Steel Soviet Union

"What the hell?"

"Don't move! Put your hands up!"

Alexey, who was staring with big eyes, subconsciously prepared to raise his gun and stab him, but Boris beside him unexpectedly took the lead and shouted loudly. The momentum that came from that moment was quite powerful. the taste of.

The person who suddenly rushed up in front of him was not one of his own, or the one who could make Boris shout so loudly, then the only possibility was that he was an enemy.

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What's outrageous is that the enemy in front of him is really different.

Most ordinary German sticks are armed to the point of spreading their teeth and claws, but this one is better. Except for the bayonet hanging on his belt, which poses an almost negligible threat, there is no one part of his body that can be said to be worthy of distinction. Threatening.

In other words, except for the bayonet that was not in his hand but still in the scabbard, there was nothing in this guy's body that could be called a weapon.

Well, that is if teeth and fists are not considered weapons.

"Souka is a deserter??? In a place like this???"

That is to say, while Alexey was subconsciously muttering to himself that he felt unbelievable, the unarmed German soldier in front of him, who was frightened by Boris's shout, was already trembling with his legs and following Boris's shout. He obeyed the command given in German and began to raise his hands tremblingly.

"Turn around and raise your hands above your head so I can see you at all times. Then move forward, now!"

"Don't shoot, please, don't shoot! I just want to be a good person. I was captured as a soldier. I beg you to let me go. I really haven't killed a single Red Army soldier. real"

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Holding the butt tightly in his hand, he looked at Alexei beside him, and both of them could read the same taste in each other's eyes.

I'm afraid what this German guy said is true, just because of the smell coming from his crotch and the trembling of his legs like springs.

Who is a serious soldier who would be such a coward? Become a deserter first, and then be so scared that you wet your pants in front of the enemy? I'm afraid the new recruits won't even have enough eggs.

Yes, that's right, this German stick was so frightened that he peed his pants in front of the enemy in broad daylight. The orange-yellow irritating liquid had already flowed down his pants to the floor.

"Let's go first! Stop talking nonsense and do as I say!"

Boris, who was too lazy to talk nonsense and really had no time to talk nonsense, used the bayonet of the rifle in his hand to slightly push the cowardly German soldier on the back.

It's not that he's going to do anything to him or let him see some blood, it's just to scare him. Boris estimates that the force he needs to push forward a little bit is just enough to pop a balloon.

But what’s even more unexpected is that

With just such a gentle push, the coward suddenly trembled like a toy robot full of wind-up and started accidentally, and then screamed "Ah!" The whole person spun around in front of Boris and Alsim, and when he lost his footing, he fell down the stairwell, screaming miserably all the way.

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"Is this guy an actor?"

"It doesn't seem like it, but I haven't seen it either, so don't ask me."

"Is there anything you haven't seen yet? I thought there wasn't."

"That's good, but I suggest you flatter me on another occasion next time. I can teach you two new tricks."

He muttered something in a teasing way as he responded to Alexei who asked the question first.

At this moment, the conversation coming from the first floor, as well as the exchange of fire that had calmed down, were silently telling Boris and Alexey a fact. Of course, this was also the reason why the two of them could relax and take it easy now. reason.

"Check the body. Don't leave any wounded soldiers hiding. I'll take a shot at you."

"Leave a few people here, the rest follow me and get ready to go upstairs."

"Hey! Here's a guy who rolled down from upstairs, and he's still alive!"

The clear Russian language has been passed into my mind along the corner leading to the stairwell on the first floor. There is no need to say more about who is the winner of the hand-to-hand firefight that just happened in the lobby on the first floor.

"Don't shoot! The code name is Caviar, one of our own!"

Alexey, who was worried about being accidentally injured by his own people, rushed ahead of Boris and called out the joint code before he stepped out of the stairs.

The two soldiers who were looking at the German soldier who rolled down the stairs and were captured alive were still looking towards the stairs with their guns raised, ready to take a look first if anything went wrong. Hearing the familiar code name of his own team and the authentic accent of the motherland, he put down the weapon pointed at the stairs and witnessed the arrival of two comrades, one in front of the other.

"Holy shit, combat engineers!? We were actually saved by these people!?"

One of the accompanying characteristics of being young and energetic is that you often talk more. After all, being young means that you are relatively incompetent. For example, although the old Boris next to him was also slightly surprised, it was only in his eyes, but he did not shout out loud on the spot like Alexey.

"What are you talking about, comrade? Who else, if not us, can help you get rid of a bunch of nemesis so quickly? We rushed over immediately after the company commander gave the order. The efficiency of this work cannot be said."

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He kept calling him "comrade", but both the content of the words and the tone of his words made people feel a little strange, as if something was not quite right.

If you have to say what it sounds like, it's probably similar to the way those hooligans and old gangsters talk in the streets. It's as if they are saying to you, "Man, it's not that my brothers are coming fast today, but those forced people are here today." I need to take some meat off of you."

"Who is your company commander?"

Alexey, who was surprised by the armored men in front of him, didn't know what Boris was thinking now, but he did hear him ask such a question.

Unexpectedly, before Boris finished speaking, a familiar-looking figure stepped out of the group of armored men opposite.

"It's me. You two are the sniper team that helped us deal with the trouble just now, right? Let's make an agreement first. Let's settle everything now. We won't owe each other any favors in the future, and the settlement on the spot will be without interest."

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What the hell kind of people are these?

The big-headed soldier below stepped on the body of the German stick that was still cold under his feet, and came up like a gangster in the market to get the upper hand.

The company commander who revealed his identity immediately afterward was even more confused. Those who didn't know what he said made Bao Buqi think that he was a gangster leader who was lending usury in the urban-rural fringe area to collect debts.

Is this still the Red Army? When has our leader's team ever been so violent?

Alexey, who was blinking blankly, felt puzzled, confused, and unable to understand, but Boris on the side had already recognized the true identity of the man in front of him.

"I've admired your name for a long time, Captain Alsim. A person who actively refuses promotion in order to participate in front-line battles is a person who has never been seen before."