Steel Soviet Union

"No one really knows how long this battle lasted, and the sense of time in this place, on the outskirts of October State Farm, has been diluted to its lowest point, almost extinct.

"This is not so much a battlefield as a slaughterhouse. What I mean is that it is not targeted at one of the warring parties alone, but a slaughterhouse where soldiers and soldiers from both warring parties are together. The killing rate here is probably faster than that in Europe. Pigs are killed even faster in the most efficient slaughterhouses, and I have never seen human life so worthless, if human life can really be bought with money.”

"Someone is dying every minute and every second. The corpses of dead soldiers are spread all over the battlefield. A little carelessness may cause the living people to trip. The blood flows freely on the ground and pools together. , there are so many blood pools one after another that they are almost too numerous to count.”

"There are almost as many destroyed tank wrecks as corpses, and most of them are our tank wrecks. The performance of Russian tanks is far better than ours. For every one of their heavy tanks destroyed, we have to pay for three or even four. The cost of a tank.”

"After the fighting distance was shortened, our tanks used their maneuverability advantages to slightly reverse the situation of the battle, but it only reduced the losses to a slightly smaller amount."

"It is still not an easy task to penetrate the Russian heavy tanks in close combat. If the angle is too large, even if the angle of vertical incidence is just a little bit different, our artillery shells will be hit by these Russian heavy tanks. The defensive armor was easily blown away. They were really terrifying steel monsters! I had never thought of facing such an opponent before."

The early morning sunlight shines into the office from the window, making the smooth mirror-like surface shine brightly and reflect a bright pale golden light.

A lieutenant colonel of the U.S. Army Armor, wearing a straight uniform, sat behind his desk. His experience of serving in the U.S. Army's 1st Armored Division and fighting on the Western Front gave him considerable practical experience, and he knew very well that he had once served as a soldier. How difficult it is for the opponent's German armored forces to deal with it.

The not-so-distant future has begun to take shape, and the clouds of a new ideological contest and confrontation have shrouded Europe and are about to begin.

Lieutenant Colonel Collier was ordered to prepare for the upcoming conflict that might break out. At this point, he believed that the Germans who had been facing the Russians for many years had the most rich experience and were worth learning from.

Although he himself did not look down on these scumbags of the SS, in fact after liberating those horrific Nazi concentration camps, looking at the entire US military battle sequence, no one was dissatisfied with these bastard bugs in human skins. Feeling disgusted and disgusted.

But the mission is the mission, and the job is the job. Lieutenant Colonel Collier, who puts himself in the position of a serious soldier, knows that he should not put personal emotions above the mission. No matter how much I hate this bunch of garbage with human faces and animal hearts, I still have to have the respect I deserve. After all, telling the truth or mixing in subtle lies depends entirely on the personal wishes of the guy opposite.

In other words, I still need something from him, and I can't just demote him to be worthless, at least not until he completely loses his use value.

"I hear you, Mr. Heinrich, now let's talk about something else."

The two guards responsible for security stood behind the SS armored soldier in civilian clothes. Even though the guy was unarmed and unarmed, the two guards never put down the Thompson submachine guns in their hands. I know that the subject of today's interrogation is not a random little character picked up on the roadside.

After all, apart from this guy, you will most likely not find another SS armored soldier who can escape from the war-torn city of Berlin in disguise and travel to the Western Front to surrender.

"At the beginning of the conversation, you seemed to have mentioned that the crew you were in at the time also participated in this battle."

"Now I hope you can tell me some details, such as how you participated in this battle, and how those Russians dealt with you? Focus on the tactics and details of the engagement, Mr. Heinrich, this is The point is, I think it would be better for both of us if it was done sooner.”

Guessing that the arrogant American in front of him might ask such a question, Heinrich, who had already compiled the answer in his mind, blurted it out.

"I was not the commander at the time, but the driver of the Tiger tank. I followed Michel Wittmann and obeyed his command. Do you know him?"

Heinrich just mentioned it casually unintentionally. Up to now, he still has feelings for his old superior Wittmann who led him to fight for a long time and taught him what to do as a commander. The deep feelings of old comrades-in-arms naturally let alone negative emotions such as resentment.

But obviously, Lieutenant Colonel Collier sitting behind the desk didn't think so.

"Yes, of course I know. How could we not know about such a famous person?"

Lieutenant Colonel Collier sorted out the documents he had brought with him, found a report he needed and placed it on the table in front of him. He looked at the text above and confirmed the details that already existed in his mind before speaking again. .

"There are not many SS armored personnel who have been brainwashed by the Russians to incite rebellion, especially one from the SS-Legend Guard Division."

"Your old commander is now working for the Russians in the east. I heard that Malashenko, who can make you tremble just by saying his name, is preparing to form a new German armored force, but he is just under the influence of The puppet army controlled by the Soviet Union. Your old commander Wittmann is there, an obedient shepherd dog raised by Malashenko. What do you think of that? "

At this point, Heinrich, who was sitting in the chair without moving his power, obviously frowned in the direction of Lieutenant Colonel Collier, but his expression was very subtle. If you didn't look carefully, you would hardly notice it. Nothing unusual.

"That's your business. I will cooperate with your work, but please don't interfere with my personal emotions."

Such an answer was expected. Lieutenant Colonel Collier just held his chin in one hand and kept turning the pen in his other hand, preparing to write it down himself.

"Let's get back to the topic, Mr. Heinrich, we don't have any extra time to waste. I think you haven't had breakfast yet? Aren't you hungry?"

Americans' way of speaking always feels like talking to each other. Heinrich is still not used to this kind of conversation, but he still knows what he should say next.

"We received orders to charge and prepare for the final blow against the Russian positions. When we arrived at the position, the fighting was still going on, but it was almost over."