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... r. Commander.”
“Those filthy Soviets…”
Model muttered to himself.
They pretended to be friendly, offering a ceasefire negotiation and a birthday gift, and then they pulled such a cheap trick?
Was it because they couldn’t win fair and square on the battlefield?
The young frontline commander, what was his name, Chernyakhovsky?
He had an honest and diligent impression, so Model didn’t suspect him much. But just in case, he had fed some of the chocolat ...
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