Comrades in the leadership division basically all know a story and a legend.
Legend has it that those fierce men wearing armor plates, with grenades on their waists, and often carrying captured German iron fists on their backs, are the most capable group of infantry in the entire leadership division.
Their numbers are small, but their combat power is extremely powerful. They are an absolute nightmare for any Fascist villain walking on the ground.
There is a popular saying in the leadership division: If you are an ordinary mechanized infantry, please note that if you encounter this group of "armored men" walking with you and fighting side by side on the battlefield, then this means
Two things need to be understood.
First, you are in the most intense hand-to-hand infantry battlefield. The intensity of the battle may exceed any battle you have experienced in the past, especially for newcomers who have just arrived to lead the division.
Secondly, I need to congratulate you. Although the battle you face will be extremely fierce, it will be nothing compared to these "armored men" around you. The support you can get from them is far more than
The more intense the battle, the more difficult it will be for you.
If you team up with these people and fight side by side, the battle you will face next will most likely be unfavorable. Even if you encounter difficulties, these "armored men" will charge forward, retreat behind, and be the first to attack.
They will never let you charge into the battle in their place and fight the main force. They will only let you watch the wings and the remaining soldiers to help fight the base.
These "armored men" have a common name: the Leader Division Combat Engineer Troops. The number is so sparse that even in the Leader Division, which is known for its large organization, there are only a total of two battalions, one for each heavy composite brigade.
, the total strength of the troops combined is worth more than a thousand people.
If the leading division is the absolute elite among the millions of Red Army, then this group of people is the elite among the elite. They are "human tanks" and "steel infantry" who have transplanted the armor plates of Stalin tanks onto their bodies.
The remaining Nazi prisoners who survived under their command fearfully called them the "Iron Butcher Commandos".
So much for the artistic rendering. Now, Alsim, who had just led a group of tough guys to blow up the Kraut bunker, had something to say.
"I'm asking you a question, kid! Is there anyone else trapped among you? I won't wipe your butts if you're too far away!"
Even the tone of this man who looked rough and strong was as cold and hard as the armor plate on his chest, but it was this seemingly ruthless coldness and hardness that turned the tide of the battle and resolved the crisis.
"There is another one. Our squad leader went out to blow up the bunker. He hasn't come back yet, so he's over there."
"Um?"
Following the direction of the little kid's finger in front of him, Alsim looked up and saw a prostrate figure that had almost climbed to the edge of the trench. Without saying a word, he pressed his upper body against the trench wall and leaned out.
He came out, stretched out his big hand, grabbed the squad leader's relatively thick hair, pulled him into the trench like a chicken, and threw him to the ground.
"I crawled out physically and blew up the bunker before I was killed by the Nazis. You're so brave, you're so lucky!"
"How about it, are you interested in having sex with me? I'll open the back door for you, come and fight with the engineering troops, take out all the eggs of those naughty bastards, and kill the shit out of them!"
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The originally okay hair style had been turned into a chicken nest by those big calloused hands. He had no time to fix his hair style, and he had no resentment towards Shangguan. Knowing what had just happened, the monitor quickly thanked the big brother in front of him.
Saved his life and that of his brothers.
"I don't have this idea at the moment. Thank you for your invitation. Thank you for saving me and my comrades in the same class."
"It's a pity, but if you change your mind, you are welcome to come to me at any time. My name is Alsim, just tell me my name, and all the division commanders and comrades will recognize me."
It was also during this conversation that the squad leader, who had just narrowly escaped death, finally saw clearly what saved his life. It was a new gadget that he had never seen before.
It was lifted into the hands of two tall men who looked like tough men in the Combat Engineer Corps. The iron pipe, which was thicker than the girl's wrist, was like a toothpick in their hands. The iron pipe remained on the front end.
A plume of green smoke, and the super-caliber warhead they had just taken out of the ammunition carrier and were about to be reloaded, all silently explained the purpose and principle of this thing.
Eighty percent of it is something similar to the German Iron Fist in principle, but it can be reloaded and reused. Just now, this thing fired multiple guns and concentrated fire, blowing up the German bunker from another shooting angle.
Hell, there is no need to say more about whether this power is great or not.
"Is that a new weapon? For combat engineers?"
Before the squad leader, who was thinking about something in his heart, could speak, the squad deputy beside him couldn't help but speak up first.
"What do you mean? Our domestic products, although there are still some problems, are much better than the German guy's tattered mop stick. I believe you have experienced it."
While mumbling, he replaced the magazine of the AK in his hand. The violent desire to slaughter in his heart did not diminish at all. Alsim, who was surging up, no longer had the intention to continue talking nonsense, and saved a wave of his own people.
There are more important things to do after that.
"Keep going! Come with me, we're going to level this mountain today!"
"Ula!"
"Ula!"
"Can't wait to smash these naughties!"
Looking at the group of armored men in front of them whose murderous intent was boiling like boiling water, and who were as excited as chicken blood when they heard the killing of Fasis, the squad leader who just said he didn't want it was a little shaken for a moment, although he could
Continue to stick to myself but still make some changes.
"Let us join. We have assault rifles and the latest machine guns! My soldiers are also experienced and will definitely be able to help you!"
Originally, my mission was to continue to advance along this communication trench and bulldoze any Germans who dared to block it. Now that there were people going in the same direction as me, it seemed that it was not a bad idea or even a matter of course to join them.
After all, they are really stronger, and the strong can often survive to the end on a cruel and hellish battlefield.
No matter how brave and fearless the soldier is, he still wants to live to see the day when the Great Patriotic War is won. After all, he has come so far, how can he fall at this last moment? Even if he follows the strong auxiliary for this reason, it is not a bad idea, everyone.
But they are all gay.
"Are you joining?"
After taking a breather after a wave of assaults, Alsim, who was about to continue on the road, glanced up and down at the group of "physically bullet-resistant" people in front of him. Although they didn't look like his brothers, at least they were pretty good.
It seems okay to nod and agree with the principle of "there is strength in numbers".
"Then come with me. You obey my command. Let's go!"
The infantry in the front are charging in depth along various cover nodes they can find and use. The self-propelled artillery groups in the rear are still raising their barrels and spitting out tongues of fire to prevent any large-scale Germans from running away or approaching for support.
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And Malashenko, who is far from satisfied with this, is still planning an even bigger "surprise". The most destructive force under the leader's division organization has just arrived on the edge of the highland and is ready, waiting for Malashenko to