Steel Soviet Union

Heisenberg had long known that there were people on the top of the church bell tower, enemies and Americans.

As the highest commanding building in the entire town, Heisenberg looked in that direction more than once on the offensive road, intentionally or unintentionally. After looking at it for an unknown number of times, he finally caught something strange and a little wrong.

It was a fleeting flash, just like the sun's rays reflecting off the water when they are strongest at noon.

Heisenberg, who only had a sly smile on his face, knew that something good was going to happen now. He understood even better the meaning behind that fleeting flash. It was only a mirror, an optical eyepiece, or more specifically, a telescope and a sniper. Reflections can only be refracted by things like mirrors.

Why are you sure, you ask?

Because this is a battlefield, not a women's dressing room where you need to look in the mirror, it's that simple.

"After all, I didn't make this trip in vain, huh? Mr. Major."

This was the first sentence Verhaydon heard after he woke up from a dark world. Along with it, the face with a signature scar appeared in front of him, with a strange and sinister smile.

"I just like playing games with you high-ranking US military officers. I always have. I heard that your paradise in the United States is full of luxury and enjoyment. You shouldn't come here. If I were you, I would hug women and drink all day long. Coke, I quite like the taste of the dark sugar water.”

"Ha ha"

"Wow wow wow, hahaha"

The man with the scarred face was hurling insults, while the men beside him who were also wearing SS camouflage combat uniforms were laughing.

Verhaydon was not surprised by the weird words of the scar-faced man in front of him, but he was surprised that whether it was this weird man or his subordinates, there was not even a hint of fear of war on the faces of these people. Less than.

There was no trace of fatigue or sleepiness on their faces just after the fierce battle, only joyful and sincere anticipation of something to come.

"Well"

"Don't waste your efforts, they are tied up."

Verhaydon's subconscious attempt to raise his hands was instantly restricted. His hands behind his back were already tied, and no matter how hard he tried to break free, it was in vain. The man with the scarred face in front of him was pacing step by step, watching all this, and at the same time he was "kindly reminding" him as if he was happy to see this scene, with a chilling smile on his face.

"People call me a good person. To be honest, I have always been helpful since I was a child."

Verhaydon, who was looking around with his broken English, saw that the few familiar faces left in his battalion had all arrived, and one by one, they were all tied up and kneeling with their hands tied behind their backs by these SS scum. On the ground, behind everyone, there were armed SS soldiers laughing and laughing.

"You son of a bitch, what do you want to do!? Commit a war crime? Ah!?"

Verhaydon couldn't bear it any longer. He could almost guess what the scar-faced man who looked like he was the leader at a glance wanted to do next. Roaring curses were then struggled and violently blasted out of his mouth, but he could also feel that his left and right shoulders were being pressed by a strong hand on each side at the same time. His struggle was useless and he could not move.

"Oh, you finally spoke. I almost thought you were mute."

"Pfft hahahaha"

There was another burst of low-pitched laughter, but Verhaydon could not equate the word "idiot" with the group of SS soldiers in front of him who looked like mentally ill patients. A vague feeling told Verhaydon all the time: the things these SS men were laughing at might not be the words spoken by the scarred-faced man at all.

"But it doesn't matter. Do you remember what I just said? I said I was a good person, and I plan to prove it."

While walking and talking, the man with the scarred face pulled out a slender saber hanging from the scabbard on his waist.

It was not an ordinary infantry rifle bayonet. It was a specially crafted dagger and saber. The length was definitely superior among similar weapons. The cold blade was shining with a penetrating luster under the refraction of the sun.

The scar-faced man weighed and played with the saber in his hand and turned the sword skillfully. Just walking like this could give people a chilling feeling. The scar-faced man came behind Verhaydon with a smile, and then moved the blade with the cold light flashing. It was placed on Verhaydon's chin, touching directly with coldness.

"I say, I will send your men back to the United States, I promise you. After all, I am a good person, but you may have to pay a small price."

The blade of the knife pressed against the flesh of the chin and was pulled sideways like a courier box. It was pulled slowly and bit by bit, but it penetrated three-thirds of the way into the flesh.

Warm blood dripped down his chin, staining the saber red, and the devil's whisper sounded again.

"Agree?"

""

His dissociated eyes were flickering, as if hesitating and struggling internally, as if he didn't know how to speak. This was exactly what the scar-faced man wanted.

"It seems you agree? Very good!"

Kaka——

Verhaydon's eyes widened and his expression froze for a moment. Before he could say anything, there was a loud sound of gunfire.

Da da da da da——

Bang bang bang——

"No!"

Looking at the familiar figures kneeling in a pool of blood under the smoking muzzle, Verhaydon, whose teeth were almost broken, wanted to turn around and fight the devil, but found two big hands on the left and right. You can't do it under pressure no matter what.

"You bastard, you son of a bitch, you fucking lunatic! Not a word of your scumbags speaks the truth! Fuck you!"

Ignoring the bleeding pain on his chin, he just roared and cursed like crazy, but he didn't expect that this would only make the devil behind him smile even more.

"None of it is true? Did I lie? Huh?"

"Of course I will send them back to the United States, in body bags, and I promise you I will do what I say, just like you don't even deserve a body bag."

Pfft——

"Pfft!!!"

The sharp saber pierced the chest directly from behind, but cleverly avoided the heart, only piercing the lungs and trachea, and slit the arteries.

The cold and narrow blade penetrated his chest and stood in front of his eyes. Looking down at everything on his body, Verhaydon, whose face was full of unwillingness and extreme pain, wanted to say something but found that he could not say a word at this moment. , I can only watch all this happen, feeling the power in my body passing by quickly like my own life.

"Take me to say hello to your friends, Yankee."

Pfft——

The saber was drawn out, blood gushed out like a fountain, and the weak body slowly fell forward into a pool of blood. Only the warm blood remaining on the cold tip of the knife was still dripping uncontrollably.

"You knew he was going to do this, but why didn't you stop him?"

Outside the courtyard of the ruins of the collapsed church, two figures were smoking under a tree, standing side by side.

Wittmann, who was leaning against a big tree and smoking a sly cigarette, just replied casually to the gunner Wegener.

"I tried to stop it once, but failed and was humiliated."

"From that time on, I swore that I would never get involved in such nonsense again in my life. Whatever he did, it had nothing to do with me."