"Revenge is a sophisticated science, but first, we must find the target."
After confirming the situation on site, it was time for Malashenko to leave. There were still many things waiting for him to do at his job.
But first, Alsim, who had followed all the way and delivered his idol to the door in person, had to point the way.
"But we have no idea where the enemy is, and the clues we have are not enough to find these bastards."
"I will take care of it, don't worry, leave it to me."
After leaving the building and coming to the door of the building, Malashenko stood on the crosswalk and looked around. The misty night was still shrouding the land where the heat from the war had just cooled down, but would continue to heat up in the near future.
Malashenko, who already had a preliminary plan in mind, quietly spoke to Alsim beside him.
"Although a bunch of evil demons wielding special ceremonial daggers of the SS, and two-legged monsters are everywhere, you can't see such humanoid creatures everywhere."
"Thanks to the collapse of the Nazis' grassroots rule and counterintelligence capabilities in Berlin, our intelligence officers can now obtain the intelligence they want, at least most of it, unimpeded in Berlin."
"It's not too difficult to track down such a special group of bastards. Their characteristics are so outstanding that anyone who has seen them will be deeply impressed. I guarantee it."
"besides."
The solemn Malashenko looked at Alsim in front of him with some seriousness. His direct eyes stared at Alsim at a loss.
"This is not a simple capture of prisoners to obtain information. Although I have no evidence to be sure, I have a vague feeling that it is not that simple. If you simply use your head filled with evil delusions to explain the method of disposing of the corpse, it would be wrong.
It’s not impossible, but there may be some other meaning in it.”
"."
Alsim somewhat understood Malashenko's words, and probably understood that a similar premonition was also condensing in his heart.
"This is a provocation, Alsim."
"No matter who your enemy is or why the priority target is here, they seem to be "interested" in you or your company. Leaving such things behind is not simply a devilish way. I think it is more likely to be for you to see.
, to humiliate you, the person who killed you may have captured your soldiers, but you are upstairs knowing nothing and can do nothing."
"."
Alsim didn't speak, his face looked a little solemn, but his mind was constantly thinking carefully about every word Malashenko just said.
"Of course, do I have any evidence? No, so this is just a guess, a hunch. The enemy may not be coming for you and your company, but for our entire leadership division, and even for me, Malashen
Co. After all, we have made a lot of enemies over the past few years fighting against the Germans, so I wouldn’t be surprised if the result turns out to be like this.”
"I will try to find out the details of this group of people as soon as possible and let you know if I find anything."
"In short, the key to the problem is on your side, cheer up first!"
"The enemy killed your soldiers, but your best brother and old comrade-in-arms left you alone. If this is the case, there is no greater irony, provocation, and contempt than this. We can try to find them, but
If the hypothesis is true, I bet he will come to you again. This matter is not over yet. Cheer up and don’t lose a second time. The lost honor must be regained by yourself! Huh?”
No matter how superhuman a tough guy is, he is still a human being. Alsim, who still couldn't get rid of the image of talent in his mind, listened to the commander's words and thought of the company officer whose body started to stiffen and the blood drained out when he was found.
I'm afraid Alsim will never forget that scene of death in silence.
"Pavlov. He probably never thought he would end up like this."
"I met him in 1941 when the Western Front was defeated. At that time, he, I, Petrov and Slavchenko, the four of us lost track of the main force and were scattered. We didn't know where the friendly forces were.
, not to mention where to meet up. So I ran eastward day and night, not even daring to drive. There were German planes flying over the sky every hour, and the roads were full of German tanks, cars and armored vehicles.
You can only walk on two legs."
"Petrov died due to excessive injuries and infection. Slavchenko was exhausted when he was crossing the swamp and fell into it. We failed to save him and watched him helplessly on the edge of the quagmire.
It sank little by little, then bubbled little by little until it completely disappeared.”
"Pavlov and I were almost useless at the time. We were covered in bruises, cuts, and cuts made by branches and stones. God knows how many kilometers we had hiked on the trail day and night, but it was
There is no trace of the large army."
"I said I couldn't hold on any longer, brother. I've been running around eating fruit, chewing turf, and drinking dirty water for a whole week. Give up. I don't want to go back to the main army. I can still fight guerrillas and do guerrilla work just by staying in the rear."
Do it until you die."
"But Pavlov, he doesn't agree."
"Did he tell me that you are cowardly? Ah? How come you were so fierce when you fucked the Finn? Why did you coward so quickly when it was your turn to be beaten after beating others? You can only fight with the wind.
You can’t fight against the headwind, right?”
"If you admit it, fine, you stay here and fight the fucking guerrillas while I leave! Because I know that together with the large army, I can kill many more Nazis than you can on your own, so you stay here and fight with that gang
Have fun as an amateur guerrilla and be your guerrilla leader."
"Suka! I have to admit that this kid really figured out my weakness. I know he said that on purpose, but with that unwillingness to admit defeat, I just wanted to show him."
Although time was limited, Malashenko knew that it was time for someone to talk to Alsim.
After all, after the company officer left, Malashenko, who was familiar with Alsim's narrow social circle, knew that this tough-minded Slavic superman could only talk to him about what was on his mind.
For Alsim's sake, it was worth spending more time. Malashenko, who was sitting next to Alsim on the curb, chose to listen quietly and listened to Alsim's trembling voice as he continued to speak.
.
"Later, we experienced Stalingrad together."
"Neither of us expected to meet again in that kind of place. The first words each of us said when we first saw each other were: "Damn! You're not fucking dead yet? I thought you were already glorious, and your life is at risk.
Sokka is really hard!”.”
"Yes, we are not dead, we are all still alive. And we lived together until the end, lived until we won the Battle of Stalingrad, lived together until we joined the leadership division, and started writing legends together."