Steel Soviet Union

The two "Nazi nemesis" were here discussing when they met on the battlefield and whether they had killed more or fewer Nazis.

Boris has always remembered Alsim, but this is only Boris's own business. This is the first time Alsim has heard of this situation.

"Holy crap!? Stalingrad? Wait, you mean you were in Stalingrad at that time? That period from 1942 to 1943???"

The number of people who participated in the street fighting in Stalingrad was a small minority among the Red Army, and the number of people who could come out of that purgatory-like battlefield alive was even rarer.

It's nothing more than Alsim having such a strong reaction. After all, the number of people who can come out of that city of purgatory and still live to this day cannot be said to be counted on one's fingers, but at least they are really as few as a drop in the bucket. Everyone who achieves this feat is a living legend.

"Don't look at me with this expression. Compared to me, you are more amazing."

"After all, I am lurking in the shadows and hunting enemies from a distance, but what about you? Your body is soaked in blood and you are facing the enemy. Every enemy you kill can look at you in despair and fear before they die. Face, I can’t think of any better way to punish those naughties than this. If someone like you is alive today, that’s a true legend.”

"To put it bluntly, if a story like this were told to other ordinary people, I would have died more than ten times, as if all the bullets and bayonets were flying around you.

After you sing, I will come on stage, and after you finish playing, I will play you.

After all the "business bragging" here, it feels like there is no practical meaning. Although both parties are indeed amazed by the other's experience, at least there are more important and worthwhile things to do right now.

"We plan to move on. Are you coming? Or do you want to find your main force? We can give you a ride. At least you two will not be caught alone and bullied by the Nazis."

Alsim issued a rare kind reminder out of good intentions, but Boris, who knew what he should do, politely refused.

"There's no need to send us off. Our two companies are still stuck in the traffic jam and can't get through. The heavy equipment is blocked and can't be moved, so the light infantry has to arrive first. We are mobile support, and we will go wherever we need help. "

"Well that's it."

Alsim had an idea and immediately changed the offer of escort to an invitation.

"Why don't you come and support us? Let's take care of each other. I'll take care of your security. I'm sure no nemesis can get even half a step closer to you. Accordingly, use your marksmanship to help us. Let's even out and help each other. ,what do you think?"

Alsim originally thought that Boris would think about it, but he didn't expect that the other party's answer was to grin without thinking.

"No problem. It just so happens that I also want to see how you fight and see how those nasty bullets and bayonets go around you."

This old guy is indeed better at talking and mouthing than he is. Alsim, who rubbed his nose and grinned, followed up with the answer.

"Then let's go."

Following the group of combat engineers who had cleared the area, they walked out of the building. Boris, who was carrying an SVT-40 on his back and holding a short-range AK in his hand, didn't notice it until he walked out of the door, or in other words, he didn't notice it until then.

The outer wall of the first floor of this three-story hotel has been blasted with several huge gaps. There are three of them as far as the eye can see. Who knows there are still more in invisible places? no more.

The moment he saw this violently demolished gap in the wall, Boris felt inexplicably familiar, as if it evoked a long-standing memory deep in his memory.

"You did all these holes?"

"Huh? What holes? Oh, did you say this? What else? Who else could it be besides us? It was the movement caused by these holes that saved you."

Hearing Alsim's nonchalant answer next to him, Boris's suspicion was fulfilled.

really.

The reason why this inexplicably familiar hole feels like déjà vu is because I have indeed seen it before, but only a long time ago, in Stalingrad.

In street fighting, directional explosives are used to forcibly break down walls and change the original terrain to create new battlefield spaces and battlefield passages. This is the special skill of combat engineers as heavy assault infantry, and it is a unique skill. .

There are not many occasions to see combat engineers, and the opportunity to see combat engineers show off their skills and unique skills in street fighting is even rarer.

If you think about it carefully, the last time you saw combat engineers doing hard work was indeed during the Stalingrad period.

Those unreasonable combat engineers were called "battlefield rule breakers", at least that's what the Germans called them.

why?

Those German guys never imagined that they would be faced with a hole suddenly blown out of the toilet fence while taking a shit, and they would die in the shit. After fighting all day during the day, I was just getting ready to rest at night. I was sitting on the edge of the bed before I could lie down. As a result, my butt, the bed, and the entire wall next to the bed were exploded with a "bang", and I turned into a human being. Heaps of rotten meat died among the rubble of bricks and stones.

You can't rest peacefully, and you have to be on guard even when you're on the battlefield. You never know whether the seemingly safe bunker wall around you will become the wall blasting point selected by those "armored guys".

If there is no passage, use explosives to create one. If the combat terrain is unfavorable, then blow up the combat terrain to your advantage.

Do you think that killing people is the specialty of these combat engineers?

Wrong, dynamite is.

Especially explosives in street fighting.

As an engineer, you should never forget your own job and innate skills, even the "madmen" under Alsim are the same.

Boris originally thought that the several explosions coming from downstairs that covered his explosion were caused by cluster grenades.

Only now did I realize that it was Alsim who was leading people to perform his "specialty show".

"Damn! Now, we're late. Everyone has snatched up all the hard food, and there's not even any leftovers left for us."

"Um?"

Boris, who was briefly lost in thoughts of memories, took a look when he heard the words and found that Alsim was looking at the skeletons lying on the street and complaining.

Obviously, during the time when Alsim led people to forcibly demolish the outer wall and break into the building to rescue Boris and the two, the main force pushing along the main road of the street had already resolved the battle and moved on.

There were no enemies left for Alsim and his party, but they did leave a pile of fresh corpses that were still a little warm.

This made Alsim, who had originally planned to continue the killing spree, frown and feel unhappy. He turned around and said to Boris and everyone behind him.

Brothers, I’ll give you an update today. My mother has been sick and has been taking care of her all day. She’s really tired now. She didn’t eat much today. I’m going to pack up and get ready to go to bed early. I’ll make up for ten updates on New Year’s Day. I’ll do what I say.