"Those high-altitude firepower ranges covered most of the square, and they were not dealt with during the day's battle. Many of our people are still in the square, and we must at least bring them back."
Of course, "bringing them back" does not refer to living people, but to those comrades who have sacrificed their lives.
Through the relatively bright moonlight tonight and his good eyesight, he could indeed see many silhouettes of human figures lying on the ground in the square. Sulovechenko, who was motionless, certainly understood what Alsim meant by this.
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"It was the German guy on the opposite side who first proposed it. They asked to treat the wounded without being attacked. Heh, to be honest, I don't think there will be anyone alive among the dead, but I can't guarantee that there will be an accident."
"It just so happens that our senior leaders here also think so. After analysis, we feel that this is also our opportunity. We can pack up and bring back the bodies of our fallen comrades, and maybe we can find a few who are still alive to save them."
"Someone has to do this, and I'm a little short on manpower. How about it? Are you interested in joining us?"
Sulovechenko suddenly felt that as long as he started talking, Alsim was actually a relatively easy person to talk to, and he wasn't the kind of person who couldn't communicate at all.
"No problem, but I have to ask my superiors for permission, at least for permission."
"It's up to you, but I can't wait too long. If you don't come later, I will find someone else."
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Maybe it was because of some deliberate arrangements in advance, but at least the process of requesting instructions and getting approval went smoothly.
Sulovechenko, who was thinking that he had been either a guard or working as a corpse collector for the past two days, felt a little strange, a feeling that he couldn't put into words, but he followed Alsim without thinking too much.
start to act.
"The Germans will come over first to observe their movements. In addition, we have to protect the medical teams and keep our spirits up and keep our eyes open."
Alsim, who once again acted as the leader of the team, looked at the surrounding environment and issued orders.
The unobstructed and unobstructed square became cold and desolate at night. Although it was not cold compared to the winter in the Soviet Union, it seemed a bit eerie in an environment where there were piles of dead people everywhere.
As for whether the Red Army soldiers were afraid of such an environment, that is a completely unrelated matter.
"Quiet, come on! These German guys arrived on time."
In the construction area at the end of the square area, a long string of lights that cut through the darkness came towards us in the form of a motorcade, slowly driving out, not going very fast along the way, until they slowly stopped in the center of the square.
I saw a German officer getting out of a barrel truck at the front of the convoy. In the middle of the night, I wouldn't have known how old the officer was or what he looked like unless I had deliberately looked closer. I could only estimate it by looking at the imposing manner in which he walked.
It shouldn't be that he is an official who is too small.
"As agreed, we are here to treat the wounded and collect the bodies. You can come out now. I know you are here, the Russians."
"Damn it! This bastard is talking as if we are afraid of him and deliberately avoiding him!"
The combat engineer soldiers who were lurking in the shadows and stood still cursed their mothers angrily. Alsim, who led the team on this mission, didn't care about this, at least he didn't seem to care. He quickly appeared from behind the bunker and left on his own initiative.
Got out.
"I thought this was going to be an ambush and you would take the opportunity to shoot us to death. It seems that I was wrong."
The German guy opposite speaks fluent Russian, and he even sounds like he has a regional accent from Western Ukraine. I don’t know what his previous resume is, or what he does. Anyway, he can speak Russian, so he can do his own thing.
Alsim then replied with a sneer.
"No, you will die under our cannons, in the fire and explosion. Only a very small number of people can enjoy the death of bullets, just like those of your comrades who were killed in the streets."
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Don't slap people in the face when you hit them, don't curse people when you scold them.
As soon as Alsim came up, he gave the German guy a hard slap on the face, and now he was almost scolding his German guy's mother.
The German officer opposite was severely humiliated and obviously felt "uncomfortable", but the deep sense of powerlessness brought about by the comparison of strength between the form and the person did not allow the angry German officer to do so from a rational point of view.
, to defend and refute something.
In the end, he could only let out a long sigh of relief like a deflated rubber ball, and then continue to speak calmly.
"Then can we start now? You have work to do too, right?"
"Oh, work."
This is a corpse collection operation where neither side has disarmed. The reason is very simple.
The two armies who were fighting each other just a few hours ago now no longer trust each other. The Germans are afraid of being ambushed and attacked. Naturally, the leading division cannot imagine that the enemy is too kind, and must keep a guard up.
In this case, the two sides do not meet each other with guns blazing, which is the greatest way to give each other face.
Alsim's AK was hung on his back, and the MP40 submachine gun of the German officer opposite was also carried on his back. But even so, it still couldn't stop the ominous aura of Alsim's laughter, which was enough to make him laugh.
The enemy shuddered.
"My job is to kill a lot of bastards, just like you scum. Killing two-legged beasts like you makes me feel extremely happy, both physically and mentally."
"But that's not tonight, it's just tonight, so you'd better finish it and get out, otherwise you'll stay with the dead people on the ground. If you're interested, you can apply for an experience with me. I don't mind doing it for you.
Free service.”
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The strong ominous aura did not seem to be fake. Just standing in front of this man, the German officer who had been looking directly at Alsim from the beginning felt that this could not be a show of force at all.
It's just pretentious, not even a joke.
Having pissed off the gloomy and mysterious man in front of me, he might actually be able to do what he said and turn it into actual actions, or at least try to achieve it.
Having said this, it seems unnecessary to do any more unnecessary nonsense.
Knowing that he didn't have much time, the German officer immediately turned around and waved an order. The German soldiers behind him who had already got out of the car and were on standby immediately dispersed and ran towards the nearest street fighters wearing their own uniforms to take a look first.
Is anyone still alive and breathing?
The German army began to take action, and the Red Army certainly did not fall behind.
The stretcher team and the medical team, protected by Alsim and his party, immediately stepped forward and started working on the spot as soon as possible.
But inadvertently, Alsim, who was standing next to the wall and leading the team on guard, keeping an eye on the Germans to avoid causing trouble, suddenly felt that there was a pair of unnoticed eyes in the shadows in a certain direction, quietly watching.
Hold yourself.
Alsim, who had always trusted his instincts, felt that he was right. This feeling of being stared at was just an uncomfortable feeling.
Subconsciously trying to find the source of that gaze but to no avail, Kong Liu slowly receded from the German figure opposite with a strange smile.
"Don't worry, little Russian, we will really meet soon."