"Oh my god, you knocked down an entire class by yourself???"
Obviously, Alsim's brothers were horrified and surprised by the "masterpiece" created by their company commander. They couldn't even imagine how one person could do it. They lay on the ground.
Are all the Germans just standing there waiting to be beaten to death? I didn’t even hear the explosion of grenades thrown in front of me just now. How on earth did this happen?
After coming back to his senses and looking at the puzzled comrades in front of him, Alsim, who was changing bullets for the empty magazine of the pistol in his hand, just smiled.
"I have encountered more dangerous situations than this in the past. I was attacked by seven or eight wild wolves alone. I still survived and killed those beasts with blood all over the ground. What does it matter? These Germans even
They are not as dangerous as those beasts, they are really just a pile of rubbish."
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A pile of rubbish?
After hearing this, Lian Ming remained silent and made no comment. He just blinked his eyes and glanced at the bloody corpses on the ground. He only felt one word surging in his heart: shocking.
This fucking group of Germans, all armed with weapons, is actually not as big a threat as seven or eight wild wolves?
Is this a mistake? Are these Germans all from the French Legion? Are they just sitting there, waiting to be called out by peanuts?
Looking at his brothers who didn't understand, Alsim didn't say anything more after seeing this.
He just put the pistol that had been replaced with a magazine back into the chest holster that was easy to take out and pull out. Then he bent down and pulled out a piece of cloth that was not soaked in blood from the dead body of the German soldier at his feet.
He came down and wiped the blood on his face randomly, blinked twice to make sure his vision was no longer affected, then he threw away the bloody rag and said.
"Okay, I don't have time to continue to be dumbfounded. I just solved a bunch of bastard fish. There's nothing to say. We have to move on!"
A nest of trash fish?
Even the deputy who was already speechless became even more ashamed after hearing these words.
I know that you Siberians, who come from poor and remote areas, are tough and aggressive, and can even be said to be a little cold-blooded and cruel.
But your attitude of treating the Germans as nothing, and killing nearly a whole squad of enemies is like killing a nest of rabbits, is a bit too rude, isn't it?
No matter what the speechless company deputy comrade thought, Alsim didn't care about it. He just wanted to quickly pick off the heads of those big German fish and take them to claim credit for his beloved division commander.
, even if the teacher and comrade pat him on the shoulder with a smile and say a few words of praise, it is absolutely worth it and can make him happy for a week.
The will of comrade company commander is an absolute order on the battlefield and must be carried out unconditionally. This is the duty of a soldier, not to mention that there is nothing wrong with the order itself. Combat engineers should charge into battle, fight bravely to kill the enemy, and fight for the throne.
First.
"Hurry up, follow me, comrades, let's go!"
He was also following Alsim, beckoning a group of soldiers behind him to move forward, and passing by the corpses of German soldiers who had been rounded up by Alsim alone. Just now, he was still wondering whether these Nazi lackeys were scared to death.
Only then did the deputy finally solve the mystery in his heart.
After working on it for a long time, it turned out that all these Germans were shot to death. The only one who was actually stabbed to death by Alsim was the one who was closest to him at the time, and that was all.
But the death of the only one who was stabbed was the most miserable and shocking.
The guy who was kicked away by Alsim fell to the ground and died in the posture of "facing the loess and back to the sky", but the only and fatal wound was extraordinary.
The entire wound is not like a simple knife wound at all, but more like someone using something like a meat tong to forcefully remove a large piece of human tissue connected to the bone and flesh from the chest. In the end, it was due to blood loss.
Excessive amounts and organ failure lead to rapid and violent death.
This huge open wound is really puzzling. The whole back is completely missing a piece of filling, exposing a whole bloody black hole.
Even the deputy couldn't even think of it for a while, what kind of weapon Alsim used to inflict such terrible fatal injuries and kill the enemy with one blow. In the process of thinking about it, he was planning to ask later, but it suddenly occurred to him.
Alsim's occupation before becoming a soldier and the thing he brought with him from his hometown.
He often holds that thing in his hand and plays with it like a toy, but it is by no means just playing with it. He often maintains and wipes it so that it always shines like new.
"Okay, 80% of it was really done by that thing, so that thing has always been reasonable."
I remembered that I used to like to joke with Alsim about whether that thing could kill people. It looked more like a fancy handicraft than an enemy-killing weapon, but all I got was a smile from Alsim's words.
answer.
"This was passed down to me by my father. It is both a trophy and a weapon of revenge."
"It's not an ordinary knife, it's a collection of a white gangster noble."
"That bastard bullied my grandfather for half his life and finally killed him. My father couldn't bear it anymore and finally killed the bastard himself, using this knife taken from his collection room. The blade was stained with the blood of revenge. I
You can feel it now. This is the inheritance of our family. It is a spirit of bravery and unyielding. Anyone who holds this will never be a weak coward."
"When I was drafted into the army and planned to say goodbye to shotguns and hunting knives, my father gave me this knife and asked me to take it with me. He thought I should know the purpose of doing so.
I took the knife and nodded to the old guy on the platform. He was still very strong at that time, and I didn’t expect that this would be the last time we both saw each other."
When he said this, the company deputy comrade remembered that it should be in the ruins of Stalingrad late one night. The two of them had known each other and fought together since then, and originally they were just affiliated with different units.
The two people who did not know each other began to have a life-and-death relationship from then on.
"Did your father not be caught and executed after he killed the white bandit noble? The white bandit noble's minions are all for free?"
Alsim, who was leaning against the wall and warming himself by the fire, with half of his face hidden in the darkness, smiled again, with a strong sense of mystery and haze in his smile. Even the squad leader's face, which was exposed to the firelight, could be seen clearly.
All are full of ominousness.
"They planned to catch the old man, but he was young at the time, very skilled and could run fast. So instead of catching him, they broke many people in and let him escape."
"What happened next? Aren't we going to pursue him? Killing a noble is a major event in the area."
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"Yes, you are right, it is indeed a big deal, but they have no time to chase after them, because the Red Army is coming, and they can't guarantee that they will have time to avenge a dead man? The old man also started to have a good impression of the Red Army from that time on.
,Although he has no education, he accepts death. He feels that he owes the Red Army his life, so he "
"So he sold his son's life to the Red Army?"
The company officer couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud that night. Alsim also laughed immediately, and put away the gloom and ominous look on his face and smiled seriously. He only remembered that it was indeed a conversation.