Chapter 3026: Innocent Japanese Sword Made of White Iron

Malachenko waited in the hidden command post by the river, and he was indeed a little impatient.

Kulbarov, who also saw the uneasiness of the comrade commander and understood what was going on, stepped forward.

"Comrade commander, Arsim is extremely powerful and unstoppable, and the 30 carefully selected soldiers are experienced in hundreds of battles. Even the most vicious Nazis can't do anything to Arsim, and the Japanese patrol team across the river is not his opponent. I believe it won't take long for him to return triumphantly."

Although Arsim is highly valued by Malachenko, in terms of affiliation, he is still a man under Kulbarov.

Kulbarov thought he should say this, and Malachenko stopped when he heard it.

He seemed to hesitate, raised his hand but hesitated to speak, and finally put his hand down and spoke slowly.

"I have never doubted Alsim's ability to kill the enemy, but I am worried that Alsim will underestimate the enemy. In the final analysis, it is because this is the first time to fight with the Japanese army, and I am always a little worried. Of course, it may just be that I think too much."

Alsim has been on the battlefield for nearly ten years. The Finns, Poles, and Germans have all been defeated by him and rarely met opponents.

The only SS madman who can compete with Alsim in terms of military strength ended up being chopped into sausages by Alsim himself. He died to the point of not being able to die again, which was really horrible.

Alsim is confident, and Malashenko knows it, but he is more worried that Alsim will be a traitor and make a mistake.

As an old team member who has been following Malashenko since the Battle of Kursk.

As Malashenko's right-hand man and capable general, Kurbalov certainly knew what the commander was worried about, and he blurted out the answer after thinking about it.

"Comrade commander, I understand your worries, but isn't Sulovchenko still by Alyssum's side? After his former deputy company commander died, you immediately transferred Sulovchenko to the combat engineer corps to partner with Alyssum, wasn't it to prevent Alyssum from being careless and underestimating the enemy?"

"And that Chen Weiguo, I have also met him, and I can see that he is a mature and stable person. With these two people acting together, plus Alyssum's combat experience, I think there should be no problem."

Kulbalov's analysis was well-reasoned. Malashenko raised his hand and looked at the time and found that it was still early, and there was still some time before the estimated time to complete the task.

In addition, there have been no unexpected situations on the other side of the river, which has been under close surveillance, and there has been no sound of gunfire.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he might have been overthinking. Just as Malashenko was about to say something, a major who was in charge of monitoring the other side of the river suddenly rushed into the command post and spoke first.

"Comrade Commander! Aersim and his men are back and crossing the river! It looks like the mission is accomplished!"

"What!? So fast!?"

Malashenko, who was excited by the words, didn't care to think too much. He rushed out without saying a word, and Kurbalov followed closely behind him.

When Malashenko arrived at the riverside, Aersim and his men, who were rowing three rubber boats to cross the river at a high speed, had already rushed ashore and dragged the rubber boats onto the ground.

Seeing Malashenko trotting towards him, Aersim, who had been rowing all the way, didn't care to take a breath. He took a step forward and took the initiative to speak to Malashenko.

"Report to the commander, Alsim led the team to complete the mission and successfully captured a colonel of the enemy. Please take a look."

"What? What the hell? Colonel??"

Before he could speak, Malashenko blinked his eyes, feeling that he might have misheard something.

I asked you to cross the river to capture a major, but you said you captured a colonel as soon as we met? What a joke--

It was really no joke. Malashenko saw the Japanese officer tied up like a dumpling beside the rubber boat. The clear rank of colonel was clearly visible under the moonlight.

Colonel Nakamura Hiroki, who was knocked unconscious by a rifle butt, is still in a coma.

Not only was his whole body tied up tightly, but before he got on the boat, Alsim took off his socks and stuffed them into his mouth to block it tightly.

In order to avoid shouting as soon as he opened his eyes, it would only cause trouble if he happened to meet the Japanese pursuers again.

"Take the man away and start interrogating him immediately. Get everything he knows."

"Alsim, follow me. Sulovchenko will take care of the troops. I want to hear your report in person."

After giving such an order, Malashenko immediately turned to the other side and began to arrange the follow-up surveillance and observation of the riverside support troops.

Even if Alsim successfully withdraws, he must continue to monitor closely to see when the devils can find the scene of the incident and what their subsequent reactions will be. Don't take it lightly.

On the other side, Alsim, who heard the commander's order, hadn't said anything yet, but Sulovchenko, who was grinning, had already spoken quietly.

"What did I say? When we just crossed the river, I said that the commander would definitely ask you to question him as soon as we got back. Now he's here, right? Go ahead, I'll take care of the troops."

""

After being muttered to by his good brother with a sly smile that was not even mocking, Alsim knew he had no other choice but to go.

The colonel, who was tied up like a dumpling, was taken away, and the soldiers who had completed their mission were taken away by the deputy company commander to rest. Only the company commander, Comrade Alysim, was left to face the personal questioning of Comrade Corps Commander.

"What happened? Tell me the whole story truthfully, in detail, and go through all the details you can remember."

Alysim did as he was told, and Malashenko listened attentively, fearing that he would miss any details.

After a while, when Malashenko finished listening to the report, his fingers that had been tapping on the table slowly stopped.

"So that means the colonel's appearance was purely accidental, and there was no sign at all beforehand? Was it really just his bad luck that he ran into him by chance?"

"Yes, Comrade Corps Commander. Although I also think this reason is a bit far-fetched, it is indeed the case from what we know so far."

After a little thought, Alysim continued to speak calmly, telling Malashenko everything he had seen and heard.

"At first I didn't believe that this guy could come so coincidentally, but a few Japanese soldiers who were afraid of death told me before they set off that this old Japanese colonel really just wanted to take another look and leave a souvenir before leaving."

"We also found a jar of soil in this old Japanese's bag, which was dug on the spot by the river. It seems that he really intends to leave with some souvenirs."

As he said this, Alsim took out the small earthen jar from his bag, along with other items seized from Colonel Hiroki Nakamura.

All the hot and cold weapons, such as command knives and bastard boxes, were placed on the table in front of Malashenko.

"Hey, this bastard old Japanese! He really thinks the Northeast is his territory, and he doesn't even know how much he weighs."

Pick up the earthen jar on the table and open it. It does have the unique damp smell of fresh riverside soil.

Put the earthen jar aside and pick up the command knife. Malashenko, who was holding it in his hand, took a closer look and then drew the knife out of its sheath.

The shiny silver blade reflects a cold and strange brilliance. As far as the weapon itself is concerned, it can indeed be called a good sword.

"It is a Japanese sword made of pure white iron. It doesn't look like a standard Japanese officer's sword. It is probably passed down from the old Japanese family, or it was forged and customized by a knife maker. The standard Japanese officer's sword is not of this high quality."

"It looks okay, but it is far inferior to the precious sword given to me by the deputy commander. This thing can't compare."

Hearing Alsim's last words, Malashenko smiled and nodded, sheathed the sword, and was about to say something, but the combat staff who came to report once again brought breaking news.

"Report to the commander, the reinforcements of the Japanese army on the other side of the river have arrived. They have found the scene of the incident and are investigating and collecting the bodies."