Unlimited Military Base

In the end, with the muffled sound of the Mordel assault, the Russian army’s attack was finally completely suppressed. When the Germans arrived safely in the museum wing, Zoff finally came over with trepidation. He almost finished the last bullet of M062. Because of the high temperature at the time of shooting, his hand was burned, and the red and swollen skin even showed a slight white smoke.

However, when Hasson screamed and pointed to Zoff’s ear, everyone discovered that the problem was much more serious. Zoff’s lips were cracked and his right ear was torn off by bullets. The blood came out from there, and as he violently beat his heart and rushed out.

“We have succeeded…” Heisenberg gasped tiredly on the floor and swept his eyes over the soldiers who were as embarrassed as the other. Heisenberg counted, only 6 personally survived. . . . . .

Ruben and his people came and took them to the second floor of the museum. The Russian attack seemed to have slammed a passage. At this time, the soldiers who had been attacked were gone, the killing sounds were gone, and the fire and explosions gradually calmed down. . . . . . Only a few hundred Russian bodies covered in battlefields quietly covered the earth. The soldiers used this rare gap to prepare the ammunition they needed. Heisenberg asked Zoff a few grenades and a rifle and handed it to him. A warrior is bandaging his wound. When Zoff saw Heisenberg, he smiled tiredly: “take the smoke…”

Heisenberg took out the cigarette case, pulled out two cigarettes, and stuffed one into his mouth. He grabbed himself: “Don’t be too embarrassed… This battle still needs you… Heisenberg’s pretending to say carelessly, lit a fire for him.

Zoff grinned and said: “Less come – I won’t go, you will do the same thing as his mother – hey, I won’t give you that chance!”

Heisenberg was somewhat surprised that Zoff would answer this, but his calm smile concealed all this: “Okay, next time you smash the hero, think about the nude calendar in the hotel – if you are dead, you can I can’t see the ass of those girls…” Heisenberg took a sip of smoke.

“Colonel… your nose…” The soldier who gave Zoff’s bandage pointed to Heisenberg: “It is bleeding.”

Heisenberg was busy wiping his hands. Black and red blood flowed out of his nostrils. Heisenberg knows what this means. . . . . . internal injury.

“It’s okay.” Heisenberg smirked at the soldiers, not looking at him with his eyes.

“Heisenberg.” Zoff seems to have been pondering for a long time: “I am not willing to fight – but I have to do this.” He turned his head to the side. It seemed to be tired of their conversation.

Heisenberg was not talking about anything. He just looked at the iron cross on the neck of Zoff in the gray smoke floating in front of him, reflecting the fire of cigarettes in a spotless way.

Ruben arranged his soldiers in an orderly manner. When he passed by Heisenberg, he took a look at Heisenberg: “Where is Paul?”

“Dead. He covered us at the back door and retreated.”

“Good boy!” Ruben nodded sullenly, seemingly imagining that he could die so tragically – like a real warrior.

“Like a real warrior…” Ruben shook his head and said, “Zov – you wait, this battle – I will get my own Iron Cross!”

“Oh!” Zoff threw the cigarette impatiently and grabbed the medal on his neck: “Little Lu! When I am dead, if your boy is still alive… you take my iron cross away. !”

Zoff looked at Ruben’s surprised expression: “It’s okay! I’ll send you!”

Ruben shook his head and made a joke and walked away.

Zoff took a pair of gloves so that his burned hands felt better.

“How is Heisenberg so quiet?” He seems to have noticed something.

“Hasson!” Heisenberg called the name of the young man. He rushed over: “Sir.”

“Give you a task: Now, drive my car back and find Rutherford. Tell him that if his Tank 20 doesn’t come to reinforce the grave defense line, the brandy I will ask tomorrow will not have his share! Go Heisenberg took a picture of the young man’s ass. Hasen ran out from the back door. On the second floor of the museum, behind each window is a MG62 machine gun, with two anti-Tank rockets behind each gunner. Fully armed SS soldiers packed up and down every window of the museum.

“Is it a Tank, sir?” A soldier who was on the window asked Heisenberg.

The earth did not vibrate.

“Hey, you didn’t feel that something wrong with his mother?” Zoff threw the cigarette butt and stood up alertly.

There is a faint scream in the air.

Heisenberg suddenly realized what it was. There was a strange and silent distortion of the shell as it passed through the air. . . . . . “趴-下–“快-!”

However, everything is late. At the same time as Heisenberg shouted, a heavy artillery shell pierced into the roof of the museum like a planing knife. Pierced the second floor and exploded in the first floor of the hall at the foot of the German army. At that moment, all the centers of gravity lost their balance. The floor under the foot began to rise slightly, but it instantly turned into a horrible fragmentation and collapse! A soldier was smashed by this horrible projectile. . . . . . The shells ran through his body from the bottom of the mountain to the next level.

