Steel Soviet Union

Alsim, who was standing in the corridor smoking, couldn't count how many cigarettes he had, but there were quite a few.

The comrade, the division commander, was talking to the German guy who had lost a lot of money. Where was Alsim? I felt that it was not convenient for me to stay in such a situation and I was bored, so I came out and waited outside the door, together with the soldiers under my command.

"We have been here for a while. Does anyone know that Comrade Commander is with us? Don't be anxious when you can't find anyone and don't know who is in charge of commanding at the moment."

Alsim was leaning against the window smoking a cigarette. The Red Army soldiers downstairs were still maintaining order in an orderly manner and passing along the street. There were no more gunshots or crossfire explosions. It seemed that the battle that had come to an end was quiet. Been a while. At least there is no need to worry about another fight for a while, or so Alsim, who trusts his intuition, feels.

"If I were you, I wouldn't worry about nothing. You can think of things that Comrade Division Commander can't think of? There are Comrade Political Commissar and Deputy Division Commander at the division headquarters. Comrade Division Commander must have arranged everything. Set off."

""

The one who didn't say anything immediately shook his head and laughed dumbly. It wasn't that Alsim's words were funny, but that he felt a little "happy" with Alsim's attitude anyway.

"You really admire Comrade Senior. No matter what you do, you always think that "Comrade Senior has already taken care of it."

Alsim, who was flicking the cigarette ashes in his hand, did not hide his expression at all, and just said something casually with pride.

"That is, in my opinion, Comrade Commander is omnipotent."

"Potential? Poof"

"What are you laughing at? I'm telling the truth. What's so funny? Don't you think so?"

Seeing that Alsim had misunderstood, Lieutenant Commander laughed dumbly and waved his hands hurriedly.

"No, no, that's not what I mean. I mean my daughter will say this when she asks me for a birthday gift. She says, "Dad, you are omnipotent, aren't you?" "And then I had to get her whatever she wanted, and I remembered this."

""

Alsim was speechless and blinked. After a while, he came to his senses and directly touched the back of the company's head.

"You, Suka, are you looking for a fight, aren't you?"

Guessing that Alsim might do something like this, he quickly dodged, causing Alsim's palm to fall into the air, followed by laughter.

"How can I? I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, just go back to my house and ask my daughter."

"You kid, are you still in high spirits? I have to teach you well today."

Crunch——

"Huh? What are you two doing here?"

Alsim, who was a little "angry", was about to go up to "educate" his company deputy. The company deputy comrade who was not so serious but had a playful smile was about to dodge, but he didn't expect that the door on the side was suddenly opened from the inside out. , opened it quietly, and it was Malashenko who walked out and asked questions.

"Uh, it's nothing, Comrade Commander, we were just joking."

"Well, be careful with your image and don't smash things in this room."

It seems that Comrade Ma doesn't intend to pursue the small details, but just reminds them.

But what Malashenko handed over immediately made Alsim's eyes light up.

"Comrade Commander, this is"

"Well, our Lieutenant Colonel Adam is really cooperative. It seems that Major General Schlozeheim has found himself a good subordinate."

"Uh what Heim?"

Alsim didn't quite understand what Comrade Commander meant, and the company officer beside him looked a little confused. Malashenko, who flipped through the documents in his hand and glanced at them again, continued.

"The higher-level German commander is the leader responsible for the defense of the entire large city. Lieutenant Colonel Adam in the room is his subordinate. We just tore a piece of flesh from the body of Major General Schlözeheim. But what he killed was only an infantry regiment under his hand. What he held in his hand was a complete mechanized battle group, which had been withdrawn from the east of Berlin before. It was a standard field force, not just picked up casually on the street. The strength of those stormtroopers cannot be underestimated.”

"There is detailed information here, including names, unit numbers, maps, whatever you can ask about, and the valuable information carried by Lieutenant Colonel Adam in his briefcase. Send a reliable person to deliver it to the division headquarters directly. Leave it to Comrade Political Commissar, he will know how to deal with it, remember to be quick."

"Yes, Comrade Division Commander, I promise to complete the mission!"

Malashenko, who stayed in the room for almost half an hour, asked for almost everything he wanted. Lieutenant Colonel Adam's level of cooperation exceeded his expectations. Although there is indeed an accident, it is a good thing after all. Things that can be done simply and efficiently are much better than troublesome and laborious, and Malashenko is happy to see it happen.

After taking what Malashenko handed over and accepting the task, Alsim, who was holding this thick stack of documents in his hand, had some other doubts.

"Comrade division commander, aren't you going back to the division headquarters now?"

"I?"

Malashenko shook his head, saying that he still had some "little things" to deal with.

"I still need some time here, I guess it will take a while. It won't be too long, maybe ten minutes, and I need to talk to the person in the room again."

"I understand, then I'll just keep waiting."

After explaining the important matters, Malashenko returned to the house. Alsim also found a soldier who was agile and reliable to perform the task, and then continued to stand by the corridor and lay at the window waiting for the division commander. Get things done.

Malashenko, who returned to the house, sat on the chair opposite the bed. He had been sitting here when he was asked, and he is still sitting here now. As soon as he sat down, he took out the cigarette case in his pocket and prepared to worship the gods first.

"Give me one too, I'm done."

"Um?"

Malashenko didn't expect that Lieutenant Colonel Adam, who had lost a lot of blood and was so weak, would still want to smoke at this moment, but since he made such a request, it would be a bit unkind not to give him one. That makes sense.

"Okay, I'll give it to you two, so you don't have to ask me for it later."

"Um"

With the nearly half an hour of chatting just now as a basis, Malashenko, who was much more familiar with Lieutenant Colonel Adam than half an hour ago, stopped saying any polite words and lit the cigarette in his mouth. He put down the lighter to Lieutenant Colonel Adam and asked.

"I'm very curious. You chose to copy the guys yourself and bring people over to fight us. How come you are so willing to cooperate with me in the end and just tell me whatever I ask?"

"Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to insult anyone, I'm just curious. The time for business chatting is over, now it's time for purely private chatting."