Chapter 2271 I feel terrible just thinking about it
Chapter 2271 It feels terrible just thinking about it
"That guy is crazy! He is simply an idiot! There are Russians outside the station now, and they must be everywhere in the city! We are surrounded by water, and this idiot actually wants to use a tank to touch the Russian tanks to counterattack!
What? The Russian tanks cannot be deployed in the station, can ours be deployed? This is simply a stupid pig-like command!"
The confident Major General has returned to the waiting hall, and most of the entourage has followed him. There are only a few people left on the platform who were asked to carry out the order. Among them, there is a person who is incomprehensible.
The two people were extremely speechless at the stupid command.
"Even if what you said is true, in fact I think so, but so what?"
"He has the final say in the entire station now. No one can refuse or question his orders. We can only choose to execute them."
"..."
Knowing that what the good brother beside him said was the truth, he still felt unwilling to do so. The major with wandering eyes quickly continued.
"Then are you going to carry out his stupid order and then put your own life on the line so unexplainably?"
Another major who was taking cigarettes from the cigarette box smiled when he heard this. He handed one of the cigarettes to the good brother next to him and also put one in his mouth. He raised his hand to light the cigarette and then lit it.
Then he spoke again.
"I wanted to carry out his order, but I didn't promise him that it would be done."
"There is no guarantee that it will be completed? What do you mean..."
The major, who had the cigarette in his mouth but had not yet caught the fire, seemed to understand something, while the major whose mouth was smoking just smiled mysteriously.
"Be open-minded, you have to think about it for yourself. You and I both know that this war is not far from over. Do you want to lie in the grave and see the end of the war, or go back alive to see your wife and children? The process may be a bit difficult.
, but at least you can go home alive, instead of another man hugging your wife to sleep and beating your children after your death, oh, and spending your pension, if any, I bet you don't want to do this to me
Bar?"
"..."
The major, who had an unlit cigarette in his mouth, stopped talking. But any man with a bit of blood, a man, would definitely feel terrible if he thought about the artistic conception described in the words just now. What else could he do?
Is there anything more unacceptable than this nonsense?
From a man's perspective, I'm afraid there really isn't any.
"Damn! You're right, just thinking about it makes me feel terrible..."
Seeing that the brother next to him understood what he understood and was neither stupid nor stupid, the major was immediately happy. Talking to a smart person who can understand things makes people feel comfortable. At least it won't make you salivate for a long time.
It's a waste of effort.
He raised the lighter that had not been put back in his pocket again, reached out to light a cigarette for the brother next to him, and then spoke again.
"Don't feel guilty. It's not you or me who lost this war. We and many people have tried our best. But life will always go on, especially in this time when there is no hope.
, you have to use your brain more to think about what is meaningful.”
"...."
The younger Major, who took a deep breath from the cigarette, was actually completely convinced. At this moment, he had made the final decision, and he was not going to worry or hesitate about it any more. His next words should be firm in tone.
"I'll do it with you, you tell me what to do. I don't want to listen to those stupid pig-like orders anymore. You're right, we should think about it for ourselves."
"That's right!"
Seeing that the work was done, the older major smiled slightly, and then he lowered his voice and revealed the complete plan that he had already prepared.
"You and your people will follow me later. Let's do this first..."
The fierce exchange of fire in the station is still continuing. Members of the Air Force Field Force, together with the original National Defense Forces garrison in the station, are doing their best to resist the continuous and fierce attacks of the Red Army. However, the rapid deterioration of the battle situation is not controlled by them.
It depends on the degree of stubborn resistance.
"East! The Russians in the east have broken through the defense line. Immediate support is needed there! All of you, follow me!"
"Spread out, spread out! Our tanks are coming up. Get out of the way and let the tanks go in front. Everyone is following closely!"
A second lieutenant with traces of smoke and war all over his body and stains on his face called to his men to come for support. At the same time, "air force tanks" that had been mobilized and assembled rushed to the battlefield.
Not long after he got off the line of fire, the second lieutenant knew that the ferocious and brutal firepower of the Russians was definitely not something that flesh and blood could withstand. He quickly called on his men to get out of the way and let the brand new Black Panther II clear the way in front.
There is no need for the infantry to steal the limelight from these big iron guys in a battle of this intensity. That is simply seeking death over longevity.
"Hey! Where are the Russians? How many enemies will we encounter?"
The second commander of the Black Panther, who had never seen the Russians attacking the station since the battle broke out, was standing half-body outside the turret asking about the situation. The second lieutenant who heard this just turned his head hastily, intending to reply casually.
.
"The distance is very close. They have heavy tanks and a large number of infantry. They were less than 500 meters ahead a few minutes ago. They may be already..."
call out--
boom--
The second lieutenant who was standing not far from the car, holding the stg44 in his hand, didn't even have time to finish his words. A 25mm armor-piercing bullet that flew from an unknown place hit him directly in the chest, screaming through the air.
The whistling sound was simply like the shriek of the god of death wielding his scythe.
The entire upper body torso exploded into pieces in almost the blink of an eye. The pieces of flesh and blood that fell to the ground could not even be distinguished with the naked eye. Even if the distance was not very close, the parts on the turret were
The face of the Black Panther's second commander was splashed with flesh and blood.
"The Russians broke through the defense line! They are coming to the intersection ahead!"
"Meet the enemy! Everyone, defend on the spot!"
No one would care about the sudden death of a second lieutenant. Even the soldiers under his command who were talking to him just now are all in trouble, so how can they care about a dead man?
The progress of the leading division's attack force far exceeded the expectations of the German troops at the station, especially the east-route attack force, which was the first to open a more decisive breakthrough. Now it is progressing even more rapidly, and it has already hit the enemy in the face.
The is6 heavy tank that roared onto the platform from the intersection in front was still roaring forward, and the muzzle of the black hole that was no longer smoked was already aimed at the target.