Chapter 2438: Blade of Vengeance

"Oh my god, you knocked down an entire class by yourself???"

Obviously, Alsim's brothers were horrified and surprised by the "masterpiece" created by their company commander. They couldn't even imagine how one person could do it. They lay on the ground. Are all the Germans just standing there waiting to be beaten to death? I didn't hear the explosion of the grenade thrown in front just now. How on earth did this happen?

After coming back to his senses and looking at the puzzled comrades in front of him, Alsim, who was changing bullets for the empty magazine in his hand, just smiled.

"I have encountered more dangerous situations than this in the past. I was surrounded by seven or eight wild wolves alone. I still survived, and the blood of those beasts was slaughtered on the ground. What does it matter? These Germans even They are not as dangerous as those beasts, they are really just a pile of rubbish.”

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A pile of rubbish?

After hearing this, Lian Ming remained silent and noncommittal. He just blinked and glanced at the bloody corpses on the ground. He only felt one word surging in his heart: shocking.

This fucking group of German guys, all armed with weapons, is actually not as big a threat as seven or eight wild wolves?

Is this a mistake? Are these Germans all from the French Legion? Just sit there and wait for peanuts to call your name?

Looking at his brothers who didn't understand, Alsim didn't say anything more after seeing this.

He just put the pistol that had been replaced with a magazine back into the easy-to-take-out chest holster, then bent down and pulled out a piece of cloth that was not soaked in blood from the dead body of the German soldier at his feet. When he got down, he casually wiped the blood on his face, blinked twice to make sure his field of vision was no longer affected, then casually threw away the bloody rag and spoke.

"Okay, I don't have time to continue to be dumbfounded. I just solved a bunch of bastard fish. There's nothing to say. We have to move on!"

A nest of bastard fish?

Lian Ming, who was already speechless, became even more ashamed after hearing these words.

I know that Siberians like you, who come from poor and remote areas, are tough and aggressive by nature, and can even be said to be a little cold-blooded and cruel.

But your attitude of treating the Germans as nothing, and killing nearly a whole squad of enemies is like killing a nest of rabbits, is a bit too rude, isn't it?

No matter what the speechless company deputy comrade thought, Alsim didn't care about it. He just wanted to quickly pick off the heads of those big German fish and take them to claim credit for his beloved division commander. , even if the teacher and comrade pat him on the shoulder with a smile and say a few words of praise, it is absolutely worth it and can make him happy for a week.

The will of comrade company commander is an absolute order on the battlefield and must be carried out unconditionally. This is the duty of a soldier, not to mention the order itself. There is nothing wrong with it. Combat engineers should charge into battle, fight the enemy bravely, and fight for the throne. First.

"Hurry up, follow me, comrades, let's go!"

He was also following Alsim, beckoning a group of soldiers behind him to continue moving forward, and passing by the corpses of German soldiers who had been rounded up by Alsim alone. Just now, he was still wondering whether these Nazi lackeys were scared to death. Only then did the deputy finally solve the mystery in his heart.

After working for a long time, it turned out that all these Germans were shot to death. The only one who was actually stabbed to death by Alsim was the one who was closest to him at the time, and that was all.

But the death of the only one who was stabbed was the most miserable and shocking.

The guy who was kicked away by Alsim fell to the ground and died in the posture of "facing the loess and back to the sky". The only and fatal wound was extraordinary.

The whole wound didn't look like a simple knife wound at all, but more like someone had used something like a meat tong to dig out a large piece of human tissue connected to the bone and flesh from the chest. Eventually, it was due to blood loss. Too much and organ failure results in rapid and violent death.

This huge and hideous open wound is really puzzling. The whole back is completely missing a piece of filling, exposing a whole bloody black hole.

Even the deputy couldn't even think of what kind of weapon Alsim used to inflict such terrible fatal injuries and kill the enemy with one blow. While he was thinking about asking later, he suddenly thought of Alsim's occupation before becoming a soldier and something he brought with him from his hometown.

He often holds that thing in his hand and plays with it like a toy, but it is not just playing with it, but it is often maintained and wiped so that it always shines like new.

"Okay, 80% of it is really done by that thing, so that thing has always been reasonable."

I remembered that I used to like to joke with Alsim, asking whether that thing could kill people. It looked more like a fancy handicraft than an enemy-killing weapon, but all I got from Alsim was a smile. answer.

"This was passed down to me from my father, both as a trophy and as a weapon of revenge."

"It's not an ordinary knife, it's a collection of a white gangster noble."

"That bastard bullied my grandfather for half his life and finally killed him. My father couldn't bear it anymore and finally killed the bastard himself, using this knife taken from his collection room. The blade was stained with the blood of revenge. I You can feel it now. This is the inheritance of our family. It is a kind of spirit and bravery. Anyone who holds this will never be a weak coward. "

"When I enlisted in the army and planned to say goodbye to hunting rifles and hunting knives, my father gave me this knife and asked me to carry it with me. He thought I should know the purpose of doing so. I took the knife on the platform and nodded to the old man. At that time, he was still very strong. I didn't expect that this would be the last time we saw each other."

When saying this, Deputy Comrade Lian remembered that it should be in the ruins of Stalingrad late at night. The two of them had known each other and fought together since then. They were originally two people who did not know each other and belonged to different troops. Their friendship of life and death began at that time.

"Then didn't your father kill the white bandit nobleman and was arrested and executed? The minions of the white bandit nobleman are all useless?"

Alsim, who was leaning against the fire in the corner and half of his face was hidden in the darkness, smiled again. There was a strong mystery and haze in his smile. Even the face of the squad leader exposed to the firelight was full of ominousness.

"They were planning to catch the old man, but he was young, agile, and could run fast. So not only did they fail to catch him, but they also lost a lot of people and let him run away."

"What happened next? Didn't they pursue him? Killing a noble is a big deal in the local area."

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"Yes, you are right, it is indeed a big deal, but they didn't have time to pursue him because the Red Army came and they could not protect themselves. How could they have time to avenge a dead person? The old man also began to have a good impression of the Red Army at that time. Although he was not well-educated, he was stubborn. He felt that he owed the Red Army a life, so he..."

"So he sold his son's life to the Red Army?"

The deputy company commander couldn't help laughing that night, and Alsim laughed immediately, putting away the haze and ominousness on his face and laughing very seriously. I only remember that it was indeed a night of good conversation.