Steel Soviet Union

"Oh my God, you knocked down an entire class by yourself???"

Obviously, Alsim's brothers were horrified and surprised by the "masterpiece" created by their company commander. They couldn't even imagine how one person could do it. They lay on the ground. Are all the Germans just standing there waiting to be beaten to death? I didn't hear the explosion of the grenade thrown in front just now. How on earth did this happen?

After coming back to his senses and looking at the puzzled comrades in front of him, Alsim, who was changing bullets for the empty magazine in his hand, just smiled.

"I have encountered more dangerous situations than this in the past. I was surrounded by seven or eight wild wolves alone. I still survived, and the blood of those beasts was slaughtered on the ground. What does it matter? These Germans even Not as dangerous as those beasts, they are really just a pile of waste."

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A pile of rubbish?

After hearing this, Lian Ming remained silent and noncommittal. He just blinked his eyes and glanced at the bloody corpses on the ground. He only felt one word surging in his heart: shocking.

This fucking group of German guys, all armed with weapons, is actually not as big a threat as seven or eight wild wolves?

Is this a mistake? Are these Germans all from the French Legion? Just sit there and wait for peanuts to call your name?

Looking at his brothers who didn't understand, Alsim didn't say anything more after seeing this.

He just put the pistol that had been replaced with a magazine back into the chest-mounted holster that was easy to take out and pull out. Then he bent down and pulled out a piece of cloth that was not soaked in blood from the corpse of the German soldier at his feet. When he got down, he casually wiped the blood on his face, blinked twice to make sure his field of vision was no longer affected, then casually threw away the bloody rag and spoke.

"Okay, I don't have time to continue to be dumbfounded. I just solved a bunch of bastard fish. There's nothing to say. We have to move on!"

A nest of bastard fish?

Lian Ming, who was already speechless, became even more ashamed after hearing these words.

I know that Siberians like you, who come from poor and remote areas, are tough and aggressive by nature, and can even be said to be a little cold-blooded and cruel.

But your attitude of treating the Germans as nothing, and killing nearly a whole squad of enemies is like killing a nest of rabbits, is a bit too rude, isn't it?

No matter what the speechless company deputy comrade thought, Alsim didn't care about it. He just wanted to quickly pick off the heads of those big German fish and take them to claim credit for his beloved division commander. , even if the teacher and comrade pat him on the shoulder with a smile and say a few words of praise, it is absolutely worth it and can make him happy for a week.

The will of comrade company commander is an absolute order on the battlefield and must be carried out unconditionally. This is the duty of a soldier, not to mention the order itself. There is nothing wrong with it. Combat engineers should charge into battle, fight the enemy bravely, and fight for the throne. First.

"Hurry up, follow me, comrades, let's go!"

He was also following Alsim, beckoning a group of soldiers behind him to move forward, and passing by the corpses of German soldiers who had been rounded up by Alsim alone. Just now, he was still wondering whether these Nazi lackeys were scared to death. Only then did the deputy finally solve the mystery in his heart.

After working on it for a long time, it turned out that all these Germans were shot to death. The only one who was actually stabbed to death by Alsim was the one who was closest to him at the time, and that was all.

But that was the only one who was stabbed, and his death was the most miserable and shocking.

The guy who was kicked away by Alsim fell to the ground and died in the posture of "facing the loess and back to the sky". The only and fatal wound was extraordinary.

The whole wound didn't look like a simple knife wound at all, but more like someone had used something like a meat tong to dig out a large piece of human tissue connected to the bone and flesh from the chest. Eventually, it was due to blood loss. Too much and organ failure results in rapid and violent death.

This huge open wound is really puzzling. The entire back is completely missing a piece of filling, exposing a bloody black hole.

Even the deputy couldn't even think of what kind of weapon Alsim used to inflict such terrible fatal injuries and kill the enemy with one blow. While he was thinking about asking later, he suddenly thought of Alsim's occupation before becoming a soldier and something he brought with him from his hometown.

He often held that thing in his hand and played with it like a toy, but it was by no means just playing with it, but it was often maintained and wiped so that it was always shiny and like new.

"Okay, 80% of it is really done by that thing, so that thing has always been reasonable."

I remembered that I used to like to joke with Alsim about whether that thing could kill people. It looked more like a fancy handicraft than an enemy-killing weapon, but all I got was a smile from Alsim's words. answer.

"This was passed down to me from my father, both as a trophy and as a weapon of revenge."

"It's not an ordinary knife, it's a collection of a white gangster noble."

"That bastard bullied my grandfather for half his life and finally killed him. My father couldn't bear it anymore and finally killed the bastard himself, using this knife taken from his collection room. The blade was stained with the blood of revenge. I You can feel it now. This is the inheritance of our family. It is a kind of spirit and bravery. Anyone who holds this will never be a weak coward. "

"When I was drafted into the army and planned to say goodbye to shotguns and hunting knives, my father gave me this knife and asked me to take it with me. He thought I should know the purpose of doing so. I took the knife and nodded to the old guy on the platform. He was still very strong at that time. I didn’t expect that this would be the last time we met. "

When he said this, the company deputy comrade remembered that it should be in the ruins of Stalingrad late one night. The two of them had known each other and fought together since then, and originally they were only affiliated to different units. The two people who did not know each other began to have a life-and-death relationship from then on.

"Did your father not be caught and executed after killing the white bandit noble? The white bandit noble's minions are all for free?"

Alsim, who was leaning against the wall and warming himself by the fire, with half of his face hidden in the darkness, smiled again. There was a strong mystery and haze in his smile. Even the squad leader's face, which was exposed to the firelight, could be seen clearly. All are full of ominousness.

"They planned to catch the old man, but he was young at the time, very skilled and could run fast. So instead of catching him, they broke many people in and let him escape."

"What happened next? Aren't you going to pursue him? Killing a noble is a major event in the area."

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"Yeah, you're right, it's indeed a big deal, but they have no time to chase after them because the Red Army is coming, and they can't guarantee that they will still have time to avenge a dead man? The old man also started to have a good impression of the Red Army from that time on. , although he has no education, he accepts death. He feels that he owes the Red Army his life, so he "

"So he sold his son's life to the Red Army?"

The company officer couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud that night. Alsim also laughed immediately, and put away the gloom and ominous look on his face and smiled seriously. He only remembered that it was indeed a conversation between people. Happy night.