Steel Soviet Union

"We have to keep moving forward. All the Nazis in this place are dead. If we go too late, we won't even be able to collect their bodies." The brave and aggressive Alsim thought that this matter was not over yet, and he wanted to keep moving forward to find more enemies to fight to the death. Not only Alsim, but also the group of big soldiers under his command were of this character. When they heard that they were going to continue to fight the Nazis, they were so excited that they wanted to roll up their sleeves and grab weapons to beat the Nazis' brains out. The excited expressions on their faces made Alexei on the side whisper to Boris on the side. "Are you sure these people are normal? Why do I feel like they are murderers? "

The word "murderer" is a strange and appropriate word.

Although Boris agrees with Alexei's words to some extent, he still has something to say in this situation.

"You'd better not let them hear it, otherwise I won't protect you, and I can't protect you anyway."

"Ah? This"

Being somewhat at a loss for words by Boris's "sudden reminder", Alexei couldn't figure out for a moment whether old comrade Boris was bluffing or telling the truth. He felt speechless. At this moment, the expression on his face that had nowhere to put him had betrayed him.

In short, no matter what Alexei thought, Boris, who decided to follow Alsim for a while, accepted the invitation and nodded in agreement.

So, the group that had just finished the battle set out on their journey again, and continued to move forward along the streets with corpses on both sides in the direction of the faint sound of gunfire and explosions, which would be the direction of the battle.

Alsim had been rubbing his hands and eager to teach those Nazi fanatics a lesson along the way, but he didn't know that the situation he had seen and heard made Alsim feel more and more wrong.

"Did you hear it? The gunshots are getting sparser and sparser, and it seems that even the explosions have not been heard for more than ten seconds. "

"Damn Suka! "

Of course, Alsim understood what the increasingly sparse gunshots and longer intervals between explosions meant on the battlefield. Given the current situation, it was not clear whether the Nazis could turn the tables and defeat the violent siege troops of the Leader Division.

Don't say Alsim didn't believe it. Even if you pulled a German prisoner out of the prisoner-of-war camp and asked him questions, the answer you got would most likely be that he didn't believe it.

So there was only one possibility for the situation at the moment: the Germans, who were beaten up by the Leader Division and beaten up by Malashenko himself, couldn't stand it anymore. They were either destroyed or on the verge of being destroyed.

Thinking that what he feared would come to him, Alsim didn't dare to delay any longer.

If he went over now, he might still have a chance to fire a few shots. But if he went over later, he wouldn't even have a chance to see how the Germans were killed. Alsim, who was already trotting forward, turned back again and gave orders while running forward.

"Hurry up! Follow us, run at full speed!"

"Yes!"

"Ura!!! ”

“”

Looking at the combat engineers around him, they were like chicken blood after hearing these words. Not only did they not complain, but their morale was full and their shouts were deafening. Alexei felt that the scene in front of him was incompatible with his past cognition. He was just confused.

“Are these people all monsters? We are out of breath with so little stuff on us, but they are carrying so much furniture and iron clothes, how come they don’t seem to feel tired? ”

“Because they can’t say it out loud, but you can, it’s just such a simple reason. ”

“”

Before Boris next to him could say anything, the next words or orders came immediately.

“Stop talking nonsense, keep up with them! These people are running ahead of you with so much furniture on their backs, don’t you feel ashamed? "

Although he said so and scolded Alexei, Boris was surprised and even shocked in his heart.

There is nothing wrong with forced marching on foot. If you are an elite, if you don't even have this basic skill, then you are not an elite, nothing.

But if you say that you carry an assault rifle, wear a double-layer armored steel bulletproof vest, and hang a bunch of trivial items such as grenades, bayonets, water bottles, and gas mask boxes on your waist and body, and some even carry rocket launchers or reloadable new rocket launcher ammunition on their bodies, and walk fast on the streets.

Then Boris can only say that this is too damn strong. If you don't say it's unparalleled in the world, at least it's rare in the Red Army.

It's not that I haven't seen combat engineers before, but it's really the first time I've seen an armored man with such good physical fitness and the energy to march and run with heavy armor when the battle is almost over.

"Are you usually like this? Are all combat engineers like you? ? ? I mean our division. "

Arsim, who was leading the team and running at the front, didn't expect Boris to ask such a question, but he didn't hesitate and answered immediately.

"I don't know about the others, but I personally asked us to do this, and we practiced it. We practiced until we became what you see now."

"Why? Aren't you also mechanized? I remember that you were the first unit to be equipped with infantry fighting vehicles."

I was puzzled by Alsim's answer. In Boris's understanding, it was precisely because combat engineers carried heavy loads and had slow and difficult maneuvers on foot that they became the first unit to receive priority in the distribution of parallel infantry fighting vehicles. But this seems completely inconsistent with Alsim’s answer.

It was also through the words and facial expressions that he understood Boris's doubts through listening and seeing. Alsim, who just grinned while running forward, continued to speak.

"Because Comrade Division Commander likes it. He said that you can't lose the effort on your legs just because you have wheels and tracks. If the equipment is off, you can still fight, but if the people are off, no matter how good the equipment is, it won't matter. use."

"Look, what Comrade Division Commander said is so right. Isn't it time that we don't have infantry fighting vehicles available? The same goes for you two."

"Most of the heavy equipment and vehicles of our division are stuck on the way into the city. If we didn't practice the kung fu of solemnization and didn't listen to the words of our division commander before, would we still have to sit on the side of the road to rest for a while before drinking two Drool? If the German guy's corpse could still smile, he would definitely be laughed at. He is still chasing an enemy at this level."

""

Unlike Alsim, Boris is not a popular person around Comrade Senior Commander and has the opportunity to listen to Comrade Senior Commander's "teachings", but he does have to admit that Alsim or Comrade Senior Commander is right.

The so-called elite does not mean how good the equipment is, but refers to those who have not lost their solid basic skills even after being separated from those advanced and powerful equipment. In the worst combat environment imaginable, he can still be tenacious and unyielding, and he can still crush a lot of Slavic warriors.