It was already late at night, and Lieutenant Fafnir finished his last glass of wine on the sofa. He turned around and walked towards the depths of the building.
"Comrade Major, I wish you a sweet dream...if you can still sleep and dream."
"Go in and go up to the second floor and find a room at will. Lieutenant, I will have a good dream soon..." The fat man who was also sitting on the sofa read a book and said without raising his head.
Fafnir went up to the second floor with a mysterious smile, found a room at random, opened the door and walked in.
That night, Fafnir enjoyed a long-lost sleep.
The next day, a group of old men met with Second Lieutenant Fafnir. These old men basically held the rank of general and colonel, and most of them were in their twilight years. When they saw Fafnir, they couldn't hide the look in their eyes.
A lustful look at his "youthful" appearance.
"This group of people want to be rejuvenated and want to be young again, but why don't they accept vampire transformation... It turns out they are still afraid of turning into ghouls if they fail. Sure enough, they are still a group of cowards..."
After Fafnir left, he turned around and entered the library and records room in the manor.
In fact, all of Fafnir's performances were all about having fun with them - as a guy from the "realistic" World War II world, how could he possibly "know" the "dead souls" of World War II in a cartoon?
Where are we? The so-called old men, majors, and the final brigade.
He didn't recognize anyone... Even Second Lieutenant Schrödinger with cat ears, Captain Werewolf, and Fafnir, whose faces were extremely unique and could never be forgotten once seen, had no memory...
..."A group of animated characters....."
Fafnir spent a day looking at the war records and history books in the library, and also surfed the Internet for a while. Now, he understood what was going on in the world today.
"My legend is spread here, but many details are different... The entire history of World War II is also subtly different. Moreover, this world has always had a tradition of supernatural powers, but in modern times
Through news manipulation, many things have become covered up legends. No wonder my 'Lynx' cannot be realized. It turns out that the German tank in this world
The development of K is the same as the real reality, and it ends with the Tiger King. However, it is quite interesting to look at your own legend. It turns out that I drove the No. 223 Tiger King... The tank was destroyed
It has a record of 235 vehicles and 113 artillery pieces. It is still Germany's number one tank ace..." Fafnir flipped through the books in the library and thought while drinking the wine he brought.
"Then, my crew members are naturally completely different from those in the 'real' World War II. What can be confirmed is that No. 223 King Tiger disappeared at the end of the Battle of Berlin. After the battle, it was found in the ruins, and the car body was completely damaged.
It cannot be recovered. The crew members can be confirmed dead - except for the commander, Lieutenant Fafnir, who has no idea what happened to him. This is an interesting thing. Alas, those guys back then didn't even know they had lived a post-war life.
There is no more life......"
Fafnir stood up, put away the stack of books he took out, and turned around to leave the library. A group of "people" wearing armed SS uniforms appeared in front of him.
"This is the first time I have seen female frontline soldiers in the imperial army." Fafnir took a look and said.
Before the group of vampires could react, Fafnir faded and disappeared in the corridor.
"Major. Second Lieutenant Fafnir disappeared right in front of us. It's impossible to tell how he disappeared from the monitoring records, and we can't trace the second lieutenant's traces." A vampire soldier at the bottom of the steps was reporting, but the major on the stage was
With a smile of unknown meaning on his face, the man dressed as a doctor on the other side had a crazy look on his face, "I really want to analyze Second Lieutenant Fafnir's 'ability'!"
"Lieutenant Schrödinger, can't you confirm the ability of Lieutenant Fafnir? Captain Werewolf?" The major smiled strangely and turned to look at the two people behind him.
The cat-eared boy and the tall man both remained silent.
"What an unexpected 'surprise'! Is it another 'inhuman' monster? Who will be stronger? Alcatel?" The major's last whisper was almost unheard.
Fafnir directly used the laws of "magic" in this world and used the "spell" of teleportation to come to Stalingrad, today's Volgograd. As for why he came here?
"This world has teleportation points corresponding to my 'legend'... It's really interesting. Stalingrad is just one of them. Look at these marked points - indeed they are all places I have fought in the 'legend'
The place......"
"Okay, come out. My tank!" Fafnir whispered. A faint phosphorus fire flashed on the outskirts of Volgograd at night. The e50ausfb "Lynx" tank that once galloped on the European battlefield twisted and changed its shape.
——When the form was fixed, a King Tiger heavy tank painted in brown urban dot camouflage appeared in the field.
"What a pity, my loyal Tank. In this world, my 'legend' ends with Tiger King... I can only fix you like this."
The armor and paint on the surface of this King Tiger are not new, and there are even a few pits, wear, and traces of corrosion. It looks like it has been in war for a long time, but the outside of the tank is also covered with a layer of phosphorus.
, the green phosphorus fire makes the original brown camouflage become more twisted and ferocious.
Fafnir put away the tank with satisfaction and turned to look at the city, "Sure enough, at the same time that my 'legend' entered this world, the 'legend' of those dead ghosts also started because of me...
..”
"Okay! Those bastards who have been sleeping for a long time! It's time to get up and continue our unfinished battle!! Stalingrad! Kursk! East Prussia! Berlin! Get up! The battle has begun again!"
Fafnir began to roar, his military boots began to stamp on the ground, and a low but high-spirited song sounded: "ob's
sturmtoderschneit, (whether it's a strong wind or a blizzard,) obdiesonneunslacht (or a scorching sun in the sky)..." With the singing, the ground began to tremble slightly - less than forty meters away from the Volga River, the ground
It cracked... The dark skeleton, covered with broken and charred pieces of military uniform, struggled to crawl out from under the cracked ground. When the skeleton stood firm - translucent phosphorus fire burned.
, covering the skeleton, the translucent phosphorus fire formed the appearance in life...
With more and more singing choruses, in Stalingrad; in Kursk; in East Prussia... everywhere there are different skeletons, wearing the same broken military uniforms, awakening from death, half
The transparent phosphorus fire re-formed the appearance of life, but that appearance could not hide the ferocious skeleton faces behind it, and they took up weapons again.
In front of Berlin's Brandenburg Gate, as many people came from nowhere to sing "The Song of the Panzers", the ground began to rise and crack. A completely twisted and broken heavy tank deformed in the phosphorus fire, and as the singing began to resume
It looked like "before death", and then the tank hatch opened, revealing a skeleton also covered with phosphorus fire. It took a "deep breath", and the sound of metal and stone rubbing mixed into the high-pitched "Song of the Armored Soldiers"
"middle..............
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