Steel Soviet Union

The British plane left, leaving behind burning wreckage all over the place.

The blazing flames intertwined with the thick black smoke, rising from the ground and shooting straight into the sky from the battlefield that had just died down. The smell of burning in the air would make even those who have experienced the battlefield feel sick when smelling it.

"Damn it, this British guy's pilot is so mature, everything smells like human oil!"

"How do you know this is the smell of human oil? Have you ever smelled it?"

"It smells like burnt animal carcasses, doesn't it feel the same for people too?"

The British pilot, who didn't even have a chance to parachute, was deformed and stuck in the cockpit, turning into pitch black charcoal. Several SS soldiers, holding their own weapons, walked past the still burning wreckage of the nose. There was a lot of discussion.

Wittmann looked up at the sky and felt that there would be no more Allied planes coming. There was less than half an hour left before complete darkness. If those Allied planes still came, how could they return to land? is a problem.

"Looks like we're safe, Ensher, at least it's over for the day."

Enschel, who was also holding on to the armored bulkhead with half of his body exposed outside the turret, heard Wittmann's familiar words in his ears. He felt the same way and immediately pressed the call button and replied. .

"Yes, at least today is over and we are still alive, for now."

The Allies' D-Day, the first day of the German Army's Western Front is coming to an end.

Enschel and Wittmann, who fought fiercely for a day in the sudden war and the cruel battlefield of blood and fire, finally had some free time to savor what happened today, what specifically they experienced, and wait until tomorrow. What to do when the time comes.

Not long after advancing along the road, more and more other German troops were traveling around or stationed in place.

Most of them are from the Wehrmacht, and of course there are a small number of SS troops, but everyone's situation doesn't look very good.

Wittmann, half of his body hanging outside the King Tiger turret, could see that there were many wounded in the friendly troops marching on both sides of the road.

People who are in better condition are only wearing bandages, arms hanging, or their heads are wrapped like rice dumplings. Although they look miserable, they can at least walk on their own.

Those who were in bad condition were not so lucky. There were many unlucky people who were seriously injured and carried on stretchers. Painful groans and wails echoed through the marching team one after another.

Wittmann even saw a "half-man" with two legs completely broken being carried on a stretcher. Rather than saying that this guy was unlucky, it would be better to say that this guy was really hard-working and powerful, and ended up like this. Not dead yet.

If he can survive this, he will definitely be able to retire safely and go home to enjoy his old age. By the way, he can also get a lot of money and military medals. For many young people who have lost their lives on the battlefield, this is actually a good final outcome. The principle that it is better to die than to live applies to all times.

"They should all be troops that were withdrawn from the beach, these unlucky guys."

Hank chose to ride on the engine bonnet of Wittmann's No. 007 Command King Tiger. Wittmann, who was sitting behind the butt of the car with a large box floating around, and half of his body hanging outside the turret, didn't know if Hank meant what he said. He told himself, and to be honest, Wittmann didn't really want to talk to Hank, who had just had a bad time, so he simply pretended that he hadn't heard and continued to stand outside the turret without making a move.

"Hey, don't keep crying. If you still hate me because of what happened just now, then I apologize to you. Maybe there is something wrong with my attitude. Don't forget it."

Unexpectedly, Hank actually added another sentence when Wittmann had no reaction, and chose to formally apologize to Wittmann. This actually made Wittman unexpected and quite surprised.

"I don't hold a grudge against you, and honestly I can't blame you for that."

"Look at them, look at these people, I just wonder how long we can sustain this level of casualties. The current situation is more difficult than during the last war, and there are still Russians in the east who are continuing to attack us. Onslaught. Compared with the Russian ground troops, these Allied troops are like children who have just graduated from kindergarten. They have not even learned how to fight. "

"However, it can contain our military strength. If it continues like this, I really don't know how long we can hold on."

To this extent, as long as one is not blind, one can definitely see the truth of the facts stated by Wittmann.

Hank is indeed fanatical. He is a veteran of the armed SS who loyally supports the Führer and executes orders without any compromise. But this does not mean that he does not have the ability to think independently. He only follows what others say and fills his head with shit.

Hank knew that Wittmann's words did not mean to enhance the enemy's prestige or destroy his own morale. If he could not even tell the truth, it would be too much.

Everyone gets tired, and so do soldiers. It's no big deal to complain after a day's fighting. What's more, this is not only what is from the heart, but also the complete truth. Hank has no reason or need to refute it.

The engine compartment of the King Tiger traveling at low speed in first gear made a dull rumbling sound. Hank, who was sitting in the car and trembling slightly as the body of the car shook, was also thinking about something.

He had no father. To be precise, his father had died on the battlefield during the last war. Hank, who was just a child at that time, could not remember clearly what his father looked like.

Because he was young, frivolous and aggressive, Hank got drunk and got into a fight with a group of friends and even beat a man to death. He spent the most golden years of his life in jail. He didn't go to school and didn't learn employment skills. After he was released from prison early for good performance, he had no choice but to work hard on construction sites. Fortunately, there was indeed a shortage of coolies for a bunch of infrastructure projects carried out by Hitler.

Otherwise, Hank might even have trouble making ends meet.

It was also because of the bad record of being in jail that he carried on his back. Hank, who was thinking about joining the army to earn military pay and improve his life, was ruthlessly rejected by the National Defense Forces. Even though he had extremely excellent physical fitness and a strong figure of 1.82 meters, he was rejected by the National Defense Forces. There is no exception. The National Defense Forces recruitment in those years was indeed very strict.

If there is no light in the west and light in the east, just because the Wehrmacht does not accept it does not mean that the SS does not want it.

On the recommendation of a friend, Hank was directly recruited by the armed SS unit eager to expand its ranks.

It doesn't matter whether you fight or go to jail. What matters is that you have a pure bloodline.

After going through the genealogy of eighteen generations of ancestors and proving that he was not related to those dirty Jews, Hank, who had outstanding performance, high quality, and hard work, was even quickly promoted to a petty officer and became a police officer. monitor. This made Hank, who thought he would be such a coward in his life, feel very happy. It turned out that poor people without connections could make their way through their own efforts.

This is a rare thing that has never happened in Hank's past encounters and many tragic experiences.