Steel Soviet Union

Everyone thought that there was only one gunman at the end of the corridor, and the enemy seemed to have no reason not to fire at the same time, at least according to common sense.

However, the cruel reality proved once again that everyone was wrong, and very wrong.

That is to say, when the soldiers began to grasp the steel guns in their hands tightly and the cat lowered his body and rushed forward, a vague figure with only a rough outline flashed again in the darkness at the end of the corridor, holding the gun tightly in his hand. The weapon spurted out fierce and fiery tongues of fire before the warriors could react.

Da da da da da——

"Well"

"Encountered an enemy! There is another one, shoot! Shoot! Shoot quickly!!!"

"Covering fire!!!"

What happened in the blink of an eye was too sudden and fleeting. The soldiers who saw the comrades rushing at the front were shot and fell to the ground followed closely, loudly reminding the comrades further behind that their hands were full of bullets. AK immediately pulled the trigger, spitting out blazing tongues of fire and heading straight into the darkness.

"Come on! Get them all and destroy them!"

At this point, Varosha knew that there was no need to conduct any more covert raids.

The planned covert raid was caught off guard by the cunning enemy. Varosha didn't even have time to judge whether what happened in front of him was deliberate or because of something else.

The reason is not important at this time.

The most important thing was to rush forward and kill these bastards who dared to pull off any dirty tricks. If so many people continued to stay in this unobstructed corridor, they would only become targets.

Whether you are willing or not, rushing upward is the best and only available tactic at the moment.

"Fire at will! Shoot them all!"

The world at the end of the corridor was dark, and it was impossible to see anything. With only the flashlight light as a light source that could not illuminate all the darkness, the soldiers could not see clearly everything in front of them. Varosha, who roared loudly, did not have time to hesitate, and directly jumped over Malashenko and issued the order to kill without mercy.

In fact, even if Malashenko issues an order, he will probably have the same tone and meaning as Varosha.

When things develop to this point, you don't have any extra thoughts or free time to think about other things. Prioritizing the lives of your own people is the top priority.

A whole level ahead of the submachine guns of this era, the AK is indeed powerful in firepower and is worthy of the title of epoch-making light weapon.

The ferocious spitting out medium-power rifle bullets release devastating destructive power. Everywhere the bullets hit are torn and broken wounds and bullet marks, regardless of whether the final target is a wall or flesh and blood, The results are the same.

A furious short-distance charge ended quickly. After a comrade was knocked down, the remaining soldiers rushed forward crazily despite the enemy's unknown firepower. The final victory obviously belonged to the Red Army.

"They are all dead, two people in total, just these two, comrade division commander."

The light from the flashlight shone on the dark ground, lighting up the two bodies lying on the ground that were still warm.

No matter how many bullets he was hit, his whole body had been turned into a hornet's nest, full of bullet holes. The blood rushing in his body was like underground water pouring out of a spout, and it flowed all over the ground. He was hit by five or six AKs. The consequences of emptying the magazine in fully automatic mode are so miserable.

Malashenko, who was standing next to Varosha, looked at the two corpses at his feet. He squinted his eyes and looked at them carefully for a while before speaking.

"A thin man, in his forties, and a fat man. Are these the physical characteristics you obtained during the preliminary examination?"

Of course Varosha knew what Malashenko meant and who Comrade Comrade Commander was referring to, so he quickly blurted out his answer after thinking for a moment.

"If nothing else, it's these two bastards, and they are still stubbornly resisting! They really deserve to be beaten into a hornet's nest, bah!"

A battle that originally seemed to have no problems suddenly unexpectedly killed someone. This made Varosha, who was responsible for leading the infantry battle, feel very angry and unhappy. Especially since this battle took place under the premise that the comrade division commander personally accompanied the team to supervise the battle, it must be said that such an unexpected situation made Varosha feel like he was embarrassed in front of the comrade division commander.

The soldiers scattered, searching the small house at the end of the corridor for any other dangers or new discoveries. Malashenko, still holding the AK in his hand, looked at the two corpses at his feet, and there was an indescribable feeling lingering in his heart.

To be honest, Malashenko really felt that beating these two fools to death on the spot instead of capturing them alive was a bit too cheap for these two bastards.

According to the original plan, Malashenko originally wanted to capture these two bastards alive, and then take them out and hand them over to Vatutin to deal with personally or hold something like a public trial to judge the crimes of these two evil bandit leaders. He has committed numerous crimes, and in the end, he can be shot with an electric pole or directly shot, whichever is fine.

Even if one dies in the end, the method of death is different and the final impact is also different.

To put it bluntly, the two bandit leaders were beaten to death like this. This was the most meaningless way to die.

Of course, the "meaning" here is for Comrade Ma.

For these two bitches themselves, there is actually not much difference in how they die. On the contrary, it may be better to die happily like this with less long-term pain than short-term pain.

"Oh! God! Starlin bless you, look! Nothing's wrong with you, brother!"

Malashenko, who was about to order the body to be brought up for final inspection and confirmation, had not had time to speak when a burst of exclamation suddenly came from the corridor behind him where the battle had just taken place.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, you were shot seven times! None of them hurt you. You will have something to brag about in the future!"

The exclamations coming from the corridor continued. These were the soldiers who were accompanying the assault team. They were speaking one word at a time. Malashenko could hear and confirm this.

Malashenko, who became increasingly curious, simply walked towards the corridor, wanting to see with his own eyes what was going on.

When Malashenko actually walked up to him and confirmed the real situation with his eyes, this unexpected situation really surprised Comrade Ma.

"Holy shit! Is this fucking okay? This is outrageous! This guy's belief in his loving father is definitely strong enough!"