On this night, from Volgograd to Berlin, some trivial things happened in Europe - about a hundred dead ghosts have awakened, which is really not worth mentioning compared to the frequent vampire killings that have occurred recently.
As the last Black Panther tank on the outer highlands of Berlin was formed in a phosphorus fire, the entire small recovery came to an end. Finally, somewhere in western Germany, more than a hundred skeletons wrapped in a phosphorus fire stood quietly between the tank and the armored vehicle, just as they were preparing to inspect the moments.
"After that after the legend comes back, there are only two tiger kings, one black panther, two hunters and one grizzly bear? In addition, six 251 and nine trucks......... more than one hundred dead ghost grenadiers are still led by the burned ghost Shutkehaojian and canned collection madman Yang... Fortunately, there are two snipers who were blown into pieces in the forest, but there are three Imperial tank aces, Dick Carl and Langinus. If it is really the time of a war, this battle group can last for a few days." Favnier looked at the group of dead souls in front of him. These guys were obviously very excited to be able to return to this world again. These guys were so eager to continue the battle and fighting during their lifetime.
"I said you guys are still thinking about fulfilling your past wishes?" Favnier roared, but after looking at the dead ghosts, the red phosphorus fire burning in his eyes, finally Favnier also smiled distortedly.
"So! First of all, Stalingrad! Let's complete the battle goals in one go! Fifty-seven years ago we didn't rush to the Volga River. This time we must achieve the goals set by the generals!" Favnier got into his tank, his body exposed outside the turret and shouted loudly, "Tank! Go forward!" With the cheers, the group of undead soldiers jumped onto their own tanks and drove out one by one. With the gust of cold wind, the sound of the engine and singing suddenly disappeared on the road.
With the gloomy singing, a group of "ancient" tanks appeared outside Volgograd with phosphorus fire. They formed a battle formation, and the tracks rumbled the road surface and rushed towards Volgograd.
Along the way, they successfully flattened several cars and buses where drivers and passengers ran away - the sound of the tank engine was loud hundreds of meters away, and it would be impossible to hear it unless it was a deaf person. The tank covered with phosphorus fire was also hundreds of meters away, which was enough for ordinary people to run away... and the local police who tried to block it quickly turned the front of the car and turned in at full speed.
These guys kept rushing to the edge of the Volga River in the city and stopped moving forward. No one dared to come out to stop him along the way, and no good citizen dared to open the doors and windows to look at him, and there was not even a policeman.
The stopping tank opened the hatch door, and the skeleton soldiers jumped off the armored vehicle also peered at the tankers, as if they were stunned...
"Aren't there a group of Russians shouting "Ula" to come up to fight us? Why can't even see an armed civilian?! What about the enemy's tanks? What about the self-propelled artillery and infantry?! Why are they all missing?! Is this still Stalingrad of the Soviet Union? Favnier, what's going on?" Dikkar, who poked his body out of the tiger king, expressed his companions' thoughts.
Favnier said with a wry smile: "Before I have time to tell you that the red enemy is harder than you dead... There is no Soviet Red Army now, and this city is only defended by the police. There is no guard tank army anymore. Hahaha." The dead were silent.
But they opened once, and the grizzly bears destroyed an Orthodox church in the city with artillery - the reason was that several priests ran out of the church, waving the holy light emitted by the cross caused discomfort to the dead.
They left the death-fighting place that was once called Stalingrad, and disappeared like mist before the first ray of morning sunlight appeared.
The next afternoon, the sky was covered with dark clouds like lead blocks, and the Berlin Avenue seemed to be back fifty-five years ago. The Tiger King Tank led several old-fashioned tanks to slowly advance on the avenue, and walked next to the tanks with skeletons wearing military uniforms from the Third Reich. These skeletons wrapped in phosphate fire were also holding their own weapons, which resulted in a very good clearance effect...
Countless people were praying to God - after they saw this kind of thing that transcends common sense. There were also very brave reporters who carried the camera to broadcast the image to the whole world. No policeman tried to stop the ghosts and let them use tracks to crush the road surface of the street under the Bodhi tree into ditches.
"I said, this can be regarded as satisfying our wish for the Battle of Berlin? Favnier. Where have those who fought to the death with us in Berlin? Although the empire has been defeated for fifty-five years, isn't there anything that can make us feel the passion of fighting again?" Longineus, who was exposed on the turret of the Black Panther tank that was rushing into the head, showed a skeleton rack in military uniform, said on radio.
"You don't have to think about the Soviet Red Army. But I guess the fighting wishes of you dead ghosts will be satisfied soon. I think the thirteen departments of the Vatican will satisfy you. Look, their helicopters have arrived."
With the sound of the helicopter engine, groups of people in black clothing landed with weapons. A bad middle-aged man with golden retriever chanted with a loudspeaker: "We ask yourself what you are? We are Escariot, Judah of Escariot. But Escariot, what you hold with your right hand? It is a short knife and poison. But Escariot, what you hold with your left hand? Thirty silver coins and straw ropes. But Escariot, what you are? We are both an apostle and an apostle. We are both a believer and a believer and a believer and a believer and a church.
We are both traitors and not traitors. We only worship one thing, but we just beg our bodies to beg our Lord for the kindness, and we just beg our bodies to seek all the people who rebel against the Lord. We waving a short sword in the dark, throwing poison into supper, and turning into dead soldiers. We are dead people, we are assassins and Judah of Escariot. As long as the time comes, we throw thirty silver coins to the God's place. We hang them on a straw rope, and we can form a disciple to go to hell. We form a team to set up a formation, and we only wish to fight in hell for 7,45,926 evil ghosts!"
"Look, the target of the battle is here. Although it is incomparable to the red army back then, I can barely make a fuss. Shutek Haojian! Yang! Grenadiers are handed over to you! Send a few people to come out to shoot for us! Karl! You start shooting freely!" Favnier gave an order on the radio.
The sound of tearing the linen sounded, and the bullets splashed at the opposite group of knights with faint ghost fires like heavy rain......
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