Steel Soviet Union

"Requesting support! Requesting immediate support! The Russians are about to break through the defense line, and we can hardly hold our position!? Hey! Shaisen! The phone line has been blown up!!!"

"Those Russians are crazy! Now there is a Russian steel monster rushing towards us every ten meters. The infantry is like mercury seeping into our positions and our defense lines from any gaps and corners. There is no hope!"

"hope?"

call out--

boom--

The German colonel holding the silent phone sneered. His ears were still filled with the sound of the direct-aimed artillery shells that roared and exploded outside the half-buried command post. He seemed to have lost his mind but was not like that. Strange words that lost all reason were blurted out right after.

"When did we have hope? We knew from the beginning that there was no such thing. Now we are just waiting for the results to come. We have been mentally prepared for it."

""

Everyone standing around was silent. Everyone knew that these words were not careless or false at all. They were just putting the most miserable facts that everyone was least willing to face in the most straightforward way. In front of everyone, whether you want to face it or not, this is just telling the truth.

"what should we do?"

The deputy partner on the side asked questions with beads of sweat on his forehead and slight breathing. The surge of adrenaline and forced calmness filled his mind. He suppressed his restless body and waited for the result, just as the man who appeared slightly He hesitated and inevitably trembled, but still had to speak the final words.

"We had no choice, right from the start."

"The Russians will destroy this Highlands just as they destroyed us."

"Continue the attack! Charge, follow me! Grenade!"

call out--

boom--

Spread out as much as possible amidst the roar of artillery fire and flying bullets, but still maintain formation and attack forward. There is no such thing as retreat or cowardice in the dictionary of combat engineers. Killing all the Germans in front of them who dare to block the way is the only creed of Alsim and his group of battle-experienced brothers. At this moment, they just want the Germans to die and have no other distractions.

He rushed forward at a high speed facing the explosion of a 152 grenade that had just exploded and even the smoke of the blast had not completely dissipated.

Passing through the thick smoke that blocked the field of vision and irritated the eyes, mouth and nose, and jumped forward, Alsim, who was flying and rolling, was once again the first to rush into the next section of the trench, just as he was forbidden by Malashenko earlier. So the same.

Now that the war has come to an end, who can care about all the trivial matters and regulations?

Alsim just wants to let the Germans die and win, and it must be done by himself and his brothers. This will be the best gift to his comrade, the man he admires. Alsim knows that he can The only two things that satisfied the young man were the German's head and the most glorious victory.

This is a man who scorns great beliefs and lofty ideals. His only goal is to fight for the "king" he recognizes. Personal life and death does not matter, as long as this is recognized by the man, this is the only way for him to realize the value of his life, and there is no other way.

"How far have we gone? How far are we from the Kraut's headquarters?"

The company officer on the side just rolled around lazily, twisting into the trench like a caterpillar stimulated by the fire. Alsim, who had just changed the magazine of the rifle in his hand, started to ask questions.

In the process of rolling around in his mouth, he ate a mouthful of stinky mud that smelled of blood and gunpowder smoke. He was busy taking out the dirt in his mouth with his hands, and he didn't even forget to answer the questions. He was a little vague but reluctant. Words that could be understood clearly came out of his mouth.

"I don't know. I've already been beaten crazy. Who cares about counting steps to calculate the distance at this time? We don't even know where our infantry chariot is now. How can we know the number of routes?"

Alsim, who frowned, certainly looked unhappy when he heard this. He knew that the tough Slavic guy next to him was difficult to deal with. Lian Fu, who likes to be stubborn when the adrenaline is on, had his own way, so he kept it in his mouth. The remaining words in his mouth were spoken before Alsim opened his mouth.

"But I just picked up a German guy who had his leg blown off and asked about it. That suka thing pointed at the bumpkin over there. It's over there, that place. I guess it should be here after rushing so far."

"Look at the terrain around you. If you go further forward, you will see an open area outside the position. It is estimated that it is a German minefield and a buffer zone. If you continue walking forward, it is estimated that there will be another complete defensive position. The third road."

The company officer who was picking his mouth out while talking was still picking at the filth stuffed between his teeth. He felt as if there was some blasted German soft tissue stuck in the gap along with the smelly mud and dirt. It was disgusting. It's very uncomfortable to say.

Being able to dig it out at this moment is naturally the best result, otherwise I don’t know when I will be free.

"You mean that place is the command post?"

"Otherwise? It's almost too much. Did the Germans place the command post of the second position on the third position? Have you ever seen the Germans do this? I haven't seen it anyway."

""

Alsim, who poked half of his head out of the trench to take a look, was noncommittal. Unable to dig out the dirt between his teeth, the company officer was so anxious that he directly pulled the charging handle of the AK, pulled out a complete bullet, and began to use sharp rifle bullets. When he was acting as a toothpick and picking his own teeth on the spot, he didn't expect that his unconventional partner next to him would whisper in the next second.

"That's it, follow me! Check out that place to see if there are any big fish!"

"What? Hey! Sukabulet wait for me!"

Seeing this, the company commander, who still had bullets in his mouth, hurriedly led the soldiers behind him to follow the rash company commander comrades, for fear that something would happen to the old man, and his life would be at stake. it's here.

Bullets were still flying in all directions on the battlefield, and the scorching hot air temperature could quickly evaporate even sweat beads. Explosions one after another continued to explode in the ears against the rolling hot wind.

Ignoring all of this, Alsim held out his AK, which was loaded with bullets and had a bayonet in his hand, and just leaned forward and rushed forward along the trench.

"Sani Tower! Sani Tower!"

Having heard his voice before seeing him, Alsim didn't know what the German guy, whose footsteps were getting closer and closer and who was still yelling, wanted to do, but he knew what he should do next.

Holding the dagger firmly in one hand and unsheathing it, the other hand pulls out the Tokarev pistol that is slanted in the chest sling. The attached bayonet AK, which is not suitable for use at such close range around the corner, is hung on the arm by the gun belt. In the meantime, Alsim, whose muscles were as tense as a fully drawn long bow, was ready.

"Here! This way! There are wounded in front, follow them!"

The German platoon leader who subconsciously turned his head to greet his comrades behind him did not expect that at the moment he turned his head and passed by, a figure like an arrow had already rushed out from the corner of the trench, seizing the opportunity to attack him without any trace. He raised his hands on the back of his head defensively and ran straight towards me.