Chapter 1836 Snow Razor

After that incident, Alsim had an exclusive title that was widely praised by his comrades: Snow Razor, the kind that specializes in shaving the heads of Finnish ghosts and killing people invisible.

After the Soviet-Finnish War, Alsim continued to choose to stay in the army and became a platoon leader.

Later, Alsim also participated in the military operation against Poland, and witnessed with his own eyes the special moment when the Red Army troops and the German troops rushing over met victoriously, arm in arm, and called each other brothers amidst laughter and laughter.

Alsim didn't express any opinion on this. He just smoked a cigarette, squatted in the trench and watched silently from a distance.

His intuition told him that those German guys had too much violence in them. The fierceness in their eyes was not limited to the land and the border under their feet, just like the wild Siberian wolves of different groups. It's like fighting over territory. The fierce glint in the German guy's eyes reminded Alsim of the beasts he had hunted with his own hands.

It cannot be said that the eyes of the two are exactly the same. There is still a difference between the eyes of animals and humans, but this inexplicable feeling can only be understood by Alsim, who has been hunting with his father since he was a child.

Moreover, as a man of few words who likes to talk less and do more, he does not plan to share his thoughts with others. He plans to use his time to witness with his own eyes what these Germans will do in the future, and just watch silently.

What happened next was as expected. The Germans did invade and fight across the border not long after. 【6】【9】【s】【h】【u】【x】【.】【c】【o】【m】

Alsim, who was affiliated with the Western Front, experienced various narrow escapes in 1941. He almost escaped being surrounded by the Germans in the Smolensk pocket. In the end, he relied on the chaos of the battlefield and the lax closure of the German encirclement to survive with only the Germans around him. The remaining three soldiers escaped in the dark at night, but unexpectedly after finding friendly forces, they were interrogated by the NKVD and arrested as shameful deserters who voluntarily left the army.

"I'm not a deserter! My mother is a herdsman and my father is an Orion. I was born and raised in Siberia! I joined the army in 1936 and fought against the Finnish ghosts for Comrade Stalin in 1939. I also fought against Polish pigs! Now I am fighting against the Germans! I will bleed and die for my motherland without any hesitation, you can’t do this to me! I want to see General Glenov, you have arrested the wrong person!”

After hearing these words, the NKVD people looked calm on the surface, but they were secretly surprised in their hearts.

Right now is the darkest moment for the motherland. All the frontline troops are in chaos and collapse. One after another bad news keeps flying from the battlefield like snowflakes in winter. Now is the time when elite soldiers are most needed.

The NKVD officer in charge of the interrogation did not dare to neglect. He ordered his men to continue the interrogation and stabilize the person first. He quickly went down to personally check whether what the suspected deserter said was true and what he was clamoring to see. Who is that "General Grenov"?

After an investigation, I found out that everything this guy said was true, and his enlistment and combat experience were all true.

As for General Grenov, he was a commander of the Western Front with the rank of major general.

After looking through the numbers of the subordinate units of this army, it turned out that this comrade general was the superior commander of the infantry division where the suspected deserter belonged. After going back and questioning the suspected deserter, I found out that General Glenov had known the suspected deserter as early as when he was fighting against the Finnish ghost. He said that he had personally awarded him a medal and commended him. At that time, it was just A colonel and division commander.

I wanted to check with General Grenov to see if the situation was true. After all, with such a big shot testifying, all it would take was a simple sentence or a telegram, and everything would be revealed and investigated clearly. I could do it myself. The investigation of this more difficult case here has been concluded.

But what is unexpected is that the NKVD officer in charge of the trial received the news that "General Glenov had sacrificed his life for the country a week ago and died on the battlefield. Together with the army under his command, he was surrounded. "Destroyed", this result is really too unexpected but it is reasonable.

In the end, the NKVD officer, who felt that he did not have time to drag on like this, decided to trust his instincts, take a gamble, and use his own name as a guarantee to release the suspected deserter. What's annoying is that this little bastard named Alsim didn't even say thank you when he was let go, which made the NKVD officer who vouched for him feel like he had a hot face but a cold butt.

The story that follows is that, like most of the grassroots commanders and fighters of the Red Army, they returned to the battlefield and continued to defend their home and country. Alsim also quickly received a promotion because of his repeated achievements and honors.

But when Alsim heard that from company commander to battalion commander, under normal circumstances, you can't charge into battle with the soldiers with a gun in your hand and fight side by side. You have to spend more time and energy on commanding the troops. On time.

Alsim refused, unwilling to do anything that was boring and boring, that he didn't want to do and thought he couldn't do it.

Alsim's regimental leader even talked to him at the beginning, and brought his political commissar comrades together to have in-depth exchanges and carry out "round bombings." By the end of the conversation, his words were almost worn out and his voice was hoarse.

But this Alsim is just like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard. No matter how nice you say it or how eloquent you are, I just don't want to be the battalion commander. Even the company commander is the end, and I can't command even if I don't know how to read. So many troops. Anyway, I won't compromise. If you think it won't work, just deal with me. Use whatever method you think is appropriate. I'm ready.

The regiment leader and the political commissar saw that there was nothing they could do about this situation. If you were really angry and beat him to the end, it would definitely be a big loss of talent. It was the kind of help for the Germans. Besides, this guy really didn't commit any crime. What's wrong? This kind of "strange bird" who would kill even if there is a great opportunity for promotion is really a rare occurrence in a hundred years.

In the end, there was no other choice but to promote others to become battalion commanders. As for Alsim, he continued to be the company commander he loved most.

This situation lasted until 1943. Alsim, who jumped out alive from the bloody mouth of Stalingrad, was ordered to be transferred to the newly formed First Guards because his original unit was basically wiped out. Heavy Tank Brigade, and continued to fight until the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade was promoted to the 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division.

When Malashenko ordered the formation of the leader's division's own combat engineer battalion, the infantry regiment commander Varosha found this "old team" veteran who had fought side by side with him in Stalingrad and still came out alive.

Varosha did not expect Alsim to hit the west, and was willing to serve as the crucial commander of the combat engineer battalion. Varosha has long heard about this weird guy who even refused to become a battalion commander even in 1942. In terms of qualifications and experience, this guy is not only higher than himself, but even better than him. A weird guy who is even taller than his teacher comrade.

But you have to admit that the infantry company he leads is extremely powerful in combat. Even if it is placed in the top elite troops of the Red Army such as the Leader's Division, he is definitely an infantry company commander who is one of the best in commanding ability and leadership ability.

"How about I give you a combat engineer company, and let you lead the company with the best equipment, the most veterans, and the strongest combat capability?"

Alsim responded to Varosha's question with practical actions, as evidenced by the SN-42 plate armor body armor he wore the next day.

Now, Alsim, who led the charge with a battle-tested body, faced another fierce battle. After leading the team into the waiting hall of the train station, he saw the scene of German guns pointing at each other. Already within sight, close at hand, a brutal close-quarters infantry fight was already approaching with a bloody storm.