"It's about to be the sixth shot. Do you want to bet how many more shots are left before this thing is knocked down? It's a bet. I bet on a bottle of Walter's two packs of cigarettes. I bet it will take two more shots. It will be the seventh shot before it goes down. You
Do you want to follow or not?”
"Haha, it's interesting. Well, I'll go with you. Just like you, I have a bottle of Watt's and two packs of cigarettes. I bet you'll get three shots, but I'll lose on the eighth shot."
"What about you? Who wants to play? Buy big, buy small, buy it and leave it. Comrade Senior, do you want to play?"
Unlike the general major generals and division commanders of the Red Army, Malashenko is the kind of leader who has no official airs and is both able and willing to get along with the soldiers.
For example, having a big pot meal with the company, having a bonfire party with the soldiers, and even performing a show for the soldiers, these are all things Malashenko often does whenever he has free time.
So, our comrade, the division commander, has a very good reputation among the soldiers. Not only can he lead his comrades to victory, but he can also share the joys and sorrows with the most ordinary soldiers and have fun.
Although Malashenko has never participated in this kind of "betting game" that fighters often play now, he has witnessed it many times and knows that it happens.
This kind of thing, it definitely cannot be regarded as gambling. After all, it does not involve any wealth or life, making big money or anything like that. It is purely the soldiers using the daily public supplies for entertainment, even if they really lose the bet.
Nothing really.
After all, when there is no cigarette in your mouth, as long as you are willing to ask the comrades around you to ask for cigarettes, you can almost always get cigarettes. There is no situation where others have cigarettes and only let you watch, as long as
As long as your character is not so bad that it annoys others.
Invited by the soldiers to join this entertaining "battlefield game", Malashenko happened to catch up with him when he was in a good mood. His mind changed, and after thinking for a while, he walked forward with a smile on his face.
"Well, I won't play anymore. You guys are playing your own game, and I won't participate."
Before he finished speaking, he looked at the expressions of the soldiers around him. They looked a little disappointed. A game without the participation of comrade commanders always seemed to be missing something. It didn't feel right.
Malashenko, who was aware of this himself, had not yet finished speaking, and then he dug into his pockets and felt for things while continuing to speak to the soldiers gathered around the table.
"I'll give you some extra rewards, here! Three packs of my cigarettes, that's all I have on me. They're all here. I only kept half a pack for myself to smoke. The rest are all yours."
"Whoever guesses correctly gets to take the item away, which is an extra reward."
Mumble——
Malashenko had just slapped his three packs of general-level cigarettes on the table, and heard the sounds of swallowing from the soldiers surrounding the table.
Compared with the general fraternal Guards troops, the leadership division already has the highest level of treatment. In other troops, only officers can smoke packaged cigarettes, but in the leadership division, all soldiers have a share.
Distributing loose tobacco to the soldiers and rolling their own cigarettes to smoke has been a past tense history of the leadership since long ago.
This is what Malashenko, as the division commander, fought for for his soldiers. Not to mention Malashenko’s back door, trusting relationships, etc. It was true when Malashenko applied for special treatment.
There is something to say.
"My troops are so capable of fighting. The corpses of dead German soldiers can be lined up from Leningrad to the Red Square in Moscow. We conquer all Nazi militants in the name of our leader. Why can't we enjoy some of the results and combat effectiveness of this battle?"
The treatment? If anyone is dissatisfied, let’s have a record similar to that of the leader.”
However, although it has been established that everyone has good cigarettes to smoke, how many of the serious soldiers in the war years dare to say that they have enough cigarettes? Especially those veterans who have been in battle for a long time.
Basically, all of them are super smokers who are addicted to smoking.
Therefore, there is no need to say anything superfluous about cigarettes. All comers are welcome, and you can take as many as you want. This is the same principle as no one in the world thinks money hurts their hands.
However, the "fund-raising game rewards" for the soldiers were initially limited to ordinary cigarettes. The best of them was just a box of school officer-grade cigarettes given to them by the commander of the Rocket Assault Battalion. This has already made the surrounding people angry.
Soldiers and even squad leaders and platoon leaders were short of breath and regarded this as the top prize.
So when Malashenko slapped three boxes of general-grade cigarettes on the table, you can imagine how excited the soldiers around him were.
This is Jiangguan cigarette, an absolutely high-end product that most people present have never experienced.
Who allowed the leading division to have only one general? But any comrade in the leading division who was lucky enough to smoke a general's cigarette was nothing more than getting it from Malashenko. For example, he took the train every two days.
Gay cigarette smoking Iushkin.
Looking at the soldiers around him getting more and more excited, elated and elated, even the commander of the Rocket Assault Battalion, who had not planned to join the game just now, was just watching the soldiers play.
"Grand Prize" launches an attack, try your luck by playing.
Malashenko, who smiled and turned back to the window sill, glanced at the time on his watch. Based on the average firing rate of 35 to 40 minutes just now, there should be 10 to 15 minutes until the next shell is fired.
Right or left, we have to wait for a while.
"Come on, let me see how long you can last, you bastard."
Malashenko is actually more interested in the matter of "how many more shots are needed to knock out the anti-aircraft towers", and is also more inclined to the possibility of "it should take 2 more shots".
You have to ask why?
It can only be said that the reason is obvious and visible to the naked eye, because the current condition of the zoo's air defense tower is really extremely bad.
I don’t know what part of the tower was destroyed by the “volcanic eruption” three-point ball blast just now, and what specific items were destroyed.
The only thing that is certain is that a fire has broken out inside the zoo's air defense tower. The raging fire is spitting out hot smoke, and the flames are rising and burning, spreading to everything within the range.
The plume of smoke that shot straight into the sky spewed out from the hole on the top of the tower that was blown up, and shot straight into the sky. Malashenko, who was observing the situation at the top of the tower with a telescope, could even see a large group of flames coming from the top of the tower.
A hole emerged from the breakdown hole, which shows how serious the internal fire was.
"Damn it, what the hell was this thing set on fire? The fire is so big, could it be possible that the Germans built a fuel depot in the tower? I really don't understand."
The severe damage to the physical structure, and now coupled with the crazy burning from the inside out by the raging fire, even Malashenko understands and believes that this G-type air defense tower is really, really hard and damn solid. But in this situation
With two-pronged destruction, even the strongest human structures will not be able to last long.
What's more, the bombardment hasn't stopped yet, right?
The next artillery shell is about to follow, and in the rising fire like hell, it will once again deal a devastating blow to the severely damaged zoo anti-aircraft tower.
However, all the comrades present, including Malashenko, did not expect that the coming bombardment from a more tricky angle would have a destructive effect far beyond everyone's imagination.
I'm sorry, brothers. I have to get up early tomorrow for a trip to another place. I have to go to bed early. I'll put the update here for the time being. I'll take the time to make up for everyone's debts in the past two days.