Chapter 2784 The Enemy Is a Freak

"How did they do all this?"

There was no excitement or laughter. He recognized the person squatting next to a row of corpses at a glance. It was Arishenko. He didn't say any extra nonsense. The first sentence he said was to get straight to the point.

"I don't know. I have never felt that I slept so soundly. It happened to be at this time. When I found out, everything here was over."

Before Arishenko finished his expressionless low voice, he had stepped forward and stopped beside Arishen. He recognized the corpse closest to Arishen at a glance. It looked very familiar.

"How big is the loss?"

"One person is missing from a squad. The rest are all here. All the people who stayed on the first floor to guard."

"Including him, my deputy and partner."

The sun has not risen from the distant horizon, and the thick night still shrouds the entire cold land.

All the remaining members of the Alsim Company were already awake, fully armed and on guard in the building and in front of the street, occupying advantageous terrain and commanding heights to monitor everything around them.

The guard platoon that came with Malashenko was also as if they were facing a great enemy. The Alsim Company, which assisted in the on-site defense, almost surrounded the entire crime scene on the first floor.

At this time, let alone assassins, even if a street rat came over, it would be shot dead and then shot again.

But it was too late, the tragedy had already happened, and no matter how strict the defense was, it could not change the reality of the whole row of corpses in front of it.

"I can't even think of who did it. I have never encountered similar enemies, methods, and all these situations in the past. They wiped out the entire guard post on the first floor without any movement. If the person who changed the night watch hadn't come downstairs, I don't know when I would know."

Alsim did not shirk any responsibility. What was his was his.

It doesn't matter what he thought, how surprised he was, or even if he was accused of dereliction of duty and incompetence and was subject to military punishment. Now even Alsim couldn't tell what was going on in his head, he just wanted the division commander to quickly understand the real situation.

"Is there any damage on the second floor? Did you find anything unusual at the time?"

As he checked the condition of the body, he asked Alsim.

Feeling that this matter was not that simple and was definitely not a simple night raid, Malashenko focused his main energy on the dagger stuck on the top of the body's forehead, which every body had, trying to find some clues from it.

"No, the damage on the second floor was zero. It was precisely because they didn't even touch the second floor that they didn't find anything wrong on the first floor. The sentry on the commanding height of the second floor didn't find anything unusual. The enemy's familiarity with the terrain was better than ours.

"The footprints showed that they climbed in through the window, but there was no sound or exposure. They used all the concealed approaches they could use to infiltrate, and then left us with this scene. "

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Malachenko remained silent and did not comment on Arsim's words, but he made a discovery while studying the daggers that penetrated into the brain with wide eyes.

"Look here, come closer, here."

As the direction of Malachenko's finger showed, these daggers were really not ordinary daggers in the hands of ordinary German soldiers.

There was a small circular relief at the front end of the seemingly plain handle where the blade was connected, and the shape engraved on the relief was the Nazi swastika symbol.

"The ceremonial dagger of the SS, used for swearing oaths and their evil rituals and celebrations. It is not handy for fighting, let alone assassination. It is not something that ordinary troops will carry with them to the battlefield. "

Malachenko recognized this thing purely because of his past life memory in the future Moscow University library, when he was reading a lot of historical records about the Great Patriotic War out of interest, he had seen photos of this dagger and related records in a book.

Even though the time interval was long and the memory had long been diluted by time, this special ceremonial dagger that should not have appeared on the battlefield at all, still evoked Malachenko's memories from the distant future.

The object in front of him was exactly the same as the thing in his memory in terms of details and characteristic marks. Malachenko believed that his judgment would not be wrong.

"Does it mean that this was done by those SS bastards? "

Arsim's tone was a little surprised, but Malashenko could understand and think it was normal.

After all, there were few SS soldiers who could fight, and most of the few bastards who could fight were a bunch of reckless lunatics. They were so fanatical that they could even treat their own lives as toilet paper and throw them away at will.

To put it simply in down-to-earth words - most of them were rough workers and could only do rough work.

Just look at the bodies in front of them, and the result of last night's stealth, avoiding the sight of the secret sentry, and quietly knocking over a sentry squad on the first floor. You said that this was done by the SS, not to the point of being impossible, but at least it should be considered "unexpected".

"Almost, except for this dagger, after thinking about it, only the gods in the SS could do this. Making the murder scene look like a black magic sacrifice ceremony is the style of some of their idiots. ”

Everyone knows that the SS is brutal and cruel, and has lost all humanity. They are just a group of animals that walk upright on two legs.

But what many people don’t know is that these animals are actually a group of “gods”.

SS leader and chicken farm owner Himmler was first and foremost an avid fan of supernatural mysticism.

This chicken farmer tried to prove how excellent the Nazi bloodline was by finding those ancient artifacts and holy vessels, excavating ancient sites, and reversing the origin of the human race.

With such a leading leader who is engaged in feudal superstition and monsters all day long, it is not difficult to imagine what the idiots who lick their asses and flatter below would like to do.

What about inviting witches, dancing, performing sacrifices, and digging ancient tombs.

The SS’s supernatural mysticism research association called “Ancestors’ Heritage” basically does everything. These gods even planned to find the legendary Atlantis. Do you dare to believe it? But they really dare to think and do it.

Like customizing a batch of “magic instruments” to use in evil sacrificial and god-inviting ceremonies.

This kind of thing is just a "daily team building activity" for those SS gods, not worth being surprised or mentioning.

After basically locking down the general direction of the enemy's possible identity, there was one thing that made Malashenko narrow his eyes and frown slightly confused.

A group of armed SS gods who are powerful and good at infiltration, and still believe in these evil ways and monsters

This is really an opponent that has never been encountered before.

The battle is almost over, and a new type of enemy can be unlocked.

It seems that Alsim, who will definitely not let this matter pass so easily, will definitely have work to do in the next few days.