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On this night, from Volgograd to Berlin, some insignificant things happened in Europe-about a hundred dead ghosts woke up. Compared with the recent frequent vampire killings, it is really not worth mentioning.

This whole little act of recovery came to an end as the last Panther tank took shape wrapped in phosphorous fire on the heights outside Berlin.Finally, somewhere in western Germany, more than 100 skeletons wrapped in phosphorous fire stood quietly between tanks and armored vehicles, just as they were when they were preparing for the inspection.

"As a result, there are only two Tiger Kings, one Black Panther, two Stalkers and one Grizzly after the legend revives? Plus six 251s and nine trucks... 100 Many dead ghost grenadiers, headed by the burning ghost Shut Kehaojian and the canned collector Kuangyang... Fortunately, there are two snipers who were blown to pieces in the forest , but there are three imperial tank aces here, me, Dick Carl and Longinus, if it is really during the war, this battle group can last for a few days." Fafnir looked at the group of dead in front of him. Spirits.These guys are obviously very excited to be able to return to this world again, these guys are so eager to continue fighting and killing in their lifetime.

"I said, you guys, are you still thinking of fulfilling your previous wish?" Fafnir roared like this, but seeing the burning red phosphorous fire in the eye sockets of those dead ghosts after turning around, he finally couldn't Fanier also twisted his smile.

"So! First of all, Stalingrad! Let us complete the campaign goal in one go! We did not rush to the Volga River 57 years ago, this time we must reach the goal set by the generals!" Fafnir got into his tank, With half of their body exposed outside the turret, they shouted loudly, "Tank! Go ahead!" Following the cheers, the group of undead soldiers jumped into their chariots and drove out one by one. The sound of the engine and singing suddenly disappeared on the road.

With the gloomy singing, a group of "ancient" tanks appeared on the outskirts of Volgograd with phosphorous fire. They formed a battle formation, their tracks rumbled through the road surface, and rushed towards Volgograd.

Along the way, they successfully crushed several cars and buses whose drivers and passengers had fled. The sound of the tank engine could not be heard hundreds of meters away. Only the deaf would not be able to hear it. A few hundred meters away is enough to make ordinary people run the shit out of them. . . . . . .The local police who tried to block it also quickly turned the front of the car and turned in at full speed.

This group of guys stopped advancing all the way to the edge of the Volga River in the city. No one dared to come out to stop them along the way, and no good citizen dared to open the doors and windows to take a look, not even a policeman.

The stopped tank opened the hatch, and the skeleton soldiers who jumped from the accompanying armored vehicle also watched the tankers face to face, dumbfounded. . . . . . .

"Isn't there supposed to be a group of morons shouting 'Ulla' coming up to fight us? Why can't even see an armed civilian?! Where are the enemy tanks? Self-propelled artillery and infantry?! Why are they all gone?! This is still from the Soviet Union Is it Stalingrad? Fafnir, what's going on here?" Dikkar, who leaned out from another King Tiger, expressed the feelings of his companions.

Fafnir said with a wry smile: "I haven't had time to tell you that the red enemy is harder than you gang of dead ghosts... There is no Soviet Red Army now, and this city They only rely on the police to defend. There is no guard tank army anymore. Hahahaha." All the undead were dumbfounded.

It’s just that they opened their doors once after all, and Grizzly used artillery to destroy an Orthodox church in the city—the reason was that a few priests ran out of the church, waving the holy light from the cross and causing discomfort to those dead spirits.

They left what was once known as Stalingrad and disappeared like a mist before the first rays of morning sun.

In the afternoon of the second day, the sky was covered by dark clouds like lead blocks, and the avenues of Berlin seemed to return to 55 years ago—the King Tiger tank led many old-fashioned chariots slowly advancing on the avenue, while the tanks The skeletons wearing the military uniforms of the Third Reich are walking next to them. These skeletons wrapped in phosphorous fire are still holding their own weapons, which creates a very good clearing effect. . . . . . . . .

Countless people are praying to God - after they have seen such things beyond common sense.And there are also very brave reporters who set up cameras to broadcast this scene to the whole world. No policeman tried to stop these ghosts, even though they used their crawlers to crush the road under the Bodhi Tree Street into ditches.

"I said, this can be regarded as satisfying our desire for the Battle of Berlin? Fafnir. Where are those who fought with us in Berlin? Although the Empire has been defeated for 55 years, is there no one who can let us Can you feel the passion of fighting again?" Longinus, with half a skeleton in military uniform exposed on the turret of the Panther tank that charged ahead, said by radio.

"You don't need to think about the Soviet Red Army. But it is estimated that the fighting desire of you group of dead ghosts will be satisfied soon. I think the Thirteenth Section of the Vatican will come to satisfy you. Look, their helicopters have arrived."

With the sound of the helicopter's engine, groups of people in black costumes landed with weapons.A middle-aged man with a golden hair recited with a loudspeaker: "We ask ourselves what are you? We are Escariot, Escariot's Judas. But Escariot, what are you holding in your right hand? It is a short knife and poison. But Escalio, what are you holding in your left hand? Thirty silver coins and straw ropes. But Escalio, what are you? We are apostles and we are not apostles. A believer is not a believer, a believer and not a believer, a traitor and not a traitor. We have only one thing to worship, but to bow down, to beseech the mercy of the Lord, just to bow down, to punish those who rebel against the Lord. In the dark night We wield a dagger in the middle of the night, throw poison into the supper, and become soldiers of death. We are the dead, we are the throng of the dead. We are the assassins, we are the Judas of Escarioth. When the time comes, we Throw thirty silver coins to the place of the gods. Hang us with straw ropes, and we will go to hell together as disciples. Form a team and form an array, and we only wish to fight against six evil spirits in hell at 740!"

"Look, the target of the battle is here. Although it can't be compared with the red army back then, it can still be fought. Xiutekhaojian! Yang! The grenadiers are handed over to you! Send a few people to go out Compete for us! Karl! Start shooting!" Fafnir gave an order over the radio.

The sound of tearing linen was heard, and the bullets splashed on the opposite knights like a torrential rain with faint will-o'-the-wisps. . . . . . . . .