This horrible picture was printed in Heisenberg’s mind, numb the body of Heisenberg.

“Fast – fast!” Zoff shouted back, and the floor under their feet shattered instantly! All the soldiers who were on the side of the window had no chance. When the shells fell, the eardrums of many of them were ruthlessly broken. . . . . . A cockroach fell from Heisenberg, and Zoff immediately grabbed a hand from Heisenberg. However, the huge explosion from the foot pushed Heisenberg and Zoff out. . . . . .

Flying silently.

The world at that moment is quiet. Heisenberg couldn’t feel anything, just remembering that he was falling lightly and his head fell heavily on the floor. . . . . . Maybe Heisenberg could fly away from the hell on earth. . . . . . But the iron cross on the neck turned into a soldering iron at that moment, and a fireball slammed into Heisenberg, so that he couldn’t go anywhere. . . . . . Then the flame violently swallowed up his body. The floor under Heisenberg was broken. Heisenberg fell again and fell. . . . . . The earth is groaning, the body is melting, and the place where the flames go is turned into nothingness. The shouts tear in the twists. . . . . .

Russian artillery improved the calculation of ballistics. The entire two-story museum was covered by sudden intensive artillery. Originally, the German army thought that the marble building, which would be very solid, almost collapsed in an instant. The shrapnel shredded all this, the hunger and thirst flame filled it all, and finally the brutal explosion destroyed it all. . . . . .

No one can live to escape from the museum. . . . . . The Germans were originally only 74 individuals. . . . . . Damn it. . . . . . This makes what they have just done in the church seem to have no meaning!

Fucking – Mom’s – Mom!

Now only the earth is shaking. . . . . . Shake like a shock. . . . . . shock. . . . . .

and many more. . . . . . Am I still alive? . . . . .

The annoying explosion sounds tireless in the ear like a clock.

“Colonel – wake up! wake up!” A voice gradually clears in the ear, Heisenberg is being shaken by a person: “Colonel Heisenberg – wake up… no time! ”

“Don’t fuck me… faint!” Heisenberg sullenly pushed away the soldiers around him: “Mom… I am still alive…what is this?”

“Colonel!” Hasen sat on Heisenberg and sat up: “Thank God – you are still alive!”

“where am I!?”

“Grave defense line, sir.”

Heisenberg looked around and found himself leaning against the cross of a cemetery. He spread his hands and found that the left and right palms were injured. . . . . . It seems that the metal is worn in the past and the blood is flowing. “What happened just now…”

“The enemy shelled the museum. The whole building collapsed…we…”

“Brothers – where are the brothers? Ruben others?”

“They are all……”

“Where is Zoff?”

“He’s fine, sir. Thanks to the sniper, Grandpa saved you…”

“Major?” Heisenberg couldn’t believe that he and Zoff had been rescued from hell to be an old man. “Where is the major now?”

“He said he would be on the top floor of the hotel.

“Good – very good.” Heisenberg tried to stand up with his forehead, but the earth was shaking violently, and Heisenberg was forced to fall down. “what happened?”

Hasen looked into the distance and frowned: “Russian Tank has attacked…”

The sky was dark and three huge searchlights were shining towards the church behind Heisenberg. There are constantly signs of the horror of the Russian army Tank appearing in the light, some burning and some charging. . . . . . Heisenberg knew it at a glance. . . . . . I can’t help myself. . . . . .

“Go – you go to me and bring Zoff! Now!” Heisenberg pushed the young.

“Father – where is the priest? I am looking for a priest!” Heisenberg grabbed another of Hassan: “Go to Zoff – don’t bother me!”

Heisenberg turned over and struggled to crawl between the bullets flying around. Suddenly, Heisenberg fell into the trenches – suddenly the pain of biting bones, as if there were countless knives between the bones and the meat stinging him. The soldiers are concentrating on the battle, and no one has noticed Heisenberg. But the sea must have problems with his ears, because he can’t hear anything, only a sound explosion like a clock echoes in his mind. From time to time, several soldiers fell in front of him, blocking his crawling. . . . . . Their heads were broken without exception, and their blood stained Heisenberg’s body.

Heisenberg crawled. The grenadiers fired fiercely, loaded the bombs, cursed the enemies, and aimed the shells at the enemy’s Tank. Throw the grenade thrown by the enemy back… Heisenberg is still alive… It must be that they tempered the offensive of the Russian infantry… Through the entire front, one of the trenches near the street, Heisenberg found the priest.

He was squatting in the trenches and slamming the Bible with one hand.

“Captain! What are you doing!” Heisenberg screamed eagerly, even though Heisenberg was already weak.

“Atonement!”

“What is the situation ahead?”

“The Russian army was supported by the Tank Division – the people of Ruben were all in the ruins – there was no museum, the graves could not be kept! Our ammunition was almost gone – we are finished, sir. Accept this reality.” The priest looked at Heisenberg’s eyes in pain.

