Chapter 2770 But the Commander Thinks Highly of You

"When you killed those Nazis? What did you feel?"

Maybe because he was a popular person around the division commander, there were many rumors about the legendary combat engineer company commander, Asim, in the leader division.

Sulovchenko alone had heard of several kinds of rumors, all kinds of strange ones. Sulovchenko was very curious about which of them were true and which were fictitious, such as "For Asim, killing Nazis was like stepping on an ant and we felt nothing."

"Feeling?"

Asim, who usually didn't like to talk to strangers and mostly "stayed away" from strangers when they saw him, rarely answered such questions.

But when Sulovchenko asked this, Asim became interested. Anyway, he rarely mentioned it to others, so he might as well take this opportunity to talk about it casually.

"I don't feel anything. If you insist on saying I do, I can only say that it's similar to the feeling I had when I was fifteen years old and my father left me alone in the hunting ground to hunt."

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Sulovichenko felt something was not right. How come the actual situation was even more "sensational" than the rumors? What kind of father would leave his 15-year-old son alone in the wild to hunt?

"I still remember what my old man said to me at that time."

"A hunter may die at any time as long as he has not put down his hunting rifle. Hunting is relative, and who hunts whom is also dynamic. You can kill the beast a hundred times or a thousand times, but the beast only needs to kill you once."

"A hunter's family cannot be without a man, or more precisely, a man who can hunt alone and bring meat home."

"Maybe tomorrow, I will die, at least you have to believe that my death is approaching. Before I die, learn enough from me and train yourself to be a real hunter. Only in this way can the son bury the pile of stinky meat of his father that was eaten by beasts, pick up the bloody hunting rifle and hunting knife, and continue to support the family, so that his beloved mother will not starve to death in the cabin."

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Not to mention that he has never heard of it from others, even Sulovchenko, who has never seen such a "violent life of eating raw meat and drinking blood" in books and newspapers, now feels like he is listening to some violent myth.

"Did you come up with this yourself?"

Sulovchenko was a little bit unbelievable, but when he thought of Arsim's past record of abnormality, he felt that only such a story could be put on him, that was called appropriate.

"No, it has nothing to do with me. My old man figured it out himself and told me when I was 15 years old. Didn't I just tell you everything? That was the first time I hunted alone in my life. It was because it was the first time that I remembered it clearly."

"There was no special change in the future. I hunted again and again and killed continuously. I was devoted to the prey, watching the fresh organs throbbing vigorously in front of my eyes and the warm blood flowing through my palms. Soon I liked this feeling and persisted in challenging more powerful prey to magnify the pleasure."

"When hunting the most powerful beast in the forest could not satisfy me and I began to feel bored, I was 19 years old that year and passed by my house. A major comrade at the door took a fancy to me. When I rejected his invitation, he smiled and told me that killing the enemy was much more interesting than killing a few animals, so why not give it a try. I didn't quite believe it at the time, but later I found that it was true. "

"I just don't know how the major comrade who told me this is doing now, is he still alive? Suka, maybe he has already been buried. But now that I think about it, I really owe him a "thank you". "

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At least from what he has heard so far, Sulovchenko, who was quite speechless, finally confirmed one thing: the rumors about "Arsim killing people without blinking an eye, killing Nazis like killing chickens and dogs" seem to be true.

No matter what state Sulovchenko is in, he calmly throws the cigarette butt that he has smoked with his fingertips at his feet, and Arsim, who raises his foot to stomp it out, is still calm and like chatting at home.

"Don't make that expression, your worry is unnecessary."

"I know what I'm doing and I know how to control myself. No matter what happened in the past, no Nazi who died at my hands in the past four years was innocent. Do you know that hunters also have rules? I won't aim at pregnant female wolves and pull the trigger or swing the hunting knife. Now the same is true for Germans. Those unchallenging upright prey don't interest me."

Sulovichenko certainly knew that "those" meant "which ones". Indeed, in a group like the leader division, there is nothing more stringent than military law.

Sullovichenko felt that it was a rumor and slander against the division commander to say that the division commander could tolerate a murderer who only knew the word "slaughter" in his eyes.

If someone really dared to say this in front of him, he would probably be beaten up.

"You know what? Some people say that everyone who knows you is glad that you are a teammate and a comrade, not an enemy standing on the opposite side. Now I think I am beginning to agree with this view."

"Hehe"

Arsim shook his head upon hearing this, but laughed inadvertently but sincerely.

"I am just an illiterate who can only kill. There is nothing to be glad about. I am only worthy of doing this kind of low-level and primitive work in my life."

"But the division commander thinks highly of you, doesn't he?"

Sulovchenko suddenly said this without warning, which seemed to hit the fatal point of Arsim. Arsim, who was still chatting and laughing just now, seemed to have his smile frozen as if the pause button was pressed.

"Even I know that you are a favorite of the division commander. Look at our division, brother. The favorites of the division commander can be counted on one hand. They are all well-known big shots, deputy division commanders, brigade commanders, political commissars, but you are different. You are special. You are the only one who fought bloody battles with the Germans at the grassroots level and is still valued by the division commander."

"I guess he must have some ideas about your future plans. My intuition tells me that. I heard that when the division commander was valued, the person who valued him was called Zhukov. Who says the same story can't happen again with a different protagonist? To be honest, I really envy you, brother."

It cannot be denied that what Sulovchenko said was completely wrong. Alsim, whose eyes flickered for a while, did not continue to speak. His expression was as if he had some complicated but unspeakable problems in his heart and could not speak.

But at this moment, the Germans who had been busy with their own business and had kept their distance from the Red Army suddenly did something unexpected, which made Alsim frown and stare.

"Garbage time is over, go and have a look."

Alsim and Sulovchenko, who reacted just as quickly, had just taken a step forward, and the Germans who were carrying stretchers and approaching them not far away had already been "focused on" by the soldiers on guard around them.

"Don't get me wrong, we have no ill intentions, we just want to talk to you about how we can cooperate and help each other."