Chapter 2800: Cursing in the Street Late at Night

Malachenko certainly knew what he was going to do, and he also understood the consequences of what he was about to do.

So before everything really started, Malachenko still needed to do some trivial preparations.

At nightfall, everything was silent, and the land of Berlin, which had been scorched by the noise of artillery fire for a whole day, began to cool down gradually.

Near the actual control line between the Soviet and German armies in the square building area, the two groups of soldiers who were mortal enemies and fought all day long during the day were now silent at the same time.

The two sides kept to themselves, as if they were abiding by the final tacit understanding that was not stated explicitly but was very clear to each other.

Even though the actual control line of the Red Army and the actual control line of the German Army was only separated by a building, the two armies, each of which was taking the time to recuperate and prepare to fight again after the sun rose, were still in a peaceful atmosphere, without any intention of fighting.

Only a few street quarrels from time to time in the dark night would briefly destroy this silence and seem a bit out of place.

"Alpaca! Shut up, you Russian pigs! Are you crying for your mother in the middle of the night? Your singing is worse than killing a pig!"

"Fuck you, Suka fascists! Wait, tomorrow I'll chop your head off and hang it on a pole! Singing has nothing to do with you! If you have the guts, sing too!"

"Fuck you!"

The singing of military songs in the middle of the night by the siege detachment of the leader division was "seriously disturbing the people". The German army on the other side, who had been nervous all day, was frightened by the military songs that suddenly sounded in the middle of the night.

One by one, they hurriedly got up and grabbed their weapons, thinking that the Russians had come to prepare for battle in the middle of the night, but they never thought it was a false alarm, and they couldn't help but start cursing on the spot.

There are no good entertainment methods, so the grassroots instructors organized comrades to sing songs before going to bed, just as entertainment and relaxation, and the activities that happened to boost morale attracted the Nazis on the opposite side to curse in the street. The rhythm of a good song "Katyusha" was ruined, just like a mouse falling into a pot.

The leader division that pressed you Germans to the ground during the day must not admit defeat so easily.

We didn't lose to you on the battlefield, so how can we lose to you in the verbal battle?

Don't you Germans dislike our singing?

That's perfect.

Not only do we have to continue singing and singing loudly, but we also have to curse at you after singing a few sentences.

Anyway, we have a lot of people and strong energy. If our voices are tired, we can just replace a group of people to continue the output. If you have the ability, you Germans can also rotate.

If you are not convinced, you Germans can just pick up weapons and fight back. Who is afraid of whom? If you don't accept it verbally, we will see the outcome with swords and guns.

Seeing that the Russians on the opposite side were getting more and more excited, not only did they not stop, but they were also showing a strong momentum of pushing their noses and continuing to output.

The Germans, who were so angry that their noses were crooked and almost jumping all over the ground, were so angry that they gnashed their teeth but could not do anything. They even regretted why they took the initiative to start a fight and pick a fight with those rude and rude Russians.

Now, if you don’t win the verbal battle, don’t even think about sleeping. Wait for the Russians on the opposite side to use rotation tactics and yell Soviet golden songs and "The shampooer is a rotten ass Sukabulie" at you all night.

But how to say it? It should be said that the goddess of luck still pitied the Germans. At least a large number of them who might not even survive 24 hours can get some sleep on the last night before they die, which can be regarded as hospice care.

"Look at you, you poor fellows! That's enough. I'll spare you for now. Go to sleep! Then wash your neck and wait for your Red Army grandfather to come and take your head and hang it on the lamp pole tomorrow!"

"Fuck you, you sun-dried Russian pig!!!"

The impotent rage is probably the most realistic description of the German army's mood at this moment, because they really dare not open their mouths to curse back, they really can't stand it.

If the Russians are really pissed off and they can't sleep all night, then tomorrow, let alone fighting, it's still unknown how many of these surviving German soldiers who are like falling apart can hold guns and aim accurately tomorrow.

Come on, the Russians are powerful, don't deny it, it's not shameful to admit the facts at this point.

Each of you smoke a cigarette, wash up and go to bed, ah.

If you don't have a cigarette, find someone else to take a puff. If you don't have a puff, you can just put it next to you and smell the second-hand smoke.

Otherwise? What else do you want?

Let's just leave it at that. It's hard to say whether we can survive tomorrow. There's no point in thinking about so many things, right?

The late-night street quarrel here has just come to an end. We still don't know about this episode that happened in the square building area and near the actual control line. At this moment, Malashenko, who is working late at night in the front-line command post, is still busy with things that he must do personally.

"Yes, I understand, comrade commander, then everything will be carried out according to plan."

"Well, I know. Everything is ready. Now we just have to wait for tomorrow morning. We have occupied a good high-altitude view. Inside the building, we have established a hidden artillery observation post. The visual view of the target building is very good, and it will provide accurate calibration coordinates in the interval between firing and reloading."

Malashenko held the telephone receiver and nodded continuously, while Zhukov, who visited the headquarters of the Chuikov Group Army late at night and borrowed the phone to talk to Malashenko, continued to speak.

"No matter how many refugees are allowed to leave the building, Malashenko, you only need to consider how to complete your mission and do what you should do. When the time comes, even if no refugees are released, the shelling will start on time. We must not let the enemy find out that they can hold hostages to lead us by the nose. This is what I hope you understand and pay attention to."

"Once the plan starts, we can't stop or turn back. Do you understand what this means?"

What Zhukov wanted to express was similar to "once the bow is drawn, there is no turning back". Being threatened by the Nazis as human shields is something that must not happen.

Malashenko, who clearly knew what Zhukov said and what he was going to do, and how many lives would be involved, still did not waver at all. He just held the microphone tightly again and stood at attention on the spot, making a firm decision.

"Please rest assured, comrade commander! I, Malashenko, guarantee with my military honor that the leadership division will complete the task! That damn broken building that symbolizes the Nazi will will also fall under our artillery fire, letting all the Nazis in Berlin know that the moment of collapse has come, and that it will only lead to death and meaninglessness if they continue to resist."

"Meanwhile, meaningless?"

Zhukov on the other end of the phone asked a rare question. After a few seconds of silence, the last sentence he left for Malashenko on the phone was somewhat extra intriguing.

"Our enemies have never clearly understood themselves, and maybe this time there will be a different result. Let's see if your plan works, Malashenko."