Chapter 2978 Street Episode

Although it's a bit embarrassing, it's true that Comrade Lao Ma has to admit that he has once again

Well, even if he has won the girl's heart, at least for the time being.

I won't be able to see this American girl who is so strong and impressive for a while. I don't know if she will forget about me and find a new lover after just two days.

But it's actually good, at least we can still be friends, and at worst we won't break off contact.

For Jill herself, this result and destination may be better than loving a foreign man who has no chance of marrying her for a lifetime, wasting the girl's time in vain and ending up with nothing.

Seeing the driver comrade who tilted his head and looked out the window in the co-pilot seat, he has been silent since he got on the car. Thinking that there must be something wrong here, Iushkin's old habit came back again. He forgot that he was "fiercely" glared at by the driver not long ago, and he began to lose control of his mouth again.

"That American chick is really pretty good, comrade, you have a good eye, no doubt about it!"

""

Malashenko remained silent, tilting his head and looking out the window, letting Iushkin continue to chatter.

"However, comrade, I don't know if I should ask you something, but I just want to ask you."

While he was tentatively speaking, he didn't forget to sneak a peek at Malashenko's expression, and at the same time he had to drive the car with his hands and feet.

Iushkin, who "does three things at once", is really capable. It was only after seeing that the comrade didn't make any further comments or clear objections that he made up his mind and continued to speak.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."

"That's it, comrade commander, you should marry Natalia, right? You see, although there are a lot of people, there are already three, maybe four, or even five, six, seven or eight in the future. But Natalia grew up with you and is a childhood sweetheart who is in love with you. I think this should be the best match-"

"Have you said enough?"

""

Iushkin, who was interrupted by Malashenko suddenly, was like a ball gagged in his mouth and couldn't speak immediately, or he didn't dare to speak.

No matter how naughty Iushkin was in front of the other brothers in the same crew, he really didn't dare to be naughty in front of Malashenko.

As if there was an invisible pressure that was always intimidating him, Iushkin, who immediately shut up after Malashenko spoke so simply, had already entered the state of "being a driver and driving the car honestly". Malashenko, who had paused his thinking, turned his head quietly.

"But it is indeed as you said, I will marry Natalia, this is already decided.

Damn, you don't scold or punish me! I was so scared!

I didn't have the guts to hold on, but I always liked to find excitement, jumping around in front of Malashenko, and in the end I was scared.

Like Iushkin's behavior, to be precise, it is "a mouse licking a cat's ass" - I'm just playing with a heartbeat.

If it's simpler, it can be summarized in three words - cheap.

But it is true that his marriage with Natalia has been taken into consideration and put on the schedule.

To be fair, although Natalia is a "system start" for him, The "free wife" given as soon as you go online is indeed fundamentally different from the heart that he won later with his own ability.

But to be honest, Comrade Ma still has to admit with his conscience that the beauty that this flesh body named Malashenko owes the most is probably Natalia.

For other beauties, Malashenko may be just a lover. No matter how much she loves, she can never transcend the emotional category of "lover". After all, this is the fact.

But for Natalia, it is really different.

Malashenko does know clearly that he is the only and all in Natalia's small world.

Or it can be said that this is the original host in this body. The same is true for the soul.

There is probably nothing in this world that can make "deep affection and mutual affection" and make the adult souls who have left the protection of their parents feel happier.

Coincidentally, according to the memories inherited by Malashenko and the things he encountered after crossing, he and Natalia are indeed such an enviable couple.

Thinking of the existence in the pale consciousness world that has not been seen for a long time, which can appear in any form, any face, and any voice.

Malashenko suddenly remembered that he had planned to ask this guy, ask him in the existing history that Malashenko died in 1941, Natalia later What happened?

But perhaps, the result is just like the similar scene I have seen before, when I saw Political Commissar Petrov being shot by the Nazis at the foot of the wall, and I could do nothing but watch it all happen.

