Steel Soviet Union

Unlike ordinary Red Army soldiers, Alsim is accustomed to treating the battlefield as his own hunting ground.

He always felt that everything now was no different from the days when he was living like a baby and drinking blood. Especially after seeing what Nazu did, Alsim felt that the beasts he hunted just changed from crawling on four legs to walking on two legs. In the final analysis, they were all the same.

It is precisely because he regards the battlefield as a hunting ground that Alsim always habitually talks about his "major principles" of hunting. No matter whether people around him like to hear it or not, he always has a very loyal person on his left and right. The audience - his company deputy comrades.

"Well, it's a pity that you can still sell the meat at the market after hunting. But no one wants the smelly meat when you sell it. It can only fertilize the land."

The company deputy comrade who caught Alsim's words just now made a "hell joke" as a signal, pulled up the bench, sat down, and began to change the magazine of the AK that had already warned of the remaining ammunition capacity in his hand, while busy with his hands. He muttered as he moved, not taking the German corpses that were still warm at his feet seriously.

"Then you're wrong. Aren't these scumbags worth a lot of money? You can exchange this pile of stinky meat and heads for military merit. Just imagine that when the war is over, you can get a lot of benefits and treatment. Yes. No one will be treated badly by anyone who has gained military honors, but I am very relieved about this. The good days are still ahead for you, let’s wait and see.”

He casually picked up a bloody German steel helmet lying on the table that had been pierced by a bullet and used it as an ashtray. He stretched out his hand to look at the cigarette ashes flicking inside. Alsim's words actually attracted the attention of someone on the other side of the table who had just inserted the gun into the casing. The magazine's company officer became interested.

"What about you? After all your military achievements, you plan to go back to your hometown to hunt. You have no pursuit at all and don't even want to be an official. Don't you think it will make others feel embarrassed? If others ask me in the future, your old superiors will You went back to the poor mountains to hunt, how can you be an official in a big city, what do you want me to say? "

More than half of the cigarette was smoked out at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only the last two or three puffs. Alsim, holding the cigarette in his mouth and exhaling fairy air, responded to the questions.

"They can say whatever they like, who is the elder? Everyone has their own choice, and I choose to go back to my previous life, and they have nothing to do with it. Comrade division commander still wants to go home and farm after the war, they If you have the ability, just talk about your comrade. What the hell is this little company commander? It’s not like you have the ability to criticize me.”

"Captain Little Fart?"

Hearing this, Lian Ming smiled helplessly, shook his head slowly and then spoke.

"That's because you refused to be promoted, just to be able to fight on the front line. If you really want to be promoted, let alone battalion commander, I guess you have become a regiment commander now. How can you fight with someone like me? Kill, what did Comrade Commander say? Tie your belt around your head."

"It's about putting your head in your waistband and risking your life."

Seeing that the good company deputy brother who had a poor memory and was "not loyal enough" to his comrade, the division commander, was telling the truth, Alsim, who was 120% "absolutely loyal" to the comrade, the division commander, directly interrupted and corrected him. He noticed his good brother's slip of the tongue, put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, stood up and spoke.

"What can I do? This is what I was born to do. I can't learn the knowledge, I don't understand the techniques, and I can't bear the temper if I am asked to work safely. After thinking about it, I can only think about it. This life of living rough and drinking blood is suitable for me. As the teacher and comrade said, "Put your head on your belt and risk your life." I am that kind of person. "

"In the past, now and in the future, I don't want to end up hanging on a hospital bed with a sling bottle. People like us, even if we don't die on the battlefield, we will probably die in the mouth of a wild beast. Comrade Alsim's voice is full of legend and violence. Damn that bullshit glory. I just like killing. What the hell? I really hope that future generations can judge me like this. If I insist on having any last wish, this is it. "

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Childhood growth experience is enough to determine a person's future and life-long development trajectory.

Obviously, the childhood experience of Alsim, who was born in the poor and dangerous place in Far Eastern Siberia, was "not good", at least in the eyes of ordinary people. It had nothing to do with what ordinary little kids should do. As for How he feels about it is another matter.

Look at what Alsim is like now, and then think about what he experienced as a child and teenager, you will know that "childhood determines a person's future to a large extent", and that is true.

"Okay, it's time. Pack your things and get ready to continue working! Lift your buttocks and be alert. There are a lot of naughty bitches ahead of us, waiting for us to kill them."

"Fuck you, I can't wait!"

"Hey, let's have a competition to see who kills more people by nightfall. How about we bet on the cigarette ration for a week?"

What kind of commander brings out what kind of soldiers? This is true at any time.

With a "big brother" like Alsim who licks blood from a knife and chews gum as uncomfortable as chewing, and the more he chews, the more addicted he becomes, what will it be like for these combat engineers who are "veteran scoundrels" under his command? It can be imagined with just a little thought.

Different from Alsim's "weak-legged background", the company deputy comrade who has been partnering with Alsim for a long time is a serious graduate of the Infantry Department of the Military Academy, and he is also the fifth "top talent" in his class.

I remember when I first teamed up with Alsim, the company deputy comrade who was still young and energetic when he first arrived, and Alsim, a veteran ruffian, couldn't even pee in the same pot.

The company deputy comrade felt that it was "immoral" for Alsim to lead the team in this way. The leadership division is a heroic team and a legendary team. It should establish a positive and positive image so that the soldiers can fight with faith and not for "I." Just fight with the goal of killing more fucking Nazis.”

On the other hand, Alsim's side also acted like "You don't look down on me, and I fucking look down on you, you idiot."

The sentence "I lead the troops this way. If you don't accept it, go report it to the division commander, or get the hell out of here and stop messing around with me." Even the deputy comrade choked and didn't even catch his breath. Blushing and thick neck.

Haruka recalled those past events, and then looked at the company that he had been "assimilated" by Alsim, and that this company was also his "home".

Comrade Lian Fu couldn't help but sigh at the magic of fate and time, but he smiled helplessly, and then a sincere word came out quietly from the bottom of his heart.

"Forget it, there's nothing wrong with this. If everything develops in the ideal direction, humans won't even have to fight."