Steel Soviet Union

"So, you have spent so much effort and all kinds of meticulous preparations, just to find a Russian to challenge you?"

Wittmann knew that there are always some people in the world who are unreasonable, and their brains do not follow normal people's common sense to think about people and things, and their actions may be difficult to accurately describe with other words other than madness.

But knowing that such a person exists in the world, and knowing that such a person is right next to you and working with you, are two completely different things.

For example, now.

"We are almost at the end, Michelle. There is nothing wrong with doing what you want before you die, so as not to regret it when you turn into a ghost. I'm not interested in that kind of thing."

The dagger, which weighs just over ten pounds, is heavier than an ordinary submachine gun, but it is such a dagger that is longer than a dagger and shorter than a dagger. In the hands of "Lean Superman", it is no different from ordinary people playing with a spoon.

While tossing up and down, he wielded a ten-pound dagger, performing sword and flower sword skills between the palm of his hand and the tiger's mouth.

Heisenberg, who was sitting in the corner against the wall, had a lazy attitude. Even when he spoke to Wittmann not far away, his tone was absent-minded.

"It's a pity that among those Americans and British guys who were either too stupid or too weak, I didn't meet anyone who could interest me, but the Russians gave me a big surprise.

"I have been observing that guy for a long time. Regardless of our respective camps, he is actually the same as me. We are the same type of people and the same kind."

"Exquisite killing skills, powerful destructive power, full combat experience, coupled with a calm fighting mind."

"There will never be a stronger opponent than him. This war is about to end. I really don't plan to leave Berlin alive, but I hope to fight to the end in the way I like."

"And he was the answer I found for myself."

""

The world outside the house is still full of gunfire, and the flames of war and destruction have long filled the city. Every minute and every second, the blood of locals and foreigners is poured out on this land that is the pure heart of the city.

Death is just something that happens here all the time, just like running water will flow out all the time when the faucet is turned on.

"Did you kill him?"

Standing next to the broken window frame, holding a telescope in hand, looking towards King's Square, which is not too far away. What Wittmann said quietly was not to continue the previous topic, but to "start anew".

The Opera House standing at the end of the square is being bathed in an unprecedented onslaught. In the sky, there are swarms of Russian fighter planes circling, strafing, and diving to drop bombs. On the ground, there are heavy monsters like behemoths slowly pressing up. The tanks were roaring and firing.

Wittmann knew that those normal tanks following the behemoth tanks were not "ordinary tanks."

The Russians have recently developed and put into the battlefield a high-speed tank that can accommodate infantry. This is no longer news in Berlin today.

Many elite Russian commandos in more than one direction relied on these high-speed tanks and the protection of armor to deflect all anti-infantry firepower encountered on the offensive path, quickly reducing the engagement distance directly to the German defense forces. Face, get out of the car and fight in close combat.

To be honest, the impact of this unprecedented tactics on the German defense was unimaginable, and the speed of the collapse of the defense line was even more unacceptable.

With regard to the current situation, Wittmann knew clearly that it was only a matter of time before the opera house, which was swaying in the flames of war and already isolated, would be captured, and probably not later than tonight at the latest.

After clearing all the garrison points around the King's Square and taking down buildings from commanding heights that can project firepower over a wide range and long distances, it is obvious what the Russians are going to do next. The Parliament Building standing at the other end of the King's Square must be the Russian Man's ultimate goal.

"No, killing him in that state means nothing to me."

"Just simply introduce yourself to him and give him a reason to come and play with me, just like the prey actively marking its scent into the mouth of the hound."

"He will follow the scent and come to me, I promise."

He no longer wanted to comment on the personality of Heisenberg, a "madman" who was getting increasingly out of control. Wittmann, who was talking about things matter-of-factly, became somewhat interested in his answer just now.

"You think you're prey now?"

"Ah"

After flipping the short knife in his hand countless somersaults, just for fun, Heisenberg grabbed the handle of the knife from mid-air and steadily put it back into the scabbard hanging on his waist. He smiled at him with a cold and disdainful smile. Wittmann was more or less sarcastic.

"Look at what you said, the relationship between prey and hunter is dynamic and changing all the time. If it remains the same, it's not called hunting, it's called killing pigs or sheep. Only those prey that have the ability to kill you are worthy. Hunting can only be worthwhile and fun if you go all out.”

"And now I'm waiting for him to get back to that state."

""

Wittmann, who was silent and just listening quietly, put down the telescope in his hand, but still maintained his posture of looking out the window, as if he was completely blind to Heisenberg who had come to him, and was as if he were transparent.

"You know? Only now do I realize that you are actually not suitable for being a soldier at all."

"What?"

When Wittmann spoke again after a moment of noncommittal silence, his tone was like that of Heisenberg just now, and the sarcasm was obvious.

"You should go to a concentration camp and develop your ability to kill people in different ways. Some big shots will be satisfied and give you a bone to eat. After all, not every pervert can think of killing a woman." The idea of ​​cutting open the uterus alive and stuffing explosives into it to make a human body trap is really a sign of your talent as a soldier. "

"You mean, I'm better suited to killing pigs than hunting?"

Although it has not reached the level of incompatibility, the relationship between them is already on the eve of collapse where no one looks down on the other.

In the past few days, every time after talking to this increasingly crazy guy, I would have a strong feeling of "I was wasting my time", but for some reason there will always be a next time, and Wittmann is too lazy to think about the reason. , the figure turned around quietly and then opened the door.

"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that you were right about something you just said."

"Ah--"

Regardless of Heisenberg's tone and whether he wanted to hear it or not, Wittmann, who was talking to himself, finally left these last words before closing the door and leaving.

"We are almost at the end, Heisenberg, and your death is coming soon, all thanks to you stepping on the accelerator and running towards hell."

Crunch——

boom--

Hearing the footsteps of Wittmann closing the door and leaving, Heisenberg gradually faded away in the corridor. With a fierce look in his eyes, Heisenberg stood where Wittmann had been and looked out the window, recalling Wittmann's thoughts. The parting words just now were just muttered to himself with a cruel smile.

"You're right, but that's not necessarily the hell you understand."