Excessive digging and digging deep into the truth is sometimes not a good thing, it will only make people feel more painful and torn.

What happened to Natalia in the existing history is no longer important for now.

What is important is that Malashenko in this timeline is still alive, reversed the wheel of fate, survived in a miraculous way, and beat those Nazi scums who were not satisfied even if they were skinned alive back to hell.

And after all this is over, I should be able to do some private things that truly belong to me, which are not necessarily "private things". After all, it also contains my commitment to the soul of this body.

"Wait until I get home, Natalia! This time will be different, I swear."

The way back to the division headquarters was not a long one, but on the way back, some "episodes" did occur that made Malashenko feel unhappy.

"Hehe! Girl, look here, brother has something good for you. Guess it's a big banana or a chocolate bar."

"Why didn't you say you were going to give her a condom? You're a beach boy."

"Hey, fuck you! Didn't you see that I'm doing business? Shut your stinky mouth."

"Oh oh oh, I understand. It turns out that your main business is to sleep with thick-legged girls in Berlin. Why don't you ask her if she has ever had sex with a hair-washer or Goebbels?"

"Hahahahaha!!!"

""

A group of shameless and disorderly American troops blocked the way. They drove two Willys jeeps and didn't care about the so-called traffic order. They just parked their cars in the middle of the road and blocked traffic.

The U.S. troops in the car either stayed there to have fun and watch the fun, or they got off the car and touched the Berlin women passing by, talking obscenities and laughing wantonly.

Not only was his way blocked, but he also witnessed such a scene. Iushkin, who was holding the steering wheel with both hands and unable to move forward, was already cursing.

"Damn it, Sukka! These stupid Americans! They have only been in Berlin for a short time, and they have already turned this place into a brothel. We fucking conquered this street! The blood of the comrades was spilled here!"

There was no need for Malashenko to give an order. The guard in the lead car of the convoy had already got out of the car, closed the door and walked directly towards the American soldiers who were still touching their hands, talking obscenely and laughing.

"Hello, please get out of the way! Your behavior has seriously hindered normal traffic and hindered our passage. There should be no need for friendly forces to remind you to observe basic traffic order."

The division service major took the initiative to communicate in English and maintained basic social etiquette when facing the US military.

Unexpectedly, the second-in-command, who looked like an ordinary soldier in the US Army, had no respect for his status as a Red Army major. He was still chewing gum in his mouth, with a scornful smile on his face that didn't take him seriously at all, and turned to face him. Several other American troops on the jeep spoke loudly.

"Hey! Hey! Did you guys hear that? These red guys who even want to use their wives call us friendly troops. Damn friendly troops."

Before he finished speaking, this gum-chewing bitch actually twisted his hips with his hands on his hips in the street, stretching back and forth and doing extremely indecent movements in the street, as if to respond to what he just said. He couldn't stop laughing at that.

"Then don't just talk the fuck out and don't practice! What you're saying to us is useless. Say something to that Russian guy."

The filthy words and obscene actions on his lips not only did not cause the American soldiers on the car to refute and stop, but also attracted a round of "applause from the same kind", encouraging the seductress who could not figure out how much he weighed to continue to increase his intensity. do not stop.

"Watch your words and deeds! This is a warning! The dignity of the Red Army cannot be trampled or insulted!"

The service major, who looked extremely unhappy, immediately issued a warning. Realizing that something was wrong, the other people in the lead car quickly got out of the car and followed with their guns on their backs. However, they saw that the ordinary American soldier had the guts to stand there even though he was so powerful. Perform "performance art" vigorously in the street.

"Hey! Look~ That girl was about to go to bed with me, but she was scared away when you came. Will any female creature be scared away when seeing you Russians? Oh, wait, maybe not all, After all, you Russian sows can’t, huh? Hahahaha.”

"You fucking Suka, try saying that again!?"

