Steel Soviet Union

"Damn, woman!? Why are there so many women in this place?"

Alsim was surprised when he witnessed the scene in front of him, and so was the deputy comrade who came in behind him, and even spoke in surprise before Alsim.

Right in front of you, in the small basement at the end of the staircase corridor.

A group of women dressed in white were huddled together, huddled in the corner of the basement to be precise, huddled together in panic and trembling, and looking at the heavily armed men at the stairs with fearful looks. . Even without any words to modify it, it is enough to see the truest emotions from their actions.

They were so scared that they could no longer speak. They only dared to look at this group of foreign people of the opposite sex who had been labeled "scary" while trembling.

And the "existences" in this basement are obviously not just these women who are so frightened that they are completely helpless.

On the ground were rows of bodies lying on stretchers, most of them dead, and a few still struggling to breathe their last breath.

But looking at the blood-stained clothes and bandages, there wasn't much medical equipment at the scene that seemed to be able to provide adequate treatment. Even the remaining wounded who could barely hold their breath probably didn't have much time left. They needed to be put here. It won't be long before you join the "corpse army."

The uniforms worn by these dead people and those who are running toward death are silently telling their common identity, the German Wehrmacht Army Armed Forces.

Maybe they were just students, shop assistants, workers, postmen, or some other occupation not long ago, and it may not even be a month before they put on these clothes.

But now, they are all corpses.

"Hey, that"

The company lieutenant on the side was still counting the number of corpses on the ground. It seemed that he was planning to go up there and check to see if there were any high-ranking officials. He did not take those women seriously.

Alsim, on the other hand, noticed something different: a German man obviously wearing an officer's uniform was sitting in a back chair, lying on the table with his head tilted and falling asleep. I don’t know if he really drank too much and knocked himself over on the spot or if he was pretending to be asleep. In short, there were indeed more than a dozen empty wine bottles lying around on the table. Who knows if he drank alone or if it was something else.

"Um."

Needless to say, the company officer who had a high degree of tacit understanding with Alsim naturally knew what he should do. After Alsim's signal, he picked up the things in his hands and walked forward slowly while maintaining high alertness. , approaching the sleeping German officer from the back.

“This bastard Suka is dead, he destroyed himself.

As soon as he walked in front of him, he already noticed something was wrong. This guy didn't have the chest heaving that a normal person would have at all. He looked more like a plastic store dummy than a living person.

Take another look at the table, okay.

A large puddle of blood had already flowed out of the blood hole on the table. The right hand beside his head still held a Walther P38 pistol, which was the standard sidearm of German officers.

Realizing that this was a non-threatening dead person, the company officer boldly stretched out his hand to grab the corpse's shoulders, and pulled it back with a little force. The stiff corpse with the blooming Tianling Cap was directly pulled back and leaned on the chair. The neck even remained rigid on the table, and the head seemed to be welded to the neck without any movement.

Have you seen the movie "House of Wax"? If you apply another layer of wax to the German skin, it will be exactly the same, and there will be no problem at all.

"It must have been at least an hour or more. It won't be like this within an hour."

These combat engineer veterans, who have come into contact with more corpses than forensic doctors in peacetime, are already full of experience after a long period of hard work. They can already estimate the time of death just by looking at the softness and hardness of the corpse. , at least until the corpse becomes stinky and decomposed beyond recognition.

An hour is quite clever. What was the leader doing an hour ago?

Alsim remembered that at that time, he had probably just finished beating the last wave of Germans, and under the sound of rockets raining across the sky, he took a infantry tank to the next combat area.

Who would have thought that the German guy who seemed to have fighting spirit at that time, but was actually a die-hard, had a mental breakdown, and had actually started to get himself drunk to offset the fear of committing suicide.

It can only be said that the collapse of the will probably comes earlier than the collapse of the battle line. In most cases, the mental collapse precedes the physical body, and the dual collapse of the spirit and the body is reflected in the concrete reality as the collapse of the battle line. The collapse of the will is exactly The original origin of it all.

In this battle, the Germans did not lose unjustly.

After all, when he thinks he can't win and is just stalling for time, then he really can't win, at least for his personal war.

"So these naughty bitches have been hiding in this smelly basement for so long guarding such a pile of stinky meat? From the looks of it, they must have been here a long time ago, and there are still traces of rescue and treatment."

The so-called traces of rescue and treatment are just some medical waste randomly placed and discarded on the ground, hemostatic forceps, bandages, and some bottles and jars of used disinfectant. This damn place doesn't even have a decent operating table. It's more accurate and appropriate to say it's a treatment room in a field hospital, rather than a "hospice room and morgue" combined in one.

Just because of this place, you still want to bring people back from death?

Stop talking about it. Moderately wounded people will soon turn into severely wounded people if they are brought here and then die violently into corpses. This damn place is even in short supply of things to stop bleeding. Otherwise, there would not be several German corpses with wounds torn from their clothes instead of bandages.

"There's nothing of value, it's all casualty reports and death lists, this is a list of medical supplies."

"Zero, zero, zero, they're all zeros. Do these poor Germans wipe their butts with their own clothes? Why don't they all have zeros on them?"

In his hand, he held a pile of bloody documents that he had collected from the table where the German committed suicide. He flipped through them briefly and found that they were worthless. After complaining, he handed them to Alsim's hand.

"With so much commotion up there, these girls have nowhere to go. Where can they go except stay here?"

The rumble of gunfire from above the ground still echoed in the basement. From time to time, it shook the dust on the ceiling and shook the not-so-bright lights, creating an atmosphere a bit like a horror hospital morgue.

It's just that these Slavic men, whose cumulative kill numbers combined could kill two companies of Germans, didn't care at all and were even more fearless.

"Go up and check to see if there are any high-ranking officials among the dead, and then ask those ladies to deal with it."