Steel Soviet Union

Alsim still remembers the scene when he pulled out the hook-shaped wolf teeth that penetrated deeply into the flesh with trembling hands. It turns out that the warmth of human blood on your hands is no different from that of animal blood. They are both the color and temperature of life.

His best childhood playmate was saved and saved his life by his own rescue. Alsim also completed his first first aid class and first "surgical emergency operation" under the full guidance of his father.

Although Alsim was not proud of this, nor did he think it was something worth bragging about, his father, who had been busy with all this work until late at night, only had time to smoke a cigarette and rest, still said to him.

"You have seen that, as a qualified hunter, you not only need to understand the body structure of those animals, but you also need to understand the body structure of humans."

"It's not for hunting, but for saving people. Your grandfather told me when I was the same age as you, that a qualified hunter has two sides, not only killing, but also saving."

“Killing is for prey, saving is for friends.”

"Our families have been living on this land for generations. We work together and fight side by side. You can't be alone all the time. You have to learn to trust and rely on to survive. Just like beasts like wolves, That is their way of occupying the forest and becoming king. Many times, these beasts that act in groups are the only things that can threaten us. There are things worth learning about beasts.

"When your friends and comrades-in-arms need you, you must be able to save them, otherwise you may be the one who is not saved next time. Whether you are abandoned by other friends because of your reckless behavior , or is left alone to hunt, no matter what the reason is, the result is always the same. "

That night, young Alsim thought a lot and understood some truths. In the future, he took the initiative to understand the structure of the human body and first aid methods. He even went to the city to sell goods when he had time to seek advice from a doctor in the city. The two moves laid the foundation, at least there were reasons and reasons for doing this.

But at that time, Alsim had not thought that this skill, which he was originally learning to use to save people, would one day become his unique hunting skill.

A unique skill that targets humans and hunts enemies, not animals.

Alsim, who is extremely skilled in swordsmanship, knows which part of a person should be stabbed at, and at what angle, so that the person will be in pain, unable to hurt himself, unable to break free, and not able to kill him in a short period of time.

The dagger that penetrated the German platoon leader's chest from behind accurately avoided the heart, arteries and spine, only piercing a small part of the lungs and then exiting the chest.

This would be extremely painful, making it increasingly difficult to breathe, but it would not be fatal, as Alsim hoped and expected, and he would not even be able to struggle to free himself from the blade.

The barbed dagger Alsim brought with him from his hometown was already hanging on the ribs of the German platoon leader, wrapped in the flesh and blood, and he was holding on to the handle of the knife like a barb. He grabbed his body, put his right elbow against his back, and blocked him tightly. For a moment, he was completely unable to move forward or retreat, life or death.

The German soldiers who were holding various weapons but didn't know whether to shoot were completely confused.

On one side, his own commander lay there heartbreakingly, wailing like a slaughtered pig, and in excruciating pain. It was obvious that he was not injured enough to die, but could still be saved.

On the other side, the Russian who hurt him was hiding behind him, using some unknown method to hold the platoon leader tightly from behind. The two figures almost completely overlapped, and they were indistinguishable from each other.

Just fire like this right now.

It's hard to say whether the large number of bullets fired in the storm can kill the Russian guy, but they will definitely kill their own platoon leader first. This is something all the German soldiers present know very well.

The Russian guy must have known about it and deliberately exploited it, or even deliberately caused this situation. He was hiding behind the platoon leader, but the platoon leader didn't know what kind of trick he was getting. He just kept being beaten by that The Russian man grabbed it with one hand and screamed, unable to move.

The few German soldiers who were staring at each other were completely helpless. They didn't know what to do for a moment. It was not possible to shoot or not to shoot. Even if they rushed forward immediately, the Russian guy would kill him in a hurry. possible.

Shoot at the commander?

Just having this idea in your mind is scary enough, especially for these new recruits who have just joined the army and their minds are filled with the dogmatism instilled by the instructors in the hasty training ground. They dare not act rashly. .

Veteran veterans may still be able to "shoot at the commander", but it is completely impossible for these scared recruits. What's more, the platoon leader, who was grinning in pain and howling, didn't give any orders at all, so he didn't even dare to shoot without even thinking about it.

It was precisely because he had understood all this and expected that there was a high probability of the situation in front of him. But Alsim, who was holding a knife in one hand, was actually prepared. The Tokarev TT33 pistol he had been holding tightly in his left hand was actually Waiting for this moment.

He held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand, pressed his elbow against the back of this bastard, and held it tightly with the help of the barb on the back of the knife hanging upside down in the flesh and blood of his ribs. He took a stance like a human shield held with one hand.

The Tokarev pistol held tightly in his left hand directly rests on the shoulder of this "human shield", using the shoulder as a support to reduce his exposed area and avoid the shaking caused by holding the gun with one hand to aim, which affects the accuracy.

He usually holds the gun with his right hand and aims with his right eye, but at this moment, he holds the gun with his left hand and aims with his left eye. Alsim did not hesitate. He held the fire with his left index finger and pulled the trigger continuously. Tokare, who is famous for his super power, The rifle bullets immediately spurted out like a barrage of cannons, roaring towards the German soldiers who were only a few steps or ten meters away.

Bang bang bang bang——

Among the continuous gunshots, there was only the sound of heavy falling and bullet casings falling to the ground, mixed together like a symphony, sounding continuously and fleetingly.

When the anxious company deputy comrade followed the sound of gunfire and hurried over with the soldiers behind him, all he saw was Alsim's big foot kicking the back of a German soldier, and his entire right leg exerted force in an instant Kick forward hard.

I saw the unknown German soldier with his back to Alsim flying forward like a dog chewing shit. For unknown reasons, blood spurted out from his back like a pillar, which showed that this "foot" "The force of going down is so great.

Alsim was still holding a saber tightly in his hand, and there seemed to be some flesh-like object hanging on it, with muscles, skin, and blood dripping from it.

The empty magazine-like Tokarev pistol was held tightly in his hand, and on the ground not far away were at least four or five dead German corpses lying on the ground.

"Oh my God, what have you done? Is this all your fault?"

The only person who responded to the stunned and stunned company officer was Alsim's figure who quietly turned his head and his face was covered in splatters of blood.

"You guys are late, we just finished solving it."