Chapter 2971 I just want to eat farts, and I'm full of criticism
Chapter 2971 I just want to eat shit, and I am full of criticism.
Author: Ke Ji丶
Chapter 2971 I just want to eat shit, and I am full of criticism.
"As agreed, we are here to negotiate and conclude a peace treaty with your Soviet Red Army."
"Please allow me to introduce myself first. I am Hans Krebs, Chief of Staff of the German Army. This is"
Malashenko had no interest in knowing who the people were except Krebs, who could still arouse some interest in him. He didn't even bother to remember the names of these people.
On the contrary, Krebs' predecessor in the position, Guderian, known as the "Lightning God", Malashenko is quite interested.
It's a pity that this old boy was driven home by the hair-washer to eat on his own because he was "unfavorable in combat, old and incompetent, and had lost his power and humiliated the country."
Fortunately, I was able to escape because of this incident. At least I no longer had to be trapped in the city of Berlin, which was bombarded by artillery fire all day long. I had to eat and wait for death with the hair-washer who was about to have a mental breakdown and was hysterical all day long.
It's also a kind of luck.
Thinking that Guderian, this old boy, had a good life, Malashenko had just come to his senses when he saw that Krebs, who had finished talking nonsense, had already changed the subject and was about to get to the point.
Because of the well-known reason of watching a famous movie, Malashenko at this moment was actually thinking a little bit wickedly, what if Krebs took out a map from his bag next, and then pointed at the map and said something
"Shit egg" and so on, then will I laugh out loud on the spot?
But what Malashenko, who was having a bad taste in his mind, did not expect was that the first sentence Krebs uttered directly caused everyone present at the Soviet negotiation table, including Zhukov and himself, to
It was so shocking on the spot that it was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.
"Marshal Zhukov, before everything starts, I want to explain something very important first-"
"The head of the Greater Germany committed suicide later today in the bunker of the Chancellery."
".What!?"
Malashenko didn't know what the people around him thought after hearing the news. Anyway, he went straight into the state of "What the hell is this plane doing!?"
It’s not surprising that the hair-washer committed suicide, after all, this is what happened in history.
But the idiot actually committed suicide so early, and the time when the victory flag was planted on the roof of the Capitol Building was different from who was in front of him and who was behind him.
You must know that the battle against Area Z and the Capitol Building that the leadership division is responsible for is already much faster than in the existing history.
In addition, the start of the Battle of Berlin was earlier than in the existing history, and the time for the flag planting in the Reichstag Building was indeed much earlier than in the existing history.
But what people really didn’t expect is that the time for the flag planting at the Capitol Building was earlier, and the time for your hair-washing guy to commit suicide was also in sync, synchronized and advanced. Also, whether the flag was planted at the Capitol Building or not, it was the time for your hair-washing guy to commit suicide.
What are the key elements of burping? Do you want it to be so magical?
Malashenko, who originally had some ideas about the Prime Minister's Office bunker, heard this and immediately realized that his plan had been ruined before he could even conceive it.
The unhappiness and slight disappointment in his heart were inevitable, but they were not tangible. Sitting in the negotiating chair, Zhukov, who had also come back to his senses, had already asked.
"Can you guarantee that what you said is true? Have you confirmed it completely? I think I should emphasize that deception and lies will directly lead to the end of negotiations and are inexcusable."
Zhukov said the ugly words first, but Krebs' words that followed were as calm and sure as before, without any fluctuations.
"Then I repeat again, I am sure and certain that the head of state himself has raised his gun and committed suicide when night fell. With this gunshot, the crazy and bloody war killings have come to an end. We are all for the common goal of peace.
, you can sit here face to face and talk at the same table, right?"
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Because the incident happened too suddenly, and the shampooer's surroundings were originally a forbidden area for strangers.
This Austrian corporal who suffered from "persecution paranoia" did not even trust the acquaintances with whom he lived day and night. If he had a disagreement, he would be dismissed from his post, or at worst, he would be dragged out by the mad dog of the SS and collapsed. Strangers thought
Getting close to him is like fantasy.
This resulted in the Soviet Union having to understand its personal status only through indirect intelligence for a long time. Sending agents or informants to approach the hair-washer to learn real-time details was an unthinkable pipe dream in the later stages of the war.
The delay in intelligence coupled with the suddenness of the incident led to the Soviet side and everyone in the congregation, including Zhukov, being so surprised by the fact that "the hair-washer had committed suicide" that they repeatedly confirmed it.
He lowered his head and whispered for a brief exchange. After a short half-minute, Zhukov raised his head again with the same stern look on his face just now.
"So your heinous head of state has committed suicide out of fear of crime, and what next? You didn't come here just to tell us this, right?"
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Krebs felt that what he had just said was very obvious, but the Russians just "pretended to be confused" and had to say it themselves.
Knowing that he was outnumbered, Krebs gritted his teeth. After just a few seconds of psychological struggle and organizational language, Zhukov, who was directly opposite the negotiating table, quickly got his wish.
"We propose that both sides cease fire at the same time from now on, maintain the current situation and the boundary line of the actual control area, and no longer conduct any active attacks. The city of Berlin will immediately transition to a state of peace."
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Krebs's words fell quietly, echoing in the venue and in the ears of everyone present, lingering for a long time.
The Germans who thought their demands had been made and their words had been finished did not speak, while the Soviets across the negotiating table also fell into silence, staring at these people with big eyes and small eyes, as if they could see flowers.
German guy.
After a long time, at least a minute or so, when the needle could be heard, Zhukov, as if he had come back online from thinking and staring, then, intentionally or unintentionally, without turning his head, he quietly spoke to the person beside him.
"Malashenko, did you hear that? Our opponents are now asking us to cease fire immediately and not continue to attack, so that the city under our feet can immediately enter a state of peace. In return, they are also willing to "generously" enter
A state of ceasefire and creating peace with us "war madmen"."
"Oh - of course I heard it, Comrade Marshal."
The curve of the corner of his mouth was extremely sarcastic. When he opened his mouth, he had no intention of saving face for these "German fetal gods" who "only want to eat shit and are full of criticism". Malashenko's words were full of attack power.