Chapter 2017 There's a Big One Here!

"Is this the end? That's it? This is the result of all our hard work?"

Looking at the bodies lying on the ground, sitting on chairs, and leaning against the foot of the table, the platoon leader who followed Alsim and rushed into the suspected German command post was the first to speak in surprise and disbelief. Ye Yan

The platoon leader was actually quite young. To be honest, when the Germans first attacked in 1941, he was still a farmer who farmed at home. He was a Ukrainian.

It was only after the fields were occupied by the bullies supported by the Germans and he was not allowed to farm that the big brother who couldn't survive found a way to escape from the German-occupied area. It happened that he caught up with the Red Army's conscription in early 1942. After telling the whole story of his family and the situation he encountered, he was examined and no problems were found. Then he took up his gun and became a Red Army soldier who vowed to drive the Germans out of his hometown.

Later, because of his excellent performance and bravery in battle, he was promoted repeatedly, from a soldier to a platoon leader, from an ordinary infantry division to a guards infantry division, and finally transferred to a leader division, and served in the combat engineer unit with the strongest combat effectiveness, which can be called "armored infantry".

Although his resume is very impressive, he climbed up step by step with his own ability.

However, in terms of experience and experience, the platoon leader is indeed a lot worse than Alsim, who has been carrying a gun and fighting since the Soviet-Finnish War. Just look at Alsim's slightly surprised but generally expected facial expression to see it.

"What else? Will the Germans kneel down in a row and wait for us to come in and capture them?"

"I thought that if we rushed in, there would be a fierce battle, and we would definitely be shot to death. But it's not surprising that the Germans killed themselves. There's nothing surprising about it. There are only two possible results."

Alsim, who was squatting while chatting, began to search and check the bodies on the ground one by one. After touching the two bodies closest to him, the expression on his face was really strange.

"It's strange, this body is still warm, and the one over there is cold. The death interval is more than half an hour."

While Alsim was taking action, the platoon leader and other soldiers around him were not idle either. They began to try to search for valuable things among the German bodies lying on the ground.

"This one is also completely cold, and this one is a little warmer."

"Comrade company commander, these Germans didn't die at the same time, and their deaths were different. This one committed suicide by swallowing a gun, and that one was obviously killed by a cannon, with shrapnel stuck in his waist."

At first, Alsim thought that the Germans had seen no hope of victory and committed suicide collectively by swallowing a gun, but the result now seems to be different, and the situation is probably more complicated than he expected.

"Hmm, it's interesting."

Just when Alsim was twisting the blood stains that he had just deliberately stained on his hand, trying to further determine the time of death by the viscosity of the blood on the wound of the corpse, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded again at the entrance of the tunnel behind him.

"Don't shoot! Our own people, pay attention to friendly forces!"

When the soldiers who were extremely vigilant and pointed their guns at the entrance of the tunnel heard this, they slowly put down their weapons, resumed alert and continued to work on their own matters.

The assault team led by another combat engineer company commander rushed into the command post right after Alsim's assault team. This company commander also had a good personal relationship with Alsim, and they could be considered close buddies.

Seeing the German bodies lying all over the ground in front of him, the new company commander was also surprised and full of disbelief. After seeing Alsim not far away, he hurriedly asked questions.

"Alsim, what's going on? You killed all the Germans in this room???"

"We killed them? Ha, what a joke"

Alsim laughed out loud, stood up on the spot, showed the blood stains on his index fingertip that had just been smeared in front of his good brother, and then spoke immediately after him.

"The blood is so sticky that it's almost drying. We've only been here for less than two minutes. How could we have killed him?"

"He's the one who's been dead the longest among these Germans. I estimate that he's been dead for at least half an hour. According to the time, it's the same time we launched the attack, which is almost the same time when the Katyusha rocket barrage fell."

"Look at that again. There's such a big hole on the roof. It's possible that these unlucky fascist lackeys were hit by a rocket. Probably at least half of the people in the house were taken away at once."

"If you think about it this way, many things can be explained. After the position was broken through, although the Germans resisted tenaciously, they didn't have much organization. Many small positions fought on their own. It would be strange if there was a unified organization after the command post was bombed. If not, it would probably take longer. We were lucky this time."

It can be said that Alsim is really capable. He just took a casual look and observed the environment, and guessed the whole story.

The new company commander was listening to Alsim's analysis while checking the surrounding environment. After careful consideration, he found that this seemed to be the case. Alsim's analysis was quite reasonable. At least he could not find any obvious problems with it.

"As for the Germans who are still alive, they probably waited until they saw that the situation was hopeless before they shot themselves. Many of the bodies are still warm, you can touch them. Look, the bastard lying on the table over there is still holding a gun in his hand. He looks like a high-ranking official."

"Comrade company commander, there is a big one here! It's a lieutenant general!"

Before Alsim finished speaking, the young soldier who was rummaging through the pile of corpses suddenly shouted excitedly, which immediately attracted the attention of Alsim and another company commander.

"Oh my God, a lieutenant general?! Alsim, you have made a great contribution this time!"

The corpse called "lieutenant general" was sitting on the chair with his head down at this moment, motionless, and had no life at all.

The Luger pistol that was still held in his hand and had not fallen off clearly told how the owner of the gun died.

The hole in the back of the head had blown off a large piece of bone and flesh, and it was still dripping with blood. Suicide by swallowing a gun, a way of dying from a bullet at close range, is not as simple as opening your eyes.

Alsim, who had just searched the body, was looking through the officer's certificate he had just found in the body's jacket pocket to identify the identity.

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