Chapter 2785 Revenge Is a Sophisticated Science

"Revenge is a sophisticated science, but first we have to find the target.

After confirming the situation on the scene, it was time for Malashenko to leave. There were still many things waiting for him to do at his job.

But first, Alsim, who had followed all the way and delivered his idol to the door in person, had to show the way.

"But we have no idea where the enemy is, and the clues we have are not enough to find these bastards."

"I will take care of it, don't worry, leave it to me."

After leaving the building and coming to the door of the building, Malashenko stood on the crosswalk and looked around. The misty night still shrouded the land that had just cooled down from the war, but would continue to heat up in the near future.

Malashenko, who already had a preliminary plan in his mind, then quietly spoke to Alsim beside him.

"A group of evil demons wielding special ceremonial daggers of the SS are crooked. Although two-legged demons are scattered all over the ground, such humanoid creatures cannot be seen everywhere."

"Thanks to the collapse of the Nazi's grassroots rule and counterintelligence capabilities in Berlin, our intelligence officers can now obtain the intelligence they want, at least most of it, unhindered in Berlin.

"It's not too difficult to track down such a special group of bastards. Their characteristics are too outstanding, but anyone who has seen them will be deeply impressed, I guarantee it."

"besides"

The serious Malashenko looked at Alsim in front of him with some seriousness, and his straight eyes stared at Alsim at a loss.

"This is not a simple capture of prisoners to obtain information. Although I have no evidence to be sure, I have a vague feeling that it is not that simple. If you simply use your head filled with evil delusions to explain the method of disposing of the corpse, it would be wrong. It’s not impossible, but there may be something else in it.”

""

Alsim somewhat understood Malashenko's words and probably understood, and a similar premonition also condensed in his heart.

"This is a provocation, Alsim."

"No matter who your enemy is or why they are the priority target, they seem to be "interested" in you or your company. Leaving such things behind is not simply evil. I think it is more likely to be for you to see. , humiliate you, the person who killed you may have captured your soldiers, but you are ignorant and helpless upstairs. "

""

Alsim didn't speak, his face looked a little solemn, but his mind was really thinking about every word Malashenko just said.

"Of course, do I have evidence? No, so this is just a guess, a hunch. The enemy may not be coming for you and your company, but for our entire leadership division, and even for me, Malashen Co. After all, we have made a lot of enemies over the past few years fighting against the Germans, so I wouldn’t be surprised if this turns out to be the case.”

"I will try to find out the details of this group of people as soon as possible, and let you know if I find anything."

"In short, the key to the problem is on your side, cheer up first!"

"The enemy killed your soldiers, your best brothers and old comrades, but left you alone. If this is the case, there is no greater irony, provocation and contempt than this. We can try to find them, but If the hypothesis is true, I bet he will come to you again. This is not the end of the matter. Cheer up and don’t lose again. You have to regain the lost honor by yourself! "

No matter how superhuman a tough guy is, he is still a human being, and Alsim, who still couldn't get rid of the image of the talent in his mind, listened to the commander's words, and thought of the company officer whose body began to stiffen and the blood drained when he was found. I'm afraid Alsim will never forget that scene of death with a blank stare.

"Pavlov probably never thought he would end up like this."

"I met him in 1941 when the Western Front was defeated. At that time, he, I, Petrov and Slavchenko, the four of us lost track of the large army and were scattered. We didn't know where the friendly forces were. , not even knowing where to meet. We just ran eastward day and night, not even daring to drive. There were German planes flying over every hour, and the roads were full of German tanks, armored vehicles. You can only walk on two legs."

"Petrov died due to excessive injuries and infection. Slavchenko lost strength when he was crossing the swamp and fell into it. We failed to save him and watched him helplessly on the edge of the mire. It sank little by little, then bubbled little by little until it completely disappeared.”

"Pavlov and I were almost useless at the time. We were covered in bruises and bruises, as well as cuts made by branches and stones. God knows how many kilometers we had hiked on the trail day and night, but it was... There is no trace of the main force.”

"I said I couldn't hold on any longer, brother. I've been running around eating fruit, chewing turf, and drinking dirty water for a whole week. Give up. I don't want to go back to the main army. I can still fight guerrillas just by staying in the rear. Do it until you die."

"But Pavlov, he didn't agree."

"Did he tell me that you are cowarded? Huh? How come you were so fierce when you fucked the Finn? Why did you coward so quickly when it was your turn to be beaten after beating others? You can only fight with the wind. You can’t fight against the odds, right?”

"If you admit it, then fine, you stay here and fight the damn guerrillas, I'll go! Because I know that with the big army, I can kill many more Nazis than you alone. You stay here and have fun with those amateur guerrillas, and be the leader of your guerrillas."

"Suka! I have to admit that this kid really found my weakness. I know he said it on purpose, but I just want to show him when I feel like not admitting defeat."

Although time is limited, Malashenko knows that it's time for someone to talk to Alsim.

After all, after the deputy company commander left, Malashenko, who was familiar with Alsim's narrow social circle, knew that this iron-blooded and tough Slavic superman could only talk to himself now.

For Alsim, it was worth spending more time. Malashenko, who sat next to Alsim on the curb, chose to listen quietly, listening to Alsim's trembling voice continue to speak.

"Later, we experienced Stalingrad together."

"Neither of us expected to meet again in such a place. The first words we said to each other when we saw each other for the first time were: "Fuck! You're not dead yet? I thought you died a long time ago. You're really lucky!"."

"Yes, we are not dead, we are still alive. And we survived together to the end, survived the victory of the Battle of Stalingrad, survived to join the leadership division together, and began to write legends together."