't change them at all. Knowing this, Malashenko could only sigh and said softly to Alexi.
"Let it go this time, but it won't happen next time. Do you hear me clearly?"
Malashenko's calm words could not be heard as reprimands at all, and even Kulbalov on the side couldn't help but shake his head after hearing this.
"Yes, Comrade Commander! This is the last time!"
"Um......"
After a "hmm", the big thing of disobeying military orders seemed to have passed away. Malashenko's calm expression without blinking was actually formed with Alexi's happy brows.
sharp contrast.
"Take your people here and watch carefully. The mission of the reconnaissance company is over. Now I want to go and meet these traitors of the motherland in person!"
Malashenko, who suddenly said harsh words, was like blowing the rallying horn. Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, which was already ready to go into battle at any time, quickly took action and rallied its elite troops.
The force was ready to attack quickly, and the accompanying infantry soldiers quickly boarded their vehicles to make final preparations before charging.
On the other side of the village, in the few houses in the center of the village, the scene at this moment is completely different. Compared with Malashenko's side, it seems like a red and white thing.
The contrast is equally sharp.
"Walensky, Walensky! Something big happened, come out quickly! Walensky!"
"......Are you annoyed!? Who the hell is that?"
The people outside the house waved their right hands desperately, almost knocking the wooden door to pieces, but the sounds coming from inside the house were unhurried and filled with strong anger and complaints. It was not until the wooden door was opened from the inside out that it finally stopped.
"What are you doing?! Did the fire burn your butt when you pooped? Don't you know I'm busy right now!?"
The man who opened the door and came out of the room had a look of resentment and displeasure on his face, as if he was a runaway office worker who was woken up by a phone call at seven o'clock in the morning on a holiday and learned that he had to go to the company to work overtime all day. He wanted to beat him up.
Talking on the phone, or even saying that the person who knocks on the door has the intention of killing him.
If you look carefully, you can actually notice some interesting details.
For example, this bearded young man named Walensky was not only wearing the "Ukrainian Liberation Army" clothes issued by the Germans, but he was also disheveled. He had not yet buttoned up his clothes when he reached the door and was trying to get dressed.
The boots on my feet were kicked off carelessly, and most of the trouser legs were tucked into a mess like a ball of toilet paper.
It can be seen that this dead dog that licked the German guy's smelly feet must have just woken up and was so angry when he woke up and was spoiled by a beautiful scene of erotic dreams.
And behind this bastard, through the gap, you can clearly see two slender figures lying on the bed. The trembling and shivering under the quilt are probably not voluntary.
But one thing is for sure, Walensky has always felt that this is the only way to experience pleasure.
What is conquest? Isn’t it just the use of force and coercion?
Walensky likes to conquer. What kind of man is a man if he doesn't conquer? He has always believed in this.
Although Walensky looked unhappy and spoke with gunpowder in his mouth, the guy who came to knock on the door had no time to care about what kind of "three-person racing" game he was playing. What the hell are you playing?
No matter how good you are, what does it have to do with me? You can't even save your life, so why are you playing with your mother?!
"No, Walensky! There are tanks outside the village... there are many tanks coming outside the village!"
"Tanks? Lots of tanks?"
When Walensky, who was fastening the last button, heard this, his hands involuntarily stopped for a moment, but soon resumed action as he thought about the matter.
"These Germans came quite quickly. It seems that this village is indeed very important."
"Call the brothers, pack up our things and prepare to switch defenses. Let the Germans do whatever they want with this place. Our work is done and we are ready to return to the old place and continue to stay."
Apparently, Walensky, who was very nervous and had just had a good time, did not realize the seriousness of the problem, and thought that the German defense force that had been agreed earlier had arrived in advance to prepare for the handover.
Seeing that these two guys reacted like this and knocked on the door, Lao Tie became even more anxious. He was so anxious that it was as if he slapped this stupid guy to wake him up. However, because of the superior-subordinate relationship between the chief and deputy, he had no power and no courage.
Just let him do it.
"You're mistaken, Walensky! What German tanks? Those outside...those outside are all Russians. They are fucking tanks of the Soviet Red Army. There are so many of them that they can be lined up in a row without firing.
The village has been wiped out! And the number is still increasing!”
"What did you say!?"
Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, a unit directly under the front command level, is too powerful. The rumble of more than two hundred tanks arriving one after another is not so easy to hide, even if Malashenko has already
The same goes for ordering troops to deliberately move to low-lying terrain in an attempt to block it with blind spots.
However, the exposure of the target is not a big problem for Malashenko. It can only be said that it is better not to be exposed, and it does not matter at all if it is exposed.