The colonel, who couldn't bear it anymore and had been humiliated in the street, rushed forward, grabbed the collar of the American second-in-command with both hands, and directly used his height advantage and strength to lift him up and float his feet in the air.

"Hey! You! Russian barbarian, put him down immediately! I said immediately! Do you want to be shot?!"

Hua Hua Hua——

The other American troops who stayed in the two Willys jeeps didn't say anything when they saw this. They picked up what they were doing and pointed their guns at the Red Army major on the spot and loaded the bullets.

"Sukabu! If you dare, try shooting! American pig!"

The M1 Carbine, Thomson, and BAR Browning in the hands of the US military were lifted first. Seeing this scene, the Red Army soldiers who had already got off the car and rushed over also took off the AKs from their shoulders without saying a word. A whole row of black guns were pointed directly at the U.S. troops in the car.

"Help! There's a war again! Americans and Russians are fighting!!!"

"Escape for your life!!!"

"Run! Run!!!"

Just a few days after the end of the war, there were only a few people on the streets of Berlin. Berlin citizens who came out in twos and threes to dig through rubble and pick up rubbish had never seen this battle.

A group of Americans and a group of Russians were holding guns in the street, aiming at each other, and they were about to fight.

They mistakenly thought that the war that had only subsided for a few days was about to resume again. The refugees who had been picking up garbage a moment ago did not even care about the "treasures" they had just dug out from the rubble. They dropped their hands without saying a word. The things inside were screaming and crying and ran away.

The whole street was in chaos for a while, with people shouting and yelling for everything, except for the two groups of people who were confronting each other with guns in the middle of the road, but they remained still.

"Put your guns down!!! Now!!!"

"Fuck you Russians! I didn't have my gun taken away by the Germans in Bastogne, you fucking put your guns down first! And apologize! Quick!!!"

"Oh no! Something happened up ahead!"

Malashenko had eyes and ears, and even if Ivushkin didn't say it, he knew something big had happened up ahead.

"Get off the car! Follow me!"

The lack of tanks and incomplete formations doesn't mean that the heroic No. 177 crew is a coward.

Under the leadership of the commander, the gunner, who picked up the folding AK on the seat back and got off the car, immediately followed, and at the same time, the rest of the guards in the rear car also got off the car and were fully armed.

This large group of people immediately surrounded them with all AKs, and the American soldiers in the car hadn't even reacted before they were half-surrounded in the middle of the road with the car and the people.

Few people against many people, the state is half-surrounded. The weapons in the hands of the opponents all looked quite powerful, and they looked very similar to the German STG44, and their performance was estimated to be similar.

The Thompson submachine gun felt like a fire stick in my hand, and I didn't know when I had been sweating. Just holding it like this felt a little hot and trembling slightly.

The American second lieutenant, who felt that the situation had completely exceeded his expectations, swallowed his saliva, turned his head and spoke to the man with a higher position in the front seat.

"Major, there are too many Russians, we are surrounded, what should we do?"

"Then why are you sure that the Russians dare to really shoot you to death in the street?"

"I"

"Useless trash."

He hit a snag with the Russians, and turned around to report the news and was scolded by his own superior.

The American lieutenant, who was neither a good person nor a good person, had lost all his arrogance when he shouted "Russians, put down your guns first!" He could only watch helplessly as his superior got off the car, wearing his big sunglasses and turned his head to face the whole row of Russian guns.

"You sons of bitches! If you have the guts, try shooting! I am Major Tom Nixon of the 4th Armored Division of the US Army. Remember my name! The bullet that can kill me has not been made in the factory yet!"

This idiot not only dressed up in a very stylish way, but also spoke in a very stylish way.

He seemed to be a third-rate Cosplay enthusiast, but this was a coincidence.

Malashenko, who knew what the Cosplay prototype of this guy was like, couldn't help but want to laugh.

You can't just Cosplay anyone else, Cosplay the American actor.

Then today, it's a bit unreasonable not to let you know how many eyes the "King of Horses" has?