"I mean, after the war is over, how long will it take for the butcher who kills and bleeds Nazis all day long to find a wife?"
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Instead of complaining and saying, "You Sukka, why are you asking such trivial things again?" Alsim, who leaned against the broken wall with his company mate and smoked his last cigarette before going to bed, started to think, as if
Think seriously about some past memories, but not too long-term memories.
"Okay, I can guess it without telling you. I'm thinking about that old woman from the German Communist Party again, right?"
Even before the deputy had finished speaking, Alsim, who had been thinking seriously just now, became anxious.
"What old woman? She is obviously only in her early thirties, and she is about the same age as me. According to you, then I am not an old man?"
"Okay, okay, you started to protect me before this happened. I guess I said something wrong, okay?"
Knowing that he had touched upon his good brother's concerns, the company officer stopped pestering him and continued to speak meaningfully in a quiet voice after taking a puff of his cigarette.
"Thanks to your relationship, the German woman is now helping in the field hospital. It's also thanks to the enlightenment of our comrade, the division commander, that he values you and gives you this face. In other places, your behavior would probably arouse suspicion and be investigated.
, do you know?"
".Censorship is censorship, I'm not even afraid of fascists! Killing people is like chopping melons and vegetables, how can I be afraid of censorship!?"
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The company officer finally realized that talking about being "scared" to Alsim, a stubborn idiot who was still desperate for his life, was just out of idleness and nothing to criticize.
I really can’t imagine what kind of fool Alsim would be if he didn’t have the protection of his comrade and division commander. He even thought that he might be dragged out by a blue hat and shot to death.
But now, Vice Lian feels that there is something more meaningful to say than this.
"Forget it, let me tell you some good news."
"I heard a fellow worker working at the Army Group Headquarters tell me the other day that East Prussia will probably be ours from now on. I heard that the big shots above are discussing this matter and even gave the place a name.
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"I figured that would be a good thing, especially for you."
"Comrade Senior, you have so much energy. Go talk to Comrade Senior and ask him to take care of this matter for you. As for your sweet German girl, your mistress, please ask Comrade Senior to change her name."
Get her a local household registration and settle down there. She is also a local anyway. Let’s see if her identity can be worked on, cleaned up, and become a Soviet citizen.”
"Although it can't change the fact that she is of German ancestry, at least it can make you two more legitimate. If you really marry her, it will not affect your continued work in the army in the future. Anyway, she is not a heinous person.
That bastard is an old woman who takes care of a bunch of orphans in a young boy's apartment. As long as the senior comrade nods, this matter can definitely be done."
After working together with Alsim for so long, I have never seen Alsim fall in love with a woman. I didn't expect that this first time would be an old German woman.
After trying to persuade but finding that it didn't work, the company officer stopped trying and started to change his mind to help Alsim think of a way. What he said just now was his latest achievement. Mainly because he was familiar with Alsim.
With his character, he knew that the things he was determined to do would be difficult to pull back even ten cows, so since he couldn't stop it, he might as well smooth it over and think about how to turn it into a good thing.
Hearing what the company officer said, Alsim, who had never thought about this before, suddenly felt as if a new door had opened in front of him, and the thoughts in his mind were like the sun breaking through the clouds.
suddenly see the light.
"This sounds very good! But are you sure this can really work? If you ask Comrade Senior Commander about this nonsense, wouldn't Comrade Senior Commander think I'm too annoying?"
"Then do you have a better way? If not, then this is the best way. Besides, how will you know if you don't try it? Don't tell me that you think your comrade, the teacher, can't see your little thoughts.
I bet he always knew, maybe he was just waiting for you to come and tell him. If Comrade Division Commander really objected, he would have called you in for a talk long ago. You can still sit here and continue to lead the troops in the war and chat with me.
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"Hey"
The more he thought about it, the more he thought, "That seems to be the case." Alsim really felt that this made sense. It seemed that he had to find an opportunity to talk to the division commander, at least to get a feel for it and see if he could continue.
Next step.
But not now. Alsim, who started to yawn again, thought it would be better to go to bed first.
"Okay, I'm done smoking. Let's go to bed. I'll take care of the duties. I didn't soak in the water for long. You are different. You should have a good rest today."
In the past, I always liked to show off my toughness, but for some reason today, Alsim felt fatigue and sleepiness sweeping through his body. He really felt a little tired. It seems that after soaking in the underground water for so long during the day, his body was indeed exhausted.
Feeling a bit uncomfortable, I simply didn’t refuse the company officer’s proposal and accepted it.
"Then please pay more attention and wake me up if anything happens."
"I got it, sleep peacefully, I'll go down first."
