Steel Soviet Union

Those paratroopers of the Wehrmacht who were stubbornly struggling on the last glimmer of hope were repelled, again and for the second time.

Sulovechenko put down the MG42 machine gun, which had knocked out five barrels in succession. The sixth barrel had been beaten until it started to smoke. Sulovechenko breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt a great fatigue. The feeling was sweeping through his body as quickly as an electric shock.

"Damn, it's exactly what that guy said."

"What?"

The young ammunition hand who had saved Sulovechenko's life in the corridor not long ago had died - he was hit by a 92mm full-power rifle bullet fired by a German paratrooper and ricocheting at a weird angle. The soldier's head was shot through the helmet, ending the soldier's young life with a single shot and without pain.

War brings casualties, and bloodshed and death are never one-sided. Even the world's strongest field group like the Leader Division is no exception, let alone a meat grinder like street fighting that crazily bites every inch of flesh and blood.

Faced with the question of the old squad leader who had temporarily taken over the position of ammunition hand, Sulovechenko, who had already collapsed on the ground to rest and took a cigarette from his pocket to smoke, did not wait until he lit a fire and started to use the fairy spirit. Then he slowly spoke.

"That guy Alsim said, he said that all the remaining Nazis are fanatics. The division commander's survival of the fittest has eliminated almost all those who are not determined, and the remaining ones in Berlin are still Those who resist are basically ruthless characters now, and they are worthy of his interest and strength to hunt. "

""

What Sulovechenko wants to express is very simple. It is simply from the perspective of a soldier and a veteran: "The enemy is brave and fierce, and is extremely fanatical and difficult to deal with." This is something that an old squad leader who is familiar with his old company commander can hear. from.

On the other hand, what the old squad leader could still hear was that the words spoken by the famous new company commander after his transfer were indeed not something that ordinary people could say.

"Okay, don't look like that. He regards hunting as fun and a game. Didn't I tell you this before? Besides, his target is actually limited to It’s just pure, nothing to worry about.”

Seeing that the old squad leader's expression was not quite right, Sulovechenko, who was worried that he might overthink things, immediately added with a cigarette in his hand, but the response he received was that the old squad leader shook his head slowly.

"No, I'm just thinking that it would be absolutely terrifying for anyone to face such an opponent and his team. Just imagine if we faced such a crazy enemy and his minions, then What kind of scene would it be?”

"The scenario is that I will kill them all, kill all the Russian guy named Alsim and his Russian pigs. They will soon cross the Moltke Bridge to meet us. Wittman, don't you think it's very Looking forward to it?”

A beautifully decorated dagger with the Nazi logo was played and danced in his hand, as casually and unconcernedly as a primary school student playing with his own sharpened pencil.

Those sharp and sharp eyes didn't even look at the cold light in their hands. They just played and danced based on their feelings and muscle memory. There was no doubt that if someone else imitated such movements, it would be impossible to do it twice. Three moves and you risk having your fingers chopped off.

"You take pleasure in killing people, that's your business; I do what a soldier should do, that's my business."

"There is an essential difference between you and me. Don't use what you think is something to blame on me. We cooperate and we fight side by side, but that's it. After leaving the battlefield, there is no relationship between you and me. No. You don’t need to talk to me. I don’t have any need to share anything with you, and you don’t have any need.”

Not only were the words of the reply cold, but one could hear that there was an obvious "boring" tone in almost every aspect of the words, and they were meant to be directed at a specific person.

But even after receiving such "courteous treatment", the knife-wielding man, who seemed to be asking for trouble with "a hot face but a cold butt", still looked "in high spirits" and continued to speak with a wicked smile.

"You know what, Wittmann? It's really fun to work with someone who is very upset with you, but can't do anything about you, and even has to work with you."

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Michel Wittmann, who was standing in the room by the window sill, looking out the window with the telescope in his hand, stopped talking.

It doesn’t matter if you have nothing to say or if you don’t want to take any notice.

But no matter what the reason was, it couldn't stop the evil-looking man wielding a knife from continuing to explain his "philosophy of life."

"What I want to say is actually very simple, very simple, but that kind of interesting meaning, just like this."

Poof——

"Uh-huh——"

It was more like a fine handicraft than a sharp dagger as a combat weapon. With one stroke, it cut off a piece of flesh from the target.

It was a piece of flesh that was alive, with traces of life, and dripping with warm blood.

Along with it, there was a painful, sharp, heart-rending scream.

"You guys! Scum! Trash! My comrades have penetrated your evil heart! Your evil and this capital will be completely shattered. Victory will definitely belong to the Red Army! It belongs to the proletariat! It belongs to the Bolsheviks!"

There is a bottom line to human nature. This invisible and intangible bottom line directly determines the lower limit of behavior of a bipedal upright creature that is biologically defined as a "human".

And when this bottom line is exceeded.

Some behaviors that are difficult for ordinary people to understand and do not seem to be possible by humans are actually not surprising.

"You know? Sometimes I am actually quite curious about you Russian women, and how you can give birth to so many "creatures" that make me feel interesting and make me feel that I am still alive. Can you explain it to me? Comrade female pilots of the Red Army.”

Snapped--

The piece of meat picked on the blade was instantly thrown to the ground. The knife-wielder, who was still stained with blood on the tip, showed no mercy at all. Before he finished speaking, he saw the exquisite and sharp dagger being stabbed into the flesh again. Hot blood once again flowed down the wound on the lower abdomen and along the blade.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"Oh~ it sounds so beautiful! Is this the secret of you Russian women? It is here that gave birth to so many interesting creatures, and also gave birth to guys like you, huh? Right?"