Steel Soviet Union

The man wearing round glasses with a side parted head obviously didn't like hearing such an answer. The mustache he deliberately grew to imitate someone swayed twice as his lips couldn't stop violently trembling, along with his eyebrows and His eyelids twitched at the same time, and his entire face was as funny and abstract as a wind-up toy robot.

"Then do everything you say and I will tell you the truth, and fulfill your loyalty just like your oath until the end."

Heinrich, whose face remained unmoved, didn't even blink, and blurted out words without any emotion.

"That's natural. It's my duty to do what I should do, and I don't need any excessive reminders."

""

After saying this, Heinrich only had the words "see off guests" written on his face.

The man who had already accompanied Heinrich and others to the roadside outside the door couldn't bear it anymore. He was really fed up with the cynicism of this vulgar and rude man. It was really hard to imagine that such a person was actually a Junker noble. As for his background, I really don’t know if all those aristocratic etiquettes have been learned by him, or if they have gone to other places. There is no need to say more with such a person.

"Many people will be grateful to watch you die on this high ground, just like the oath you just said, if it is really an oath.

""

It was really difficult to regain the slightest interest in this guy who had already broken through the city's poor defense. The silent Heinrich chose not to answer, and just let this bastard with a smug smile on his face go. After getting out of the car, the entire convoy quickly started and drove away, leaving a distant sound and dust floating in the air.

"Why can such a meaningless bastard live, but we who risk our lives to protect Germany must die? I don't understand."

The adjutant, who was much younger than Heinrich, was already so angry that he almost made a move. If Heinrich hadn't been beating the crowd here, his fist as big as a sandbag might have hit that bastard's face. How could he be like the sea? Inrich was talking without changing his expression.

"If you want to search for meaning, then I can tell you clearly. Some people are still alive even if they are dead, and some people are still alive even if they are dead."

""

The young adjutant was a little confused, let alone the deep meaning hidden in Heinrich's words, until Heinrich spoke again.

"There is nothing that cannot be let go. Ever since the day I was sent to this position and seemed to be someone's scapegoat, I knew that more than one person was preparing a way out for the coming destruction.

"The funny thing is that someone had reminded me before, but I still scoffed at it at that time. I believed that there were always more solutions than difficulties, but now it seems that I was just ignorant at that time. I should have realized all this a long time ago. "

The adjutant, who probably knew some of the inside story, didn't say anything. After thinking about it carefully, he just changed the topic, and then asked Heinrich another unrelated question. Maybe he just wanted to change the topic simply. .

"Then what should we do next? General."

As if there was no need to think, Heinrich's next words blurted out almost instantly.

"I said, this is the moment when we fulfill our oath, and I will do my best to do everything I can and should do until the end."

"Let that Goebbels lackey say whatever he wants. I don't need to care about those rumors and one-sided words. My soldiers and the front line under my feet will not lie. This is more effective than any words. "

""

The adjutant next to him was silent, as if he was thinking about something, but when Heinrich turned around and took a step back, he followed him and quickly spoke, asking about the question that had been bothering him for a long time but had never stopped. Problems that I dare not face, let alone speak out about.

"Can we defeat that steel butcher? That Malashenko, the man called "Zhukov's Blade."

In addition to the notorious "Steel Butcher" nickname, Malashenko gained a new nickname because he returned from East Prussia to the front line against Berlin and once again took orders under Zhukov. The enemies called it "Zhukov's Blade" in horror, as if the Red Army God of War, who had killed countless Fascist villains, would wield the most deadly blade in his hand to deliver the final blow to Germany.

Such a nickname that was born at this moment and at the right time is indeed more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and terrifying than the "Steel Butcher", so much so that the German soldiers who heard it could almost feel the cold edge of the blade. It's the same feeling as if it's grinding back and forth on your neck and could be cut off at any time.

"If I said no, would you want to believe it?"

""

Answering questions with questions is not a good way, and may even be regarded as weak, but it is the best and most acceptable answer at the moment. There is no one. The truth ultimately needs to be understood and faced alone. , no matter how cruel the bloody reality is.

"I don't know, General."

"I have never heard of anyone who could truly threaten that Malashenko. The SS almost did it, but he miraculously survived and brought his army back from hell even more brutally. Kill us twice as much. Send us into the meat grinder like cattle, his slaughterhouse, break our bones like mince meat.”

"One famous general after another, one ace unit after another fell under his butcher knife. I often wonder if it is our turn now? Is this the same fate? Is there no way to change it? This is really”

"Nothing is unacceptable and one's emotions should not be imposed on reality, and this applies to everyone."

The figure walking slowly forward seemed a little heavy, and the only thing that remained unchanged was the words that still contained no emotion.

"But this does not mean that I will give up. When my destiny comes, no matter what the outcome is, I will accept it happily, just like God requires of a devout believer."

If there is a predetermined destiny in this world, then it is the Red Army's earth-shaking, violent artillery bombardment and engines roaring in the sky, at least for Heinrich and all the German troops under his command.

Standing outside the turret of his own vehicle, standing among the roaring fire of the mountain and the tsunami.

Malashenko, who was counting the time with a telescope in his hand, glanced at the mechanical watch on his wrist, picked up the microphone at hand again, and his words were filled with determination.

"Leader, charge forward!"