Steel Soviet Union

"Are you saying those Russians are going to kill us? I mean by the time they take Berlin, I have almost no doubt that it's going to happen."

Fudman's tone was filled with every negative emotion you can imagine. He had completely despaired of everything he had struggled with so far, just as the Russians were crushing the city of Berlin under the roar of artillery fire. It was also crushing his soul and will.

"I said, is there something wrong with your brain?"

The wounded prisoner on the side who had just been awakened from his sleep was obviously not angry, but he was also made sleepless by this surprise, and his tone of voice was full of gunpowder.

"If the Russians want to kill you, they don't even need to take action. They will throw you under that pile of rubble and you will die on your own, without any sound."

"I don't know why the Russians saved you kid. In my opinion, you have no value. You are just a rookie responsible for filling the cannon tubes in the turtle shell. I only exchanged the information I know for them to save me." It’s my life, otherwise the bleeding will kill me.”

"And you? You're worthless. I really don't know what's wrong with the Russians to save you. Maybe they want to see how tough your life is? It's really a miracle that you didn't die, I'm serious. "

Naturally, the veteran ruffian captive would not know that what he said unintentionally was damn right. You would never imagine that an old hunter from Siberia would have any strange habits or bad taste in treating his prey.

Maybe it's just to observe the prey's vitality and subsequent reaction, or it may be for other reasons.

But in short, Fudman, who was almost killed by the 152 Divine Cult in that bunker, did survive, and he was the only one in the entire collapsed ruins of the bunker.

"Damn, these stinky Russians took away all my cigarettes. I'm itching to death. I really want to have one to relieve my boredom. Wait, do you have any cigarettes on you?"

The veteran ruffian prisoner scratching his head focused his attention on Feldman. The young, weak-looking, one-armed prisoner just shook his head.

"I don't smoke"

"Don't smoke? Have you been recruited for just a month? All the rookies I've seen for more than a month smoke. I didn't expect that there is one here who can't even smoke."

The veteran ruffian's elegant and easy-going mouth is comparable to a latrine in a public toilet that hasn't been flushed in three months.

He was either swearing or swearing when he opened and closed his mouth, and he seemed very impatient. Most people would have turned against him or punched him with such an attitude.

But the weak Fudman just sat quietly on the edge of the bed, letting the sweat on his forehead flow down his face. He was neither angry nor reacting, and he just sat there without knowing what he was thinking.

"You little brat is as boring as a piece of wood."

He waved his hand impatiently as if to shoo away flies, but after a few seconds of silence, he took the initiative to turn his head again. The veteran ruffian prisoner who was bored with his work could only look for trouble and let the fool in front of him No matter how boring he is, you can only continue chatting with him.

"What did you dream about just now? How did it scare you like that? It's as if a ghost was strangling you."

The veteran ruffian recalled what was wrong just now, and chose to take the initiative to answer his questions, but all he got was a trembling reply from Friedman who slowly raised his head.

"I dreamed about the scene where I almost died, about the Russian shells hitting us, about me being torn to pieces in the explosion, and even the collapsed ruins didn't let me go and hit me again. Turned into mincemeat”

""

The veteran scoundrel who was cursing just now and was full of elegance and easy-going stopped talking, and even began to become quieter than ever before.

Looking at Fudman's trembling appearance and listening to those words full of fear, the veteran ruffian who is used to seeing all kinds of worlds probably knows that mental trauma is probably more fatal and difficult to recover than physical loss.

The veteran ruffian who changed his attitude immediately changed his attitude and began to speak quietly with a concerned tone like a senior bringing up a junior.

"But that didn't happen. You survived, just like you are now. This is a miracle for you. It turned your body into a legend. Now your spirit should also keep up with this change and become a legend, otherwise You are just a living corpse with a broken spirit."

"Of course, no one can help you, it all depends on you."

""

Seeing that the little kid in front of him was silent and still very scared, the tireless veteran ruffian could only continue to speak slowly.

"You should tell me what happened at that time, recall it, and then muster up the courage to say it. If you never escape, you will never get out. The nightmare will haunt you until you die."

""

Friedman in front of him still didn't speak, sitting there motionless like a wooden block.

Seeing this scene, the veteran ruffian finally became a little angry. He felt that he had just been talking to a dog for a long time, and it was time to make some movement, baring his teeth or wagging his tail. This kind of motionlessness and no reaction is the most annoying thing. It feels like all the words and good intentions just said have been thrown into a big cesspool.

"You bastard, you just want to die like this, right? If you don't look at it,"

"I dreamed about a scene that I should have never seen. It was very real, like it was real, but it didn't actually happen. I'm pretty sure. The Russian artillery trucks just opened fire almost at the same time as us, and then I I didn’t know anything and everything went dark. When my memory was blurry, I vaguely remembered that the Russians were continuing.”

The veteran ruffian's eyes shone brightly after being stirred up. Maybe it was out of his own interest, but maybe he wanted to help. In short, his next words were blurted out instantly without thinking.

"How about continuing? You go on."

"Continue the attack! Hurry! Follow up and protect the self-propelled artillery! Follow me!!!"

After solving the biggest troubles in front of them, all the German bunkers and fortifications blocking the road were sent to the sky in a series of shots.

Alsim, who personally led the team to resume the offensive, called on his soldiers to continue moving forward. The three large ISU-152As traveling together joined their combat team and fought side by side. Just like the Stalin heavy tank, it will provide close-in direct fire support, at least until a new request for fire support is sent.

So for Alsim, this has become an obvious matter of seizing the time. The only thing he needs to do is to lead the team forward and continue the attack without even looking at the collapsed ruins at his feet. Protect these three powerful but vulnerable ISU-152A vehicles from reinforcements in order to solve your own troubles.

However, at this time, Alsim did not expect that when he returned to clean up the battlefield soon, he would find a German under the ruins that even he felt was surprisingly powerful. stick.