In the next half minute, no gunshots were heard from either bedroom, only the continuous sounds of knives entering flesh and muffled grunts resounding in the room, echoing in the ears.
Most of the sleeping men in the room actually died painlessly.
Some had the quilt pulled up, their heads were covered on the spot, and knives were aimed at their vital points and stabbed randomly. Others had their pillows taken out and their mouths held down, and their necks were wiped before they could react.
This way of dying is actually quite good, at least the pain only lasts for a moment and ends quite quickly.
But one German guy was not so lucky.
To be precise, this guy didn't fall asleep at all. He was just lying on the bed staring at the ceiling with eyes as wide as cow bells, and he was wide awake.
The moment Alsim brought someone in, he immediately sat up from the bed as if there was a spring on his butt. In the dark, he couldn't see what the person who entered the room looked like, so he quickly reached out to touch him.
The pistol was placed beside the bed, close at hand.
"Danger! Want bad food!"
Alsim, who was the first to rush into the room and see this scene, immediately said to himself, "It's not good." If the German guy really touched the handle of the gun and fired a shot, it wouldn't matter whether he hit his brothers or not.
, those are definitely bad dishes.
One shot, only one shot is needed.
In the stillness of the night, just before dawn, the entire street, not to mention human sounds, could not even hear the sounds of rats scurrying and wild cats barking. It was really eerily quiet.
There is no need to guess what the consequences of a sudden gunshot will be. "Even a fool knows it." One shot will definitely wake up the Germans in the whole street and cause chaos on the spot.
Although this is not considered Alsim's "mission failure", after all, before entering the house, Alsim had led his men to quietly eliminate the wandering sentries on the periphery and the German troops standing guard on the commanding heights. Now that he touched this sentry
It was just because Alsim wanted to do one more job, completely eliminate the surrounding German dens, and overfulfill the tasks he was assigned to the best.
However, this does not mean that Alsim can tolerate the idiot in front of him who jumped up from the bed and ruined his good deeds with a gunshot.
I've put all my damn effort and effort into getting here, and there's only one last step left to get it done. How can I let a bastard like you ruin a good thing?
Don't even think about it!
Alsim, who had no time to run and rush forward, immediately exerted force on his right leg and kicked on the spot, accumulating strength on the spot. The right leg with bulging muscles exerted its maximum strength, sending the whole figure forward like a cannonball in an instant.
Alsim, who flew towards him, raised the razor in his hand and aimed at the target in mid-air until he reached the vital point of the opponent's neck.
At that moment when time was almost frozen, Alsim watched helplessly as the German guy touched the pistol on the table, then without saying a word raised the gun and took advantage of the situation and aimed at himself who was the greatest threat and the closest.
"Die to me!"
“Fuck you Russian pig!”
Both sides took action with the belief that they would kill without any hesitation. The success or failure of life and death only happened in a split second before they even had time to catch their breath.
puff--
"Well!!!"
Click——
Alsim, who originally wanted to cover the other person's mouth, finally changed his mind at the last moment before the knife penetrated the flesh.
The sharp razor held tightly in his right hand was sent into the neck with lightning speed, while the left hand that changed its direction tightly grasped the Walter P38 pistol, and tightly clasped the hand holding the gun.
The hand, especially the index finger, should not be allowed to pull the trigger at all.
The German squad leader who was stabbed in the neck with a knife wanted to make a sound, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not make any noise. He could not even move his body at all. He was killed by this heavy Russian guy who weighed at least 200 kilograms.
Press down.
Before his life was completely lost, the German squad leader wanted to pull the trigger of the pistol.
Rather than killing the Russian guy in front of him, he at least wanted to sound an alarm and fulfill his duty as a warning point to let his comrades know of the approaching danger, but the final attempt still failed.
Alsim's left little finger got stuck behind the trigger of the pistol at some point, acting as a "human safety" so that the index finger holding the trigger could not press the trigger no matter how hard he tried.
The German squad leader's neck was cut off with a knife, and his blood was gushing out. He died at the speed of light.
All attempts, hard work, unwillingness, and the final despair before death only happened in less than five seconds.
The pile of warm corpses in front of him finally succumbed and no longer struggled to resist. Alsim, who was holding the handle of the knife tightly in his right hand, stood up and pulled the razor into his arms.
Without the razor to block the huge wound, the corpse immediately spattered a bunch of blood bubbles. The warm corpse that was not yet dead was still twitching on the bed as if it had just stepped on high-voltage electricity. It would not take long for it to die.
Completely lost movement.
The blood on the face that was spattered more than a minute ago has not dried up, and new blood was added immediately afterwards.
Alsim, who had been "washed with blood" continuously in less than two minutes, now completely turned into a "blood-faced demon". He stood up from the bed with a blood-stained razor in his hand, and the way he turned around, he was really touching his behind.
The comrades who had just finished their work were slightly "shocked".
"Comrade Company Commander, are you okay?"
"It's okay, the bloody bitch is fishy and smelly, bah!"
"Check to see if there are any alive, don't leave any trouble, and keep it clean. The rest of the people will go downstairs to gather and prepare to meet the large army."
"yes!"
He casually pulled out a piece of rag from the bed sheet and wiped it on his face. Alsim, who was wiping the blood while going downstairs, was even more frightened by what he did. He looked like a "half-human, half-demon" bloodthirsty thing that had just come out of hell.
It was like crawling out, but Alsim himself, who had no mirror to look in, didn't know this.
Of course, I guess even if Alsim could look in the mirror now, he probably wouldn't have cared about it until this happened.
Alsim, who was anxious to kill more Nazis, only cared about one thing now: to quickly send a signal to inform him that the mission was completed, so that the large troops on standby could begin to enter the city.
At the same time, not only Alsim's group, but also several other separate reconnaissance units had completed their respective tasks and succeeded one after another, successfully clearing all the German checkpoints and warning points on the periphery without a single shot being fired.
, this is the most perfect situation among ideals, there is no one.
When the roaring IS6 heavy tanks and BMP43 infantry fighting vehicles appear at the street intersection, roaring with anger and spraying black smoke, the Nazis in the neighborhood who are still ignorant of their situation will be doomed to destruction.