Chapter 2790 Screaming the street late at night

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2790 Screaming the street late at night

Of course, Malashenko knew what he was going to do and understood better what consequences would be caused by what he was about to do.

So before everything really begins, Marashenko still needs to do some trivial preparations.

At night, everything was silent, and the land of Berlin, which had been scorched by the hustle and bustle of cannon fire, began to cool down gradually.

Near the actual control line of the Soviet and German armies in the square building area, they were mortal enemies during the day, fighting for everything for the whole day, but now they were in silence at the same time.

Both sides do not interfere with the river, just like adhering to the final tacit understanding that they did not say clearly but were very clear about.

Even if the Red Army's actual control line and the German Army's actual control line are only apart from one building, they are all hurrying to rest and recuperate. The two armies who are preparing to fight again after the sun rises are still in a peaceful atmosphere and have no intention of fighting.

Only a few street censors that come from time to time in the dark will briefly destroy this silence and seem a bit out of the way.

"Grass-mud horse! Close your mouth, the Russian pig opposite you! Do you cry for your mother in the middle of the night? It's even worse than slaughtering a pig!"

"Fuck your fuck Sukafashi! I have the aura of waiting, and I will put your head down and hang the electric pole tomorrow! Singing is nothing to do! If you have the ability, you can sing too!"

"I'm fucking"

The siege team of the Leading Division siege "seriously disturbed the people". The German army, who had been nervous all day, was frightened by the sudden military songs that suddenly ran into the middle of the night.

One or two hurriedly got up and searched the guy, thinking that it was the Russian who came over in the middle of the night to prepare for the fight, but unexpectedly, it was a false alarm, and I couldn't help but start cursing directly on the spot.

There is no good entertainment method, so the grassroots instructors organize comrades to sing before going to bed, and they can relax as entertainment and morale. The activity that can boost morale has attracted the swearing of the opposite side. The good song "Katyusha" was broken, and it was no different from a mouse falling into the pot.

The leader who presses your dear to the ground during the day must not admit defeat so easily.

If you haven’t lost to you on the battlefield, can you still lose to you in the war of scolding?

Don’t you, Deer, don’t you, like us to sing?

That's just right.

Not only do we have to continue singing, singing loudly, but we also have to sing a few lines to scold you.

Anyway, we are so energetic that we can't say that we are tired and we can't change the group to continue to output. If you have the ability, you Germans will also rotate.

If you don’t accept it, you German guys can search the guys and call him. Who is afraid of whom? If you don’t accept it, let’s see the outcome from the sword and gun.

Seeing that the Russians on the opposite side grew stronger and stronger, not only did they keep calm and also had the momentum of being arrogant and continuing to output.

The Germans, who were so angry that they were almost jumping around with anger, were so angry that they were so angry that they couldn't. They even regretted why they took the initiative to start the film just now and asked those vulgar Russians to disturb the public.

Now, I haven't won the battle, so I don't want to sleep anymore. I'm waiting for the Russians on the other side to engage in rotation tactics. I'll yell you about the Soviet music for a night, "The hair shampoo is a bad butt Suka No."

But how to say it? It should be said that the goddess of luck is still pitiful to the Germans. At least a large number of people who may not be able to survive even twenty-four hours can sleep a little longer on the last night before their death, which is also considered hospice care.

"Look at you, 告子! That's it. Let's go to bed for now! Then wash your neck and wait for your Red Army Grandpa to come tomorrow to get your dog head hanging lamp pole!"

"The Russian pig with grass mud horses in the sunshine!!!"

The incompetence and furiousness are probably the most realistic description of the German army's mood at this moment, because it is really not daring to open their mouths and scold them again, and I can't stand it anymore.

It really made the Russians angry all night and disliked them. Then tomorrow, let alone war, the surviving German troops who seemed to be disbanded all over their bodies. By the way, how many of them could get guns tomorrow? It was still unknown.

Come on, the Russians are powerful, don’t refuse to admit it. It’s not embarrassing to admit the facts.

Everyone smokes a cigarette and washes and goes to bed, ah.

If you don’t have cigarettes, you can take a few sips from others. Even if you don’t suck it, you can suck it next to you and smell it.

Otherwise? What else do you want?

Just do it like this. It’s hard to say whether you can live or not tomorrow. It’s useless to think about so many criticisms, right?

The late-night street curses here have just come to an end. I still know nothing about the episode that happened in the square building area and near the actual control line. At this moment, Marashenko, who is fighting at night in the frontier command post, is still busy with the fact that he must do his own job.

"Yes, understand, Comrade Commander, then everything will be carried out as planned."

"Well, I know. Everything is ready, and now we are just waiting for tomorrow morning. We have occupied a good high-level view. Inside the building, we have established a hidden artillery observation post. The view of the target building is very good and will provide accurate firing coordinates in the gap between fire and reloading."

Marashenko held the telephone and kept nodding. He visited the Cuikov Army Command late at night to inspect. Zhukov, who borrowed the phone to talk to Marashenko, was still speaking.

"No matter how many refugees are allowed to leave that building, Marashenko, the only thing you need to consider is how to complete your own tasks and do what you should do. Once time comes, even if no refugees are released, the shelling will start on time and on time. The enemy must not find that they can take hostages and lead our noses. This is what I hope you understand and pay attention to."

"Once the plan begins, we can't stop or look back, do you understand what this means?"

Zhukov wanted to express the meaning similar to "the arrow is not turned back". It is absolutely not allowed to happen by being held hostage to the human shield.

Marashenko, who clearly knew how many lives he wanted to do, had not been shaken at all, but just held the microphone tighter and stood attentively, and was determined.

"Comrade Commander Rest! I, Malashenko, promised with the honor of the military that the leader will will surely complete the task! That damn broken building that symbolizes the will of Nazi will also fall under our artillery fire, so that all Nazi in Berlin City will know that the time for collapse has arrived. If you continue to resist stubbornly, there is only a dead end and meaningless."

“Is it meaningless?”

Zhukov, on the other end of the phone, asked a rare remark. The last sentence left to Marashenko on the phone after several seconds of silence was a bit intriguing.

"Our enemies have never clearly understood themselves, and maybe this time there will be a different result. Let's see if your plan works, Marashenko."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!