Chapter 2845: Trophy Display

"We've finished here, but I wonder how the company commander is doing?"

After the battle was over, at least temporarily, Sulovchenko finally had a chance to smoke a cigarette. He stood by the window sill at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, with a cigarette in his mouth and his eyes staring out the window, listening to the somewhat worried words of the old squad leader beside him and then quietly spoke.

"Him? Instead of worrying about him, you should worry about whether those Nazi scum can be humanely destroyed. I haven't known him for too long, but in every battle so far, he will go crazy when he sees blood. He won't stop until the Nazi heads are rolling and the bodies are lying on the ground."

"Have you heard of it? There is a congenital disease in this world called hemophobia. Most people who have this disease since they were born will tremble when they see blood, which scares themselves to death. But our company commander is just the opposite. He gets extremely excited when he sees blood. In his own words, only when the warm blood flows through his palms can he feel that he is really alive."

"He lives to kill people, right?"

Sulovichenko, whose mouth was still smoking, seemed to be thinking about something. After a moment, he spoke again and gave a reassuring answer.

"Correction, not everyone, but killing the enemy. Even I have to admit that he is a reliable guy. At least when I am with him, I never have to worry about encountering an enemy that I can't deal with. He can exude this kind of power that makes you believe in it. No one can defeat him.

Sulovchenko, who had finished his last puff of cigarette, flicked his hand, and the cigarette butt with the last spark flew out of the window in a parabola. Before Sulovchenko could speak again, a burst of excited shouts interrupted his thoughts directly.

"Company commander, it's Comrade Company Commander! They did it, and they took down the building opposite! Hurrah!!! "

As the soldier who saw it with his own eyes and was extremely excited shouted.

At this moment, on the fourth floor window of the opposite apartment building on the same parallel line, Alsim, who had just finished his work with his men, was standing by the window sill and looking down.

After confirming that the battle on the street had come to an end and the wave of German paratroopers' attack had receded, leaving a pile of corpses.

Alsim, who was temporarily relieved, subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the parallel apartment building opposite. When he looked around, he saw Comrade Sulovichenko at a glance. Alsim raised the thing in his hand to indicate that he was fine, and soon sent a signal of "the battle is over in victory."

"Damn, I am not mistaken, the thing he is holding in his hand is"

"Head, Nazi head, you are not mistaken. ”

Having gotten used to Alsim’s “rough and unruly” fighting style, Sulovchenko would not find it strange even if he saw Alsim holding a bloody head in his hand.

Just like what the “Slavic Superman” said himself.

After defeating the wolf king alone, the strongest hunter in the village would cut off the wolf king’s head as evidence, bring it back to the village to prove his strength, and share his joy and victory with the villagers.

The strong will be respected, and the weak will only become the food of the beasts.

The law of nature, the strong prey on the weak.

This is Alsim’s This is a rule passed down from generation to generation by an old hunter family.

The Siberian wilderness with poor mountains and bad waters does not believe in tears. Only the strong are worthy of surviving in such a freezing cold place.

Berlin is a forest, a steel and concrete forest for Alsim to hunt to his heart's content.

If there is anything in this forest that can prove one's strength, convey the news of victory, and share joy with comrades.

Then there is no doubt that the thing in Alsim's hand is it, at least in his own eyes.

"Let's go, go down and take a look. Staying here will only waste time."

But it was not until he actually went downstairs to the street and met with Alsim's detachment that Sulovchenko realized that he had still guessed part of the answer wrong.

What Alsim was holding in his hand was not an ordinary head, but the head of a German colonel. In terms of military rank alone, he was higher than everyone present, whether it was the dead lying on the ground or the living standing on the street.

"Damn, where did you cut off this head? I mean, how could you kill this guy? Who is he? "

After learning that the head was actually a German colonel, Sulovchenko, who was surprised and puzzled, couldn't figure out why.

Before he finished speaking, Alsim threw the thing in his hand, and a good head with blood dripping from the broken neck fell to Sulovchenko's feet like a ball.

In his eyes, the fear, anger, and unwillingness of the last moment before death still remain.

"The deputy commander of the 9th Parachute Division of the Wehrmacht, Colonel William Wenk, is this bastard."

"The fourth floor of my building is the headquarters of this bastard. A bunch of idiots who are good at writing and brushing pens dare to show off and brandish swords and guns with me. Not only do you not surrender, but you also dare to make trouble with me, so you must pay a price. "

"There's no need to capture prisoners in this battle, so I don't need him. Since this bastard refuses to put down his gun until his death, let him take his broken gun to another world, maybe he can find regret medicine."

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Sulovichenko understood.

In short, Colonel William Wink was a diehard just by his behavior, so it was normal for him to be killed. Since he refused to lay down his arms and surrender, who can you blame? Go to another world and think about whether you regret it or not.

However, the top floors of these two apartment buildings.

One is a front-line first aid station, and the other is a command post with a colonel deputy division commander.

The functions of these two buildings in the German defense zone are indeed somewhat unexpected, and it is not impossible to say that it is surprising.

Of course, this can further explain why those desperate German paratroopers, despite such heavy casualties, also put on an attitude of attacking and trying to recapture the two buildings at all costs.

First, these two buildings guard the northern bridgehead, and they are high above and have an absolute terrain advantage, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Once these two buildings are lost, there will be big problems whether they are reinforcing or retreating across the river.

Second, it is because of the original owner of this head.

The deputy division commander was blocked in the command post by the enemy's surprise attack, and he could not withdraw and his life and death were unknown.

If they did not fight to save them at this time, it would show that there was something wrong with these German paratroopers. As a military collective, they did not understand the importance of their own heads.

However, the final result was that these German paratroopers reacted quickly enough and put all their qualities and abilities into full play, but they still could not change the cruel fact that light infantry could not beat heavy armored forces.