Steel Soviet Union

Two minutes passed quickly. Enschel, who had just finished smoking a cigarette in his hand, knew that he had no time to waste, so he simply put out the cigarette butt in the candle holder on the table. , and then spoke.

"Can you think of any other ideas? Huh?"

Unfortunately, the only answer left for Enschel was Wittmann's wry smile and shake of the head.

"If I could think of it with my IQ, maybe I wouldn't have to be a soldier. Maybe I would become a banker or a big boss or something."

A moderate joke did not have any effect in easing the atmosphere. Taking a deep breath, Enschel knew that no matter how reluctant he was to face it, it was time for him to issue the final order. There are always some things that must be done by a specific person, and in Enschel's opinion, that person happens to be himself, nothing more.

"There is no other way, then"

Da da da da——

Chug tug tug tug tut——

Boom - boom -

Before Enschel could finish his words, a series of gunshots and a loud explosion suddenly came from outside the window, instantly interrupting the remaining words that he had not yet had time to say and ending abruptly.

"What's going on? Yankee reinforcements have arrived!?"

"I don't know, hurry up and have a look!"

The brothers Enschel and Wittmann walked as fast as they could on hot wheels. They basically rushed out of the small building as fast as their physical abilities could burst and arrived at the street downstairs. I saw an adjutant from the battalion headquarters running and jogging hurriedly towards this side.

"It's bad! Hank's men took action. They opened fire and used explosives to blow up the whole building! It's full of Yankees who were driven in!"

What! ?

After hearing the news, Wittmann and Enschel looked at each other. Both of them stared with confusion and disbelief.

Enschel was determined to make himself guilty of ordering the massacre of prisoners of war, but even Wittmann had not heard this order from himself, not to mention Hank. What the hell was Hank doing? Which one comes out? Kill first and then play later? This is too fucking ridiculous! ?

"Don't say anything else, hurry up and take a look!"

Wittmann, who was not advised to continue talking nonsense, put down these words and ran away first. Enschel, who did not dare to waste time thinking too much, followed closely behind.

The two people, working one or two steps in tandem, arrived at the scene of the incident in a short time.

I saw a three-story building that was originally some kind of gathering center in the town. At this moment, it had been completely razed to the ground, leaving only a pile of smoking ruins and rubble standing on the spot. The tall building in my impression The buildings have disappeared.

Accompanied by this, Hank, who is still holding a gun and smoking a cigarette, is standing aside, as if appreciating a freshly baked masterpiece, staring unusually calmly while puffing away the smoke. Everything before my eyes.

"Hank, what have you done!? Who allowed you to do this? Do you know the consequences of this!?"

The first person who couldn't hold it back and rushed forward was Wittmann. He didn't even care about the friendship of being fighting side by side with Hank's company not long ago. He went up and fired a series of loud questions like a barrage.

Unlike Wittmann's obvious mood swings, Hank, who held the cigarette handle and flicked the ashes, still looked calm, as if nothing had happened.

"I heard both of your conversation. There is no need to hesitate about this kind of thing. I made this mistake in 1941. I let a 16-year-old Russian guerrilla go, but only confiscated his gun. But what’s the result?”

"This bastard led a large group of guerrillas to attack our base the next day. I was the only one in my squad who died. One finger was broken by a bullet and could never be reattached. I lay on the ground He was so injured that he couldn't move in the pile of corpses. I watched him spit on our corpses. It was only then that I realized how stupid I was."

"The prisoners you let go today will not be grateful to you. If they see you on the battlefield tomorrow, they will still kill you and call you a fool. I know you elite armored troops may have never done this. It's not something you can do like driving a tank to take the blame for someone else, but someone has to do it, and I'm the most suitable one."

"No matter what decision you two make, I will only do the right thing. Letting go of these Americans is a big disaster. I have seen what they are capable of. This is the only way to eradicate the roots."

Looking at the severed right hand that Hank specially raised in front of him, the speechless Wittmann felt that there was an unspeakable feeling in his heart at this moment. The boundaries between right and wrong, justice and evil had long been blurred.

Hank deliberately suppressed the sound of his footsteps and quietly approached the small room where Enschel and Wittmann were at that time.

Maybe he came just to report the situation at first, but after overhearing Enschel and Wittmann arguing loudly about key words, he did deliberately lower his footsteps and wanted to get closer to listen more carefully.

In the end, Hank got what he wanted and heard the conversation he was interested in. Based on this, he made what he thought was the right decision. He turned around and ordered his men to take action and deal with the trouble. This is what is happening today. the whole process.

The explosives were placed here by the defense force defenders a long time ago. This was originally a warehouse used to store defense materials, military supplies, medicines and food. The only purpose of placing explosives is to blow up the place when an emergency requires evacuation but there is no time to take things away. At the very least, it can prevent precious military supplies from falling into the hands of the enemy.

However, after a short period of time, the supplies were almost consumed, and there was not much replenishment. This building, which seemed empty and didn't store many things, freed up a lot of extra space. The explosives that had been drilled and buried before were not removed, which seemed somewhat unnecessary and unnecessary.

Hank had already thought of driving all the Yankee prisoners here. He had already chosen this precious place he had just learned about when he was ordered to gather the prisoners for escort.

In other words, from the very beginning, Hank had considered the possibility of trouble taking these Yankees with him during the evacuation, and he had considered this very carefully.

From the second-line SS security force, they relied on their own skills to become the current elite SS unit. Whether they were robbing homes, killing people, setting fires, hanging in public, or facing the enemy on the battlefield, fighting hand-to-hand with elite enemy troops.

Hank, who has never stopped since 1941, has performed almost all kinds of tasks.

Regarding the cruelty of executing prisoners, let alone Wittmann, even tying Wittmann and Enschel together was not as violent as Hank alone.

After all, as Hank said, these elite SS armored units are not available for executing prisoners to do dirty work. The person best suited to do such dirty work is indeed himself.