Chapter 1675 Corpses everywhere

The person who strode into the newly occupied headquarters was none other than Malashenko, who had just gotten off his divisional command vehicle. 6̾̾

The battle that took place near this small bunker did not escape Malashenko's eyes. Malashenko, who was commanding several tanks protecting his car to fight in a nearby area, had long noticed that there were several tanks inserted here. Hidden soil bag for root antenna.

Malashenko, who was inconvenient to give orders to the infantry outside during the battle, did not talk nonsense. With Malashenko's understanding of his troops, someone would still do what should be done when necessary even if he did not give the order himself. There are enough comrades who are reliable and trustworthy to unite closely around him, and Malashenko is willing to entrust his trust in these life and death comrades.

When the battle on the second defensive position finally came to an end and Malashenko finally freed up his hands and had some time to do other things, the first thing Malashenko did when he got out of the car was to go straight into the eyes. Target German command headquarters.

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The somewhat stunned platoon leader recognized at a glance that the person who rushed into the headquarters was Comrade Division Commander.

But the platoon leader who failed to get things done and thought he had messed up everything didn't know what to say at this moment. He hesitated for several seconds before he voluntarily walked out of the crowd and chose to take responsibility and apologize to Mara. Ke confesses everything. 6̳̳

"I am the leader of the platoon, comrade division commander. As you can see here, this is the defense headquarters of the Germans. I originally planned to lead people to rush in and disarm and capture these Germans alive, but they resisted tenaciously and opened fire on us. Gun, the scene was so chaotic that I couldn’t control it, and all the comrades were red-eyed at that time.”

"As soon as the gunfire rang out, everything fell into disarray, and the prearranged plans were of no use. When the gunfire stopped, it ended up like this."

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Malashenko's expression did not appear too surprised, but was surprisingly calm.

To be honest, the situation described by the platoon leader is basically consistent with the course of events that Comrade Lao Ma expected. Basically, there is nothing too out of the ordinary. According to common sense, he did everything he should do, and there is nothing wrong with it. Right place.

Without saying a word, Malashenko slipped his tank cap, which was already soaked with sweat, and walked straight to the corpse of the German soldier, which was the largest in sight.

In this scene with bullet holes all over the body and blood flowing all over the floor, there is no need to feel the pulse and breath anymore. If this person is still alive, he must be at least an Aryan superman, a specialty of Anton Star, who can receive 152 artillery shells with his head.

Malashenko walked into the corpse and squatted down. He thought about what he wanted to do and the reasons for it. After reaching out and rummaging in the coat pocket of the colonel of the National Defense Forces for a while, Malashenko got what he wanted. What he had in his possession: a military officer’s ID card, he opened it and read it.

"Carl Schneider, Austrian? Hitler's fellow countryman, colonel of the Wehrmacht, colonel and commander of the 268th Infantry Division? The strength of a division was wiped out so quickly? It's really hard to fight."

Malashenko, who was slandering and complaining in his heart, didn't say much at least publicly.

Throwing the meaningless officer's certificate in his hand onto the bloody corpse with eyes wide open, Malashenko raised his head and noticed that on the corner of the table next to him, there was a pile of very messy and... Document archives with traces of ablation.

He stood up and approached, picked up the document and flipped through it twice. What was recorded on it was nothing more than some telegram communication contents and order documents.

This kind of thing in a division-level headquarters was not considered too important a secret. Malashenko, who was not very interested, just flipped through it twice and threw it back after feeling that there was no useful information. Then he turned towards it. The platoon leader, who had been standing there waiting for orders, said.

"It's no big deal. Don't blame yourself too much. You led your comrades very well and completed the task brilliantly! For this, on behalf of the division, I will first give you a verbal commendation."

Malashenko patted the platoon leader on the shoulder and spoke calmly. He didn't seem to be angry at all, but this made the platoon leader who was prepared to be scolded confused.

"But Comrade Commander, we only recovered a few burned documents, and we didn't capture a single prisoner. Is this true?"

"It's okay, you did a great job! This is my final conclusion as a teacher."

Malashenko's firm tone remained unchanged. Without waiting for the platoon leader to say anything else, Malashenko, who had little time left to continue spending time here, left his final words.

"It's just a small colonel, it's no big deal. These Nazi fascist lackeys will die when they die. Do you still have to be punished and blame yourself for the death of the lackeys? Don't think too much, the battle is over today. Go find Comrade Political Commissar and you will get the reward you deserve."

Carrying a short-barreled AK for self-defense and carrying a tank cap in his hand, Malashenko returned the same way and left. The soldiers surrounding him also withdrew, leaving the platoon leader with a confused look on his face. Under the crowd's attention, he was in a mess.

"Hey, comrade platoon leader! We have made a meritorious service! Did you hear what comrade division commander said? I really want to tell my mother this news quickly. She will be very proud!"

"I told you, these fascist bastards will not be spared their lives! If you beat them to death, beat them to death. They deserve to be riddled with bullet holes, bah!"

A thick mouthful of phlegm came out of his mouth and stuck on the face of the corpse of the Wehrmacht Colonel. This scene is very common and has long been used as a strange sight in this battle that has long been upgraded to a life-or-death battle between ideologies. .

Listening to the discussions among the soldiers around him, the young platoon leader felt that the comrade, the division commander, might be more approachable than he thought he was.

It was as if he was either a division commander or a comrade who fought alongside him and was by his side at all times.

This feeling was so real that the comrade division commander could not feel any official airs that a general should have. The young platoon leader was so sure of this that he even wanted to wipe away a few tears with excitement.

"I must follow him and always be behind him! I will fight in such a heroic team!"

Such a "violent reaction" may be a bit funny and exaggerated in the 21st century, but in this era where information is limited and young minds are far less complex and unpredictable, it is precisely this kind of reaction that is closest to reality.

"How is the situation? Have there been any news from Kulbalov and Lavry? Are the losses of the various units heavy?"

Not far after leaving the house, he met the political commissar and his party who had just driven to the position. Malashenko, who was accustomed to asking questions, knew that the political commissar must not be idle in the rear. It was his wartime habit to collect and compile battlefield information at any time. It is most appropriate to ask the political commissar comrades for answers to the work that sex must do.