Chapter 2018 Comrades' Collective

"Lieutenant General of the Wehrmacht Manteuffel, commander of the Great German Division."

"Well, that should be what you mean, comrade company commander."

He didn't have much education since he was a child, and was born into a Siberian hunter family.

Alsim couldn't even recognize all the Russian letters of his family, and was a semi-illiterate. It was really a stretch to ask him to understand the German on the German officer's certificate. When he got the officer's certificate, he just flipped through it to see if the photo on it matched the face of the corpse in front of him, that's all.

As for understanding the text content recorded on it and understanding the information in it, Alsim didn't have the ability to do so, so he naturally had to hand it over to the soldiers in the team who had a high level of education and could understand German to translate it.

The result of the translation was obviously not impressive. Surprisingly, the fact is just as Alsim thought. The corpse lying on the chair in front of him who had committed suicide by shooting himself was the lieutenant general commander of the Great German Division, the soul of the Wehrmacht.

At this moment, Alsim still didn't know that the corpse in front of him was the real commander of the Great German Division, that is, the first commander of the Great German Division who had been eliminated once last time should actually be him.

Alsim only knew that the Germans' ace elite troops had been eliminated twice by the Leader Division, and the final result of both times was the annihilation of the whole army without exception, and the commander was killed.

"What should we do next? Report to the superiors? Say that the commander of the Great German Division has been forced to death by us? He shot himself? ”

Walking to the entrance of the tunnel with a cigarette in his mouth, he watched the embarrassed German soldiers outside surrendering one after another and walking out of the trench with their hands raised high, and listened to the sporadic gunshots from far and near. Alsim took out a lighter from his pocket and glanced at the buddy company commander beside him, just smiling with a smile on his lips.

"We? Are you sure it's us?"

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The principle of brothers settling accounts clearly applies everywhere. Even if you two have a good relationship, you have to see if the other party is willing to share the military merit with you. It's best if they can share it, but you can't forcibly grab it, otherwise it will mess up the rules.

The buddy company commander realized that he had used the wrong word in a hurry, and it was not intentional. It was not justifiable to grab someone's military merit, let alone his own brother, so he quickly added a mouth and rushed to say.

"Yours, your company's, I said it wrong, okay? I didn't want to steal your credit, let me make it clear first, don't get me wrong. "

To be honest, this credit is indeed not to be snatched, and it is not my turn to be strong.

After all, everything is based on first come first served. It was Alsim who led the team to break in and occupy this command post first, which is always correct.

Even if the German committed suicide by shooting himself, the credit should go to Alsim's company, which was the first to occupy this place. It is a fact that my company came in two minutes later. No matter how you look at it, there is no reason to fight for the credit.

What the buddy company commander did not expect was that Alsim's next words turned 180 degrees and immediately changed the meaning.

"Then you are wrong, the credit belongs to us collectively, to the entire combat engineer battalion."

"Spread it so that those fascist lackeys know that the combat engineers of the leader division specialize in killing fascist officials. Next time we meet them, we will scare the bastards to death. ”

The leader division is a collective, and all comrades should have a strong sense of collective honor and collective sense of honor and disgrace, whether you are a soldier, a commander, a political worker, or even a cook, you should do so, rather than forming cliques and factions as individuals or small groups of squads and companies.

Malachenko often emphasizes this to everyone, and of course the division commander himself also takes the lead in doing so, and he has indeed played a good role in setting a good example and leadership.

Arsim, who does not understand the truth and cannot speak beautiful words, can only use this truth to express his true thoughts. Although it is a repetition of the division commander's words, it is indeed right, isn't it?

After hearing this, the buddy company commander also smiled and patted Arsim on the shoulder. Thinking about it this way, it is indeed that his pattern is small, and he is afraid that his good brother will mistakenly think that he Take the credit away from him. On the contrary, what Alsim said was right. The credit should belong to the entire combat engineer battalion and the leader division.

In the future, those high-ranking officials who are fascist lackeys will be frightened by the reputation of the combat engineers of the leader division. The appearance of this unit on the battlefield means that you are not far from being sanctioned. Wait with your pants wet! As for whether to do it yourself or go to Siberia to participate in labor reform and contribute to the construction of the Soviet Union, you decide for yourself.

After finishing the matter, he walked out of the tunnel with his good brother, talking and laughing, and reported the matter to his superiors. Alsim, who had made another great contribution, came to an end for the time being.

After the battle, Malashenko was still busy commanding the troops and making a round of deployment arrangements. He was still busy and a little excited.

"Yes! I want him to appear in front of me within five minutes! Don't talk nonsense to me, bring people up to refuel and reload the troops! Many of the tanks here have run out of ammunition. If we don't restock them, we'll have to use them as machine guns to fight the bastards of the Totenkopf Division. Tell Karamov to move faster! If he keeps dragging his feet, I'll fire him! Immediately!"

Malachenko, who threw away the microphone, looked very unhappy. He was wearing a tattered tank soldier's combat uniform without any rank insignia. Those who didn't know him would think he was just an ordinary tank soldier.

But if you want to talk about the aura of this major general division commander, it is not bad at all. Anyone who has a little vision and doesn't just judge people by their appearance can see that he is definitely a big official.

"The specific combat losses of each regiment are still being counted, but the preliminary casualties of the two combat engineer battalions have been counted."

As soon as Malachenko threw away the microphone, he immediately greeted his deputy and good brother: Lavrinenko, who was holding the preliminary casualty statistics report that had just been delivered, the kind of handwritten.

"How many casualties? Just tell me directly."

Malachenko didn't take the report to read it. It was estimated that he was thinking about something else in his head and didn't have the mind to do so.

Seeing this, Lavrinenko didn't waste time and directly reported the numbers to him according to what Malachenko said.

But this number is indeed a bit beyond Comrade Ma's expectations, and it is a little more than he imagined.

"The sacrifice has exceeded 300, and there are even more injured. Now the statistics are close to 1,000. It is estimated that there will be half more after the complete report comes out."

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