Steel Soviet Union

An entire offensive force coordinated by infantry and tanks continued to advance forward. Soldiers holding assault rifles followed closely behind their own tanks, carefully and vigilantly staring at every building along the surrounding streets.

As they walked, they saw a soldier gradually stop and come to a pile of blazing humanoid flames that were roaring and wailing. He raised the assault rifle in his hand and was about to pull the trigger.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

A big hand stretched out from behind and pressed the barrel of the gun, preventing him from continuing to raise the gun and aim.

The soldier who didn't know why looked back and saw a fierce man wearing armor and a stubble looking at him with a slightly teasing look. He didn't know why and just subconsciously replied.

"Kill him and give him a good time."

The burning thing on the ground still has a breath left. It is estimated that even without manual intervention, it will only be alive for ten seconds or less at most.

Alsim, who had completely different ideas from the soldier, smiled and shook his head. He pressed the gun barrel with his right hand even more forcefully, completely pressing the gun down before stopping.

"Save your bullets. This guy's life is measured in seconds. This combustible garbage can't afford to waste a bullet of the motherland."

It seemed to be in response to Alsim's words.

Before Alsim finished speaking, and not even two seconds after he said it, the human-shaped flames that were still fluttering on the ground not long ago finally stopped moving and turned into a pile of motionless things just like Alsim said. The "combustible garbage" was used as fuel to support the still burning flames, using the corpse oil continuously refined by the flames.

"Look, what did I just say?"

Alsim, who still had a smile on his face, patted the young soldier on the shoulder, and then continued to move forward with the combat engineers who were passing by him. The young soldier Sora was still looking away with some astonishment in his eyes. back view.

"Okay, if I were a fool, I wouldn't be dumbfounded. Watch out for the German snipers to aim at your head. Move quickly."

A comrade with whom he could tell he had a good relationship passed by and called the young soldier. After hearing this, the latter recovered and quickly followed the team in front, continuing to lower his body and move forward cautiously. At the same time, he could not help but ask questions with suspicion.

"Those are the combat engineers? Why do they feel so coldly like enemies? They don't seem to be our comrades-in-arms."

"Cold as an enemy? Is there something wrong with your head? Who can an enemy smile at you and pat you on the shoulder? Besides?"

The soldier who was asked the question turned his head and glanced at the pile of "humanoid garbage fuel" that was still burning behind him. When he looked back again, there was still no mercy or sympathy in his eyes.

"Those nuns deserve to be burned. The flames will purify them and remove the evil stains on their bodies. My mother has taught me to be hygienic since I was a child. Only nugs that have been purified by fire are good nuggets."

""

Listening to the "hell's speech" of the "good brother" beside him who had only been together for a short time, the little warrior felt that the actual and real leader was still somewhat different from his original ideal form, so he couldn't help but continue to ask questions.

"But I always felt like those combat engineers, uh, I don't know, they always gave me the feeling that something was wrong. I've never seen anyone like them, ever."

"Tsk"

The comrade who didn't want to talk too much was really amused by such remarks. Since the words have been said to this point, it doesn't hurt to add a few more words, just to let this stupid boy understand what the rules of a leader are. , at least there is still some time to talk before going into battle again.

"You think they are the instructors you met in boot camp? Let me tell you, the most awesome instructors you have ever encountered are not even good enough to carry these guys' shoes."

"To put it bluntly, if those gangsters are still human beings, then one by one, these combat engineers are all the top murderers of our division. The man you just saw is called Alsim. The most famous assassin among all the combat engineers in our division. If you fight him, he can kill you with just one look. You won't even know how you died when you die."

""

Seeing that the little brother next to him was "very scared", the old man who knew not to say too much turned around and showed a smile and a nonchalant expression. Even the tone he continued to speak sounded much better.

"Stop showing such a hard face, they don't eat people, at least they won't eat you."

"It's your greatest blessing that these people are your comrades. All their killing skills are prepared for the Nazis. Just watch their performances and see how they pull out the Nazis' intestines and then strangle them with their intestines." Damn those idiots."

""

The young warrior's face was dull as his whole body fell into the state of "I don't understand, but I am greatly shocked." However, the objective passage of time and the battle against time would not give him too many opportunities to think and be dumbfounded.

"Class 2, follow me! Seize the three-story building in front of you, get up!"

"Damn, here comes the work! Follow me, there are no combat engineers taking the lead this time, keep your eyes open and be careful!"

"Oh, alright!"

Perhaps this little soldier who had just joined the leadership division outside Berlin as a member of the supplementary reserve temporarily assigned by Zhukov could live to see the end of the war and the moment when the red flag was planted on the top of the Reichstag building and fluttered in the wind. You may also die from a missile bullet or artillery shell flying from any place or direction at any time.

But no matter what, the time to think about what kind of army the Leader Division is will not be now. He already understands that the battle in front of him is what he must face, right now.

Another group of infantry soldiers, escorted by tanks, arrived at the three-story building where there was almost no resistance to firepower. Even if there were Nazi remnants inside, there might not be a few cats and dogs left. Under the leadership of the squad leader, they immediately formed a formation and rushed into the building in an orderly manner to carry out cleaning operations and carry out the final "pest removal operation" after the "surface disinfection".

The orderly progress of the war made Malashenko, who was originally angry and heartbroken, feel much better, and he no longer continued to yell at Iushkin over the radio about stealing the car, at least for the time being. At least I can still distinguish the importance.

"This bunch of naughty guys didn't have much resistance. They were suppressed in just a few minutes. I thought they were very capable, ha!"

""

This kid Iushkin is a "typical person" who will immediately get carried away if you don't scold him for a minute. Even if he just made a big mistake, he can still forget about it all of a sudden.

Malashenko, who frowned, was about to press the radio button and teach the brat who was having fun on the public channel a few words, but he didn't expect that the face-less German gangsters on the opposite side were one step ahead of him and sent him a message in advance. Large surprise.