Steel Soviet Union

"Well, that's to be expected. But this is just feedback from the frontline grassroots. I guess the Nazi leaders will have some different views, right now."

After listening to Kulbalov's report, Malashenko did not analyze much. He simply made a comment and then came to the other table.

This luxuriously carved solid wood table was something that existed in the German officers’ club. Of course, the items on the table were also brought by the officers' club, and there was no time to take them away, let alone destroy them - a radio that looked very classy at first glance.

On weekdays, those unhappy German officers who drank and had fun with sluts in their arms usually used this thing to listen to the "teachings" of the Führer or the nonsense of Dr. Goebbels.

But more often than not, they are used to listen to music broadcasts. After all, there are a few female announcers with really good voices, and the songs they sing are much better than the same old records that are boring to listen to. It really cultivates one's sentiments.

As for now?

Now this thing has become Malashenko's best tool for "listening to enemy stations." If you want to know what the Nazi propaganda machine is doing right now, it is obviously the best way to use this thing.

Sizzling——sizzling——

Malashenko turned on the radio and manually tuned the appropriate channel. After a while, he heard an excited and strange scream from the radio that was originally buzzing, as if the wall of the second hospital for mental patients collapsed.

"We, Germany will not fail! The Russians failed to destroy the Führer's giant tower. It was the Führer's wise decision that determined that the zoo's air defense tower had lost its value and was used to show Stalin's minions the indestructible power of the German army, so he personally ordered it. Demolition by the Führer Guards!”

"Germany's spear is better than Germany's shield! The German army is unstoppable and we are invincible! German warriors, the Führer now asks you to continue to fight bravely to practice the great will!"

"All pure Aryans and warriors loyal to the Führer will be upgraded and grit their teeth to fight the Russians to the end! The Führer's power is still radiating to us through the other two towers, and they cannot be destroyed! The Russians have no strength Defeat them! Just like it is impossible to defeat Germany!"

"I am still extremely loyal to the Führer, and I believe that you are the same as me at this moment! I am Goebbels, and I am with all German warriors! March forward, soldiers! For the Führer and victory!"

"What the hell is this Sokka thing talking about? Does he know what the hell he's talking about?"

Any normal person, a normal indigenous person of this era who can understand German.

After understanding the truth and hearing your German guy’s outrageous words of “dead or alive”, most of them will be as “shocked” as Kulbalov now and Lavrinenko who just came in. .

But only Malashenko looked back with a smile on his face.

"Suka, these idiots laughed me to death. This guy's ability to make jokes is truly outstanding.

As a division commander and military chief, he certainly couldn't just laugh at something, and Malashenko would never take it seriously after he finished laughing.

"Okay, we knew these idiots would be so careless. Now that the naughty leaders are so cooperative with us, it's time to implement our next plan."

Malashenko, who was on the front line in the city, confirmed the news and sent a telegram.

Zhukov, who was in the front army headquarters outside the city, also sat in front of the radio and listened to Dr. Huang Goebbels's "classic quotation".

After listening to it, I felt "very emotional". Even Comrade Zhu was so impressed by his ability to talk serious nonsense that he couldn't believe it.

At this time, the telegram sent by Malashenko had been delivered to Zhukov in time.

"Do you want to execute it? Comrade Marshal."

Comrade Chief of Staff, who knew the importance of this matter, asked in a low voice. Zhukov, who was sitting firmly at the table with a golden sword, quickly finished reading at a glance, and then blurted out the calm order without any hesitation.

"Approved! Act as planned and follow Malashenko's requirements."

"Yes, I'll do it right away."

The remaining German soldiers in the city who were deeply entangled in artillery bombardment and death, of course had no idea what the Russian leaders on the opposite side were planning at this moment.

But it didn't matter, because they soon felt the changes happening and were about to witness an even more incredible scene.

"What's going on? Why did those Russians retreat? They were obviously about to die! I almost thought I only had half a minute left to live! Damn it!"

"No, this is not normal! The Russians may be deceitful! They clearly have all the advantages, we have to be careful! There may be another artillery bombardment soon!"

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"Shut up! Your home has been bombed into rubble, and you can only sleep with bricks and scum when you go back! If you cry again, I will stuff my socks into your mouth!"

"Stop making noise! ​​There's something going on! Listen -"

At the forefront of the contact line, there was a German garrison building that had just ended the battle.

It was so unexpected to end the noisy shouting and quarreling of the German troops in the building. The huge figure that came from the horizon and was not too high from the ground had already arrived in the sky with the roar of four Soviet imitation American engines.

"Damn it! Is that something from the Russians? The Russians also have such a big bomber???"

"Shasen! Those Ansa pigheads would rather cooperate with the Russians than help us. They are simply traitors!"

"But shouldn't these things come in groups? Why is there only one?"

"You summoned one of these things just by sending a telegram? I think it is better to continue the attack. The commander of the leadership division is too shameless."

Of course, it was not just the Germans who were surprised as to why there was only one. Even Lavrinenko, who was looking at the scenery from the window with Malashenko, had the same questions and more or less "strange" thoughts. Although that It's just a joke.

But looking back at our Comrade Lao Ma, he is really calm and relaxed, looking at ease and in control. He looks at the lonely Pei-8 in the sky as if he has seen something extraordinary. He speaks with a mysterious smile. Then he blurted out.

"Remember this moment, brother. This is called no routine, it's all hard work."

"What???"

Lavrinenko didn't wait for the question-filled words to come to light.

The plane in the sky was already flying at a relatively low altitude, near the center of Berlin. Because the zoo's air defense tower was destroyed, most of the German city defense forces were crushed, and Berlin Airport had already fallen. The Pe-8 bombers, which had almost no need to worry about any external attacks, had begun to make noise in the sky.

However, the sound was not the roar of a heavy aerial bomb as it fell, but a super-giant sounder, or giant speaker, that was directly exposed as soon as the bomb bay on the belly of the aircraft was opened. It was so big that it could accommodate it. The entire bomb bay of the 5-ton gas tank.

Moreover, as soon as this giant pronunciator started broadcasting, just the first sentence of the electronic voice resounded over the entire city of Berlin, and the decibel level was even loud enough to cover up the roar of four engines. It was like Lavrinian was in suspense Comrade Ke was so shocked that his eyes darkened and his jaw dropped to the ground.

"German soldiers and foreign fighters guarding the city of Berlin, I am Marshal Paulus, commander of the Sixth Army of the Wehrmacht who fought alongside you."