Chapter 2813 Do You Want to Play a Game?

"I said"

"What?"

"It's about to be the sixth shot. Do you want to bet, how many more shots does this thing have to go before it goes down? I'll bet on a bottle of Walter's two packs of cigarettes. I bet it will take two shots. It will be the seventh shot before it goes down. You and me?" Not with?"

"Oh, it's interesting. Well, I'll go with you. Just like you, I'll get a bottle of Watt's and two packs of cigarettes. I bet you'll get three shots, and I'll lose you on the eighth shot."

"What about you? Who still wants to play? Buy big, buy small, buy it and leave it. Comrade Senior, do you want to play?"

Unlike ordinary major generals and division commanders of the Red Army, Malashenko is the kind of leader who has no official airs and is both able and willing to get along with the soldiers.

For example, the lower company has a big pot meal, holds a bonfire party with the soldiers, and even performs a show for the soldiers. These are all things Malashenko often does whenever he has free time.

So, our comrade, the division commander, has a very good reputation among the soldiers. Not only can he lead his comrades to victory, but he can also share the joys and sorrows and have fun with the most ordinary soldiers.

Although Malashenko has not participated in this kind of "betting game" that fighters often play now, he has witnessed it many times and knows that it happens.

This kind of thing, it definitely can't be considered gambling. After all, it doesn't involve anything like life or life, making big money or anything like that. It's purely about the soldiers using the daily public supplies for entertainment, even if they really lose the bet. Nothing really.

After all, when you don't have a cigarette to smoke, as long as you are willing to ask the comrades around you to ask for cigarettes, you can almost always get cigarettes. There is no situation where others are smoking while you watch, as long as your character is not so bad that it annoys others.

Invited by the soldiers to join this entertaining "battlefield game", Malashenko happened to catch up with him in a good mood when he had nothing to do. His mind changed. After thinking for a while, he walked forward with a smile.

"Well, I won't play anymore. You guys have your own fun, and I won't participate."

Before he finished speaking, he looked at the expressions of the soldiers around him, looking a little disappointed. There seemed to be something missing from the game without the participation of comrade comrades. It didn't feel quite right.

Malashenko, who was aware of this himself, had not yet finished speaking, and then he continued to speak to the soldiers gathered around the table while digging into his pockets and looking for things.

"I'll give you some extra rewards, here! Three packs of my cigarettes, that's all I have on me. They're all here. I only have half a pack left for myself to smoke. The rest are all yours."

"Whoever guesses correctly gets to take the item away, that's a bonus."

Mumble——

Malashenko had just slapped his three packs of general-level cigarettes on the table, and heard the sounds of swallowing from the soldiers surrounding the table.

Compared with the general brother guards, the leader's division already has the highest treatment. In other troops, only officers can smoke boxed cigarettes, but here in the leader's division, every soldier has a share.

Distributing loose tobacco to the soldiers to roll their own cigarettes and smoke them has been a past tense history of the leadership division since a long time ago.

This is what Malashenko, as the division commander, fought for for his soldiers. Not to mention Malashenko’s backdoor or trustworthy relationship, it was true when Malashenko applied for special treatment. Something to say.

"My troops are so capable of fighting. The corpses of dead German soldiers can be lined up from Leningrad to the Red Square in Moscow. We conquer all Nazi militants in the name of our leader. Why can't we enjoy some of the results and combat effectiveness?" The treatment? If anyone is dissatisfied, let’s have a record similar to that of the leader.”

Well, although it has been achieved that everyone has a good cigarette to smoke, how many serious soldiers in the war years dare to say that they have enough cigarettes? Especially those veterans who have been through battle for a long time, basically all of them are super smokers who are addicted to smoking.

So there is nothing superfluous to say about cigarettes. We accept everyone who comes, and we take as much as we can. This is the same truth as no one in the world thinks too much money hurts their hands.

However, the "fund-raising game rewards" for the soldiers were initially limited to ordinary cigarettes, and the best of them was just a box of school officer-grade cigarettes given to them by the commander of the Rocket Assault Battalion. This has already made the surrounding soldiers and even the squad leaders and platoon leaders short of breath, and they regard it as the top prize.

So when Malashenko slapped three boxes of general-grade cigarettes on the table, you can imagine how excited the soldiers around him were.

This is Jiangguan cigarette, an absolutely high-end product that most people present have never experienced.

Who allowed only one general to lead the division? Any comrade in the leadership division who was lucky enough to smoke a general's cigarette only got it from Malashenko, such as Iushkin, who smoked cigarettes with his comrade the train commander every two days.

Looking at the soldiers around him getting more excited, elated and elated, even the commander of the Rocket Assault Battalion, who had not planned to join the game just now and was just watching the soldiers play, now looked eager to try, and seemed to want to go to the "ultimate game". "Grand Prize" launches an attack and tries your luck.

Malashenko, who smiled and turned back to the window sill, glanced at the time on his watch. Based on the average firing rate of 35 to 40 minutes just now, there should be 10 to 15 minutes until the next shell is fired. Right or left, we have to wait for a while.

"Come on, let's see how long you can last, you bastard."

Malachenko is actually quite interested in the question of "how many more shots are needed to knock down the air defense tower", and is more inclined to the possibility of "two more shots".

You want to ask why?

The reason is obvious and visible to the naked eye, because the current situation of the zoo air defense tower is really terrible.

I don't know what part of the tower was destroyed by the "volcanic eruption" of three-pointers.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that there is a fire inside the zoo air defense tower. The raging fire spews hot smoke, which continues to rise and burn everything within the range of the flames.

The smoke column that soars into the sky gushes out from the hole in the top of the tower that was blown up, and Malachenko, who is observing the situation on the top of the tower with a telescope, can even see a large group of flames coming out of the hole in the top of the tower. It can be seen how serious the fire inside is.

"Damn, what on earth is this? The fire is so big, could it be that the Germans have built a fuel depot in the tower? I really don't understand."

The severe damage to the physical structure, coupled with the raging fire burning from the inside out, even if Malashenko understands and believes that this G-type air defense tower is really very hard and very damn solid. But under such a two-pronged destruction, even the strongest human buildings will not last long.

Moreover, the bombardment has not stopped now, right?

The next shell is about to follow, and in the rising of hellfire, it will once again give the severely damaged zoo air defense tower a devastating blow.

But all the comrades present, including Malashenko, did not expect that the next shelling with a more tricky angle will cause damage far beyond everyone's imagination.

Sorry guys, I have to get up early tomorrow to go out of town, so I have to go to bed early. I'll leave this post here for now, and I'll make up for what I owe you in the next two days.