“What are you doing? Plan to surrender!” Heisenberg yelled wildly and pulled out! The pistol at the waist. The grenadiers around them had whistled grenades, and some MG chords were still the endless melody in the air. The distant Mordel assault fired, and the church’s church exploded. The night was illuminated in an instant. . . . . . . On the top of the German army, two KOmm rapid-fire guns did not stop for a moment. Heisenberg could even imagine the 10 millimeter shells cutting through a row of enemy bodies. . . . . .

“We…they…” The priest was unable to point to the soldier beside him: “They are fighting for you…no one surrenders.”

“They are German soldiers – they fight for Germany!” Heisenberg screamed wildly and fired a shot at the sky.

The priest smiled palely: “We all fight for you. The soldiers don’t want to disappoint you… they love you…”

Suddenly, a Russian tank gun shot into the trench behind the Germans.

Heisenberg felt himself caught by something and threw it on the ground. When Heisenberg cursed and climbed up, a screaming face grabbed Heisenberg – he pushed him away and watched with horror as he was slashed by shrapnel. . . . . . He was almost cut off by the waist, and his right hand and his shoulders were missing. He grabbed Heisenberg, screaming, his body madly twitching on the ground, Heisenberg could see the spine at his waist becoming the only connection to the lower body. . . . . . Suddenly, his horrified eyes were dim and his body was quiet. He was no longer struggling, just looking at Heisenberg, looking at Heisenberg’s equally fearful eyes, muttering over and over again: “Jesus…yeah…mother… …mom, Mom, Mom.”

The Mordel assault fired a dull fire in the distance. Countless Russian Tanks make up a huge armored cemetery. However, the battle at the moment occurred in the square between the post office and the church. The Mordel assault was blocked by the building and could only be fired unnecessarily around the church in an attempt to block the approaching infantry.

Heisenberg sucked in convulsions, climbed away from the body, and caught the priest’s clothes again in the smoke.

“Captain! Cheer up! We can hold the city! We must hold! I command you!” Heisenberg with a pistol against the priest’s head: “Get up – fight with me!”

“Captain… Colonel… I am already dead. It doesn’t make sense to let the dead die again. Colonel… I am already a God.” He gave I looked at my leg injury and the explosive bag that was pressed against my body: “When the line of defense collapses, wait for the enemy’s heavy tank to drive past me…” The priest pointed at the sky above his head: ” I will detonate the explosive pack and rest in here.”

Heisenberg slowly lowered the pistol, and the priest’s words made his arm suddenly weak.

“Where is Zoff?” Heisenberg tried to get himself up.

“He was wounded.” The priest stared seriously at the colonel: “Zorf is still awake when Bologna sends you. He left you in a safe place, carrying the MG62 and the anti-Tank rocket. Going to the post office… The enemy, the enemy armored troops came from the east square… Our Mordel assault guns could not be used at all…” The priest closed painfully eye.

Heisenberg made every effort to stand up in the trenches. The wreckage and body of the Russian army, which was suddenly blown up by the heat wave, was in full swing and filled with sight. The church has collapsed in a sea of ​​fire, and the earth is shaking – this is a sign that the Tank is approaching. A row of bullets plunged into the soil in front of him. The sand that was splashed fascinated his eyes. He turned back helplessly, with stubborn gunshots and explosions in his ears. He knew that the grenadiers did not retreat in one step, and perhaps they knew that it would be their place of burial when they built the trenches in the cemetery.

The wreckage of the Tank on the square almost blocked the road, and the land was full of Russian bodies. The Tanks pressed the bodies of their own people, and the bodies were crushed and turned into vague flesh on the steel tracks of Tank. . . . . . Wait until they are destroyed. The fresh meat sticking to it actually gives the taste of barbecue. . . . . . The hordes of Tank were smashed into the square by the grenadiers and the Mordel assault guns, and the follow-up Tank of the Russian army had to detour. Heisenberg is wondering why he didn’t hear the muffled sound of the Mordel assault fire. Looking back, their only weapon against the Russian heavy tank has been buried in the ruins of the building that collapsed behind it.

At this time, one hand caught him.

“Sir!” Heisenberg turned his head. It was Hasen. His nose was folded, his mouth was full of blood, and he gasped. “Zov told me to tell you. He said that let you leave here quickly – the farther the better! He also said that you have to live to complete your agreement!”

“What!” I stood up in anger, and Zoff’s words really disappointed me: “Where is that guy?”

“In the post office at the end of the trench, Zoff is working with the enemy’s Tank and infantry… ah… Colonel–Let’s go soon – it will be lost soon!”

“Get out of the way!” Heisenberg pushed away the young soldier and walked toward the end of the post office like a drunken drunkard. The hand is holding the pistol tightly.