About half an hour later, the company officer on guard duty leaned against a broken window sill on the first floor, beside the wall, and scanned everything in the dark outside the window frame with his heavy eyelids, until someone suddenly came from behind him.
Coming from the direction, he spoke quietly.
"Company officer, I need to go to the toilet. I may have caught a cold, and my stomach is not feeling well."
The person walking next to me was a vigil soldier with a gun on guard. He was not so unkind and even the deputy answered casually without thinking too much.
"I got it. Ask Voroshenko to go with you. You two should be safe. Bring your guns and go back as soon as possible. Don't go too far."
"clear."
It’s not that you have to stand by and smell the hot smell when you poop, but it’s really necessary for safety reasons. People who are alone in the dark are always the best targets.
The soldier who complained that his stomach hurt and wanted to poop left, and he also called a soldier who had just finished his shift in the first half of the night and had just fallen asleep in the second half of the night to go with him.
The entire first floor fell silent again, with only the sound of wind in the dark night echoing in my ears.
Lian Ming, who was leaning against the window frame, was thinking about something to refresh himself. He subconsciously lowered his head to touch the Yankee coffee powder in his pocket, intending to take it out and chew it. He never thought that as soon as his eyes moved, he saw an amazing sight.
The countdown scene.
A straight black shadow almost overlapped his own position, and there was another black shadow hanging in front of the long shadow that was obviously a gun-like object. Out of professional sensitivity, the company officer could recognize it at a glance just by looking at this shadow.
That's a fucking gun with a bayonet attached.
It was too late, but it was too late. Knowing that his men were standing guard at night without bayonets on their guns, the company mate immediately turned his head and stood up at the same time. Then he saw a man covered in black, who was neither an SS soldier nor a SS man.
In the uniform of the National Defense Forces, Chun Chun was just a bastard disguised in night clothes. He picked up the bayonet in his hand and rushed towards him.
At this time, it was too late to lift up the loaded AK hanging by his side. The bayonet had already fallen straight down towards his forehead, stabbing hard. The only option left for the company officer was to take it with his bare hands and strike it hard.
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He tilted his head and twisted his body sideways, and the powerful and swift bayonet blade almost flashed past the bridge of his nose.
But the assassin dressed in black is by no means an ordinary person like a cat or a dog.
Seeing that the stabbing missed, he immediately swung the gun horizontally instead of making a cleave. He did not follow common sense and retracted the bayonet and stabbed again, hitting the company's neck that had just escaped the blow with a cleavage.
It's just that this two-hit combo reaction, which was already fast enough, was still too late.
The company officer, who had a better reaction speed, had already used the force of the action of hiding from the knife to lie down. He stretched his body before he could stand up completely. The result of falling to the ground was a 45-yard long tube.
The soles of the army boots were placed directly on the assassin's lower abdomen.
Before the bayonet struck his neck, he had already kicked the attacker to the ground and couldn't help but lose his grip and stumble backwards.
The moment the company officer stretched out his feet without any unnecessary movements or worries, his right hand had already touched the holster on his waist and pulled out the gun. The finger on the trigger only needed another 0.5 seconds.
You can sound the "enemy attack" alarm and kill the enemy with one shot at the same time.
But the second black figure leaping in from behind the head, from the window frame that should have been guarded by oneself, but now had its back turned to accept the enemy's challenge, was unexpected in any case, and even more so.
No need to talk about precautions.
puff--
"Well--"
The cold blade stabbed straight into the chest from behind, and then was sent out from the front of the chest with a powerful force that penetrated completely, causing blood to splash everywhere.
The long knife, which had been driven completely into the chest against the gauntlet, was no longer held by anyone and was stuck tightly. The assassin's hands turned to other places at a speed that was like flying.
A pair of eyes were stared at and opened to the limit. He tried to make a sound, but his mouth was covered tightly by a big hand for a second, and he could not make any sound.
The right hand that had already raised the pistol to aim tried to use the last strength to pull the trigger, but the gun body with the sleeve was already tightly grasped by another big hand from the same man in black, and the trigger was pulled.
The trigger simply cannot release the hammer to fire normally.
The remaining power is passing away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the almost burned out fire of life is about to be extinguished like a candle in the wind.
In the last moment before his consciousness fell into darkness, he completely lost control of his body. The company officer, who was unable to move, felt like he was being lowered to the ground.
The murderer who attacked from behind and succeeded with one blow stepped on his own body, and effortlessly pulled out a long knife that ordinary soldiers would never carry with them, which was enough to completely penetrate the chest.
The rush of blood reached its peak at this moment, and before complete darkness enveloped his consciousness, he still heard the final German words.
"Everything has been solved. We have a living survivor. Let's close the team."