Author: Corgi

The convoy slowly stopped downstairs of the Frontier Command, which was originally a German officers' club near the prime location of Berlin city center. After being captured by the leader's division, it became the Frontier Command personally selected by Malashenko.

In the words of the teacher, you Germans spent all day singing and dancing in Berlin, making such a corruption of wine and meat forest for enjoyment. Now that the Red Army has liberated this place, what’s wrong with using it? Doesn’t it just mean that the transformation of Nazi Creation has been thoroughly transformed?

It just so happens that there are all kinds of facilities in this place that are quite complete, so it is really suitable to be used as a division command center.

The rest of the leadership teams of the division headquarters, including the political commissar, simply agreed with Malashenko's suggestion. Only you, the senior officials, have made the interior of this place magnificent and magnificent, which is somewhat incompatible with the "hard and simple" style of the leader.

As soon as Malashenko got off the car, he stood at the entrance of the building and waited for the man who had been waiting for a long time, he immediately stepped forward and spoke immediately.

"How is it? When will the attack be taken?"

"Observation? Well. No, if we don't attack for the time being, we have more important things to do than attack."

"What's more important?"

When Ravrenenko, who was waiting for Marashenko to come back and give off the offensive order, heard this, he became anxious on the spot.

Now that we have reached this point, what else can we do is more important than sending Nazi to hell quickly?

Seeing that the entire southern Berlin district was almost done and was just a short distance from the core area of ​​the city center, the "sitting war" suddenly began, and it was called "momental war" and it was called "more important things to do. If Lafrienko was not in a hurry, it would be strange.

"I said, it's time now, Nazi is just a breath. Hurry up and kill Suka! This is all at this point, what else can be more important than killing these beasts and bastards?"

Malashenko did inform Lavrienko and the entire division leadership team of his plan, but not all of it.

To be precise, only two people know the full version of the plan.

Marashenko and Zhukov.

Any third party except these two people have little understanding of this. To be precise, it should be based on the upcoming step to report on the situation. This is the case.

So, at this point, of course, Marashenko, who can tell the next plan, has not continued to hide it, and there is indeed no need for this.

"Let's go up and say. Let's gather everyone together and let's have a small meeting."

"Ah, have a meeting? OK, then let's go, I'll call someone."

As soon as Malashenko went upstairs, he entered the small conference hall. In fact, it was a small conference hall transformed by the Nazi officers hugged the sluts and drank, and sat down first and lit a cigarette for himself. Then he began to look through the reports he had just taken in, and seized the fragmented time to sign a few words first, otherwise there would be a headache if there were too many documents piled up and a mountain.

After waiting for Lavrinenko, who was going to call people, called all the political commissar and the chief of staff, he glanced at Marashenko, who was still missing, and then asked a question.

"Where are Kurbalov and Valosha? What are they doing?"

"Kurbalov went down to inspect the troops. He just left, and you came back. It was not a coincidence. Valosha."

"Hmm? What's wrong with Valosha?"

Seeing that Ravrenenko was a little reluctant to speak but couldn't speak, Marashenko, who felt something was wrong, immediately asked repeatedly, but fortunately, the questioning was indeed effective.

"That guy gave someone a little nurse's belly bigger. This morning, the little nurse fell and shed a pool of blood on the spot. When Valosha heard this, he immediately put down the work in his hand and went to the field hospital. I called and asked about the result that it had not come out yet."

"I thought about waiting for him to come and waste time, so I told his deputy that he would call the division headquarters when he came back. There was no need to call now. I would do his business first."

".ha?"

When Marashenko heard this news, he felt that 114,514 question marks suddenly appeared on his head, and 1919,810 question marks could not appear because of his brain overload. He was speechless and fucking shocked.

"When did this happen? How long has he been fucking someone's stomach been? Why didn't I hear any news? Do you all know about it and then I don't know that I still hide it from me? Ah?"

Marashenko said "Ah?" and asked everyone present, looking at each other, not knowing what to say. In the end, the only political commissar who remained calm took the initiative to speak to Marashenko.

"You misunderstood that everyone here, including me, only knows about this today. Comrade Valosha has done a good job of keeping confidentiality."

".I'm fucking Suka."

Malashenko just called speechless but didn't know what to say, and reached out to cover his forehead, while the political commissar's remarks continued.

"I probably checked it. The young nurse is from Buryat. She is from a poor and innocent family. Her parents make a living by animal husbandry, and her background is not a problem."

"As for when Valosha and her started, the specific time is not clear yet. The approximate time that can be verified is that at the end of last year, someone witnessed them being together. It is estimated that the actual time should be earlier than this, after all, the child is more than eight months old."

".No, why is this fucking?"

The more I listened, the more outrageous he became, Malashenko felt that he was too impressed. Only after he had a little bit of correction of his thoughts could he speak more logically and clearly.

"No, his son Valosha has gone to school, and his daughter will call him dad. His wife takes two children alone and waits for him to return home after the war. As a result, he is on the front line to contribute to the recovery of the motherland's population???"

I really couldn't find an appropriate way to describe it. After holding it in a few moments, Marashenko, who had just put it into his last sentence, could be seen as giving Valosha a face and didn't want to speak too badly.

Before Malashenko could finish his speech, the political commissar who had been silent for a while had spoken again.

"Well, this is true, but the teacher must also consider his own situation. What should I do if Valosha says I firmly follow the teacher and learn from him?"

"."

"Damn Suka! I didn't get Anya's stomach"

Halfway through speaking, Malashenko couldn't continue to say that, and the comrade who cursed her must not be the political commissar. It was just a way to express emotions, that's all.

"Forget it, let's go! Let's leave this matter first, and I will deal with him after the Berlin war is over! What else is there? How is the situation of that young nurse? Is it life-threatening? What about the child?"
Chapter completed!