Steel Soviet Union

From that day on, the old Boris, who liked the new and disliked the old, and had some "scumbag" attributes, threw away his loyal and first-time wife, Bobosha, who had been with him for a long time. And "loving the new and hating the old" became a "glorious big pig's trotter" and married his "new wife" - an AK-44 short assault rifle.

Designed for use in narrow spaces, the AK-44 short assault rifle is made by a famous master and designed with the guidance of experts. Regardless of its portability or power, Boris, who has tried many self-defense weapons repeatedly, couldn't put it down and said that this is definitely the best.

In complex environments, such as when changing shooting positions in street fighting, you can't move forward with a sniper rifle that is long and covers the mechanical sights. As a survivor of Stalingrad, Boris knows how important a handy self-defense weapon is to a sniper.

Don't think that you are invincible just because you are good at sniping and shooting. At best, you have learned how to hit people.

But before you learn to hit someone, you must first learn to be beaten. This is basic common sense, and being fully reliable, which can also be called a strong self-protection ability, is the best way to learn to be beaten.

There is no doubt that the "new wife" AK-44 short burst in his hand is the answer Boris is ultimately looking for.

This kind of thing is much smaller than a submachine gun when stored on the body, but the actual firepower is comparable to that of a light machine gun. It is simply a "dream lover".

After all, as he expected, he once again "dreams back to the meat grinder". After going round and round, Boris still inevitably enters the nightmarish street fighting battlefield. He is grateful that he has such a handy guy in his hands at this moment, instead of Advance with a small pistol or some submachine gun that is too bulky and big for a sniper.

"There seems to be no one. Have all the Germans escaped? Or have they all been killed? This place was just swept by an infantry fighting vehicle cannon."

Alexey, the observer who climbed through the window and jumped into the house after Boris, whispered softly. The mess in the house in front of him, with smashed and overturned furniture and wood debris everywhere, did not seem like there were any enemy activities. It seemed that except for the sound of exchange of fire coming from outside the house, the whole house was almost eerily quiet.

"If you ever think that all the Germans are dead, you will die before them."

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Leng Buding hit a snag with Boris again. Alexei, who was almost completely opposite to Boris in terms of personality, was very uncomfortable with being treated by this old guy like he was lecturing his grandson.

However, after seeing Boris's abilities and getting to know each other longer and longer, he knew that this old man was quite warm-hearted in nature, and Alexey, who should be considered a sharp-tongued person, got used to it.

Just as Boris sprayed him like this first, Alexey, who pretended not to hear, was still sitting and doing what he was supposed to do, holding tightly the short assault rifle that was exactly the same as the one in Boris's hand, alert He glanced around.

"Go upstairs. I just heard something moving on the third floor of this building. Go take a look."

Boris, who turned on the mute mode, turned to gesture to Alexei. Alexei, who had been working together as a team with this old guy since the Stalingrad battle, to Boris was "you As soon as you stick your ass out, I know what kind of shit you are pooping and what kind of fart you are making." It is extremely easy to understand the meaning of Boris's gesture.

The two members of a sniper team then moved in tandem, keeping vigilant, towards the latest shooting position that Boris had selected, which was also a commanding height within easy reach.

Alexey, who was holding the rifle tightly in his hand, walked in front. It was not that Boris was cunning and deliberately let the young man stand in front and die, but Alexey had always felt that although Boris was experienced and had excellent sniper skills, In terms of physical strength and reaction speed, he is no match for his young and powerful self.

This was proven in the automatic weapons rapid target shooting competition. Old Boris also admitted that he was not as good as Alexei, a young man, in melee automatic weapons shooting.

After all, he is almost fifty, and has passed his prime years.

If it weren't for his rich experience, outstanding ability, excellent marksmanship, and the support of hard enough actual combat results. Leaders, a place where elites gather, have to think twice about whether they should have nearly half a hundred old men. It is also appropriate to leave the aspects that they can no longer keep up to to young people. Boris, who has lived to this age, no longer cares about Those who are entangled in dealing with "what's the matter and why".

If I can't do it, I just can't do it. There is no shame in serving the old age. Face is not something you can put on, but is earned through strength and recognition. This is one of the life philosophies that Boris has summarized after living to this age.

"Wait a minute, there is movement ahead!"

Alexey in front instantly raised his hand to send a signal. Boris, who was walking quietly up the stairs behind him, saw this and stood in the hall at his feet. He raised two fingers and waved a neat and coherent gesture.

"Go to both sides, spread out, and approach carefully."

"clear."

In accordance with Boris's request, Alexey, who had deep trust in the experienced Comrade Bao, took the lead in touching the room from the left, followed closely by Boris, who was quietly walking upstairs, and quietly moved forward along the right.

The sound came from the closed door in front of me, and it sounded like someone was rummaging through the cabinets and sorting out something in the house.

But the sound stopped abruptly just now. When I reached the door, I couldn't hear any movement at all. I could hear my comrades downstairs loudly greeting the comrades on the street.

"Follow up! Keep moving forward, move fast!"

Alexei and Boris, who were so nervous that their palms were sweating, looked at each other. Boris, who tried to encourage Alexei with his eyes, nodded quietly, and then showed his left hand that he had just touched behind his buttocks, showing The "Soviet Lemon" is already in the palm of your hand.

"clear!"

Alexey, who understood what Boris meant, quietly raised his left hand, while his right hand still held the handle of the gun tightly against the trigger, and gradually stretched his left hand towards the tightly closed door handle without making any sound.

Alexey, who had completely touched the door handle with his left hand, glanced at Boris one last time. After receiving a positive answer, he mustered up the courage to gradually exert force inward and push quietly.

The wooden door seemed to be tightly closed, but it was not that tightly closed. Alexei pushed open the door that was actually ajar with almost no effort.

Everything was still quiet, and the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the house was no longer heard.

Could it be that I was suspicious and misheard?

Alexey was a little doubtful whether there was anyone in the room, but the movements in his hands continued until Boris, who was also concentrating and standing next to him, suddenly jumped up in brows.