Chapter 700 After the War

The German counterattack was repulsed, if only temporarily.

Malashenko and Commander Cherchenkov, who were united, commanded the infantry and tank coordinated forces to withstand the German offensive. They also completely repelled the German troops who tried to return to the advancing division headquarters. Although the net loss was not small, at least it was not. The German army's tactical intentions could be successful. The German army, which had been fighting since this morning and could not get out of the train station, had already suffered heavy casualties and needed some time to lick its wounds.

The time was 5:12 p.m., and half of the control of the train station had returned to Malashenko's hands.

The German army, which suffered major setbacks and casualties, stood in the north of the train station. The 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment commanded by Malashenko and the infantry division of Commander Cherchenkov combined to occupy the south of the train station.

The two sides used the ruins of the bombed-down waiting hall as the dividing line, and set up their own mobile hidden sentries to monitor and guard against the other party when the distance to the nearest point was only more than 300 meters.

At least until they receive strong reinforcements, neither side has the strength to attack the other side.

The high-intensity and fierce fighting that lasted all day made Malashenko feel a little physically and mentally exhausted.

Malashenko, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, was using a bayonet in his hand to fiddle with a pile of minced meat crushed by his car in front of him, a pile of bloody minced meat belonging to Colonel Weeks.

The tip of the knife poking around in the minced meat seemed to have touched some hard metal object. Realizing that he had gained something, Malashenko picked up the tip of the knife and picked out the metal object from the pile of meat, followed by What finally appeared before his eyes was a first-class Iron Cross that had been squeezed out of shape.

"Oh, the prizes used to reward scum are really good."

Malashenko placed half of the Iron Cross on the tip of the knife in front of him and looked at it carefully for a few more times. After looking left and right, he still couldn't see anything, and then threw it away with disdain. Arrived aside. Immediately afterwards, with the mentality of giving it a try, I inserted the tip of the knife into the pile of meat. After a few pokes, I made a rather unexpected discovery.

"Huh? What?"

Malashenko, muttering that he didn't know what he had stabbed, then turned the back of the knife outward and lifted it, and a bloody rectangular object fell lightly into Malashenko's hand.

"It looks like a photo?"

Realizing that the blood-stained thing in his hand was probably a photo, Malashenko, who was curious, picked up a piece of torn paper that he didn't know where it came from. It was probably dropped by the German soldiers on the ground. Documents and other stuff, and then pressed the blood-stained photo onto the blank area of ​​the paper and wiped it.

These days' black-and-white photos themselves are not very clear, and it becomes even more difficult to see clearly after they are stained by blood stains.

After pressing the photo on the white paper and smearing it for a long time, Malashenko finally felt that his work had achieved some results. Although the things in the photo were still blurred by blood stains, at least they were in front of his eyes. Even if you look close to your face, you can still clearly see what was being photographed.

The picture shown in the photo is of a man, a woman and two children.

A man wearing a military uniform of the National Defense Forces stood in the middle of the photo and hugged a woman. Two children who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old stood on both sides, with happy smiles filling everyone's faces. Hypocritical.

Obviously, this is a family photo that he carries with him, just like the photo of Natalya and himself that Malashenko carries with him.

"Hmph, you still have a fucking family. I thought a bastard like you just jumped out of the cracks in the rocks."

Malashenko, who was muttering softly and sarcastically, recognized that the man in the middle of the photo was the German colonel who had been wailing and begging for mercy to him just a few minutes ago. It was really shocking to Marashenko that such a dirty scum even started a family. Shen Ke was a little surprised.

"That's right, who doesn't have a fucking family? Wasn't the guy he cheated to death the same as his father and mother?"

Malashenko, who shook his head slightly after speaking softly, threw away the bloody photo in his hand. Feeling that there would probably be no valuable items in the pile of minced meat in front of him, he straightened up and threw it away. He strode towards Commissar Petrov, who was counting casualties not far away.

What Malashenko didn't expect was that at this very moment in Berlin, Germany, there was a woman doing exactly the same thing as he had just done.

The street named after Imperial Marshal Hermann Goering is one of the most scenic places in Berlin, the capital of the Third German Reich.

Several small British country-style houses are located in obvious locations on the street. Opposite the small houses are parks filled with birds and flowers and pleasant natural scenery.

The people who can live on Hermann Goering Strasse are high-ranking military families or powerful people in Berlin. Ordinary civilians can only look up to this street residence named after the Imperial Marshal.

Fortunately, Mrs. Bertha's husband had enough power and status to move his family into a small bungalow on this street.

Colonel Weikes, who was born in the General Staff Department, is currently fighting in Russia. It is said that he is capturing the strategically valuable city of Stalingrad for the Führer.

Colonel Weikes and Chief of General Staff Halder had a good personal relationship. Someone once saw the two of them hanging out in a beer hall, drinking and talking.

Although General Halder had been forced to retire to the "Führer's Reserve Army" because of his disagreement with the Führer, Colonel Weeks, who usually had good interpersonal relationships, was not implicated because of this, and his family still Live well in Berlin's best streets and small western-style houses with the most beautiful scenery.

Sometimes some officers from the General Staff would come to visit Mrs. Bertha and visit her children, bringing some gifts. At the same time, they would chat with Mrs. Bertha about how her husband was doing on the front line to make her feel at ease. .

In the early morning, the birds on the branches only chirped twice and then quickly flew away. This made Mrs. Bertha, who was used to washing the breakfast dishes listening to the singing of birds, feel a little uncomfortable.

Just as Mrs. Bertha was about to clean the last plate she had just washed and put it in the cupboard aside, the doorbell, which rarely rang at this time, suddenly heard a sound.

Squeak——

After the door opened, the next thing you saw was a sunny, smiling face of a young boy.

Frau Bertha recognized the person in front of her. He was the door-to-door postman on Hermann Goering Strasse, who was responsible for delivering letters to the homes of powerful people on this street.