"We have to keep moving forward. All the Nazis here are dead. If we go later, it won't be our turn to even collect the corpses of the Nazis."
Alsim, who is brave and fierce, thinks that this matter is not over yet, and wants to move forward to find more enemies and engage in bloody battles.
Not only Alsim, but also the gang of top soldiers under him also behaved this way.
As soon as they heard that they were going to continue fucking, everyone was so excited that they wanted to roll up their sleeves and go over and fuck the guy's brains out. One or two of them had excited expressions on their faces,
Alexei on the side couldn't help but whispered to Boris on the side with emotion.
"Are you sure these people are normal? Why do I feel like they are murderers?"
The adjective "murderous" makes people feel strange and appropriate when used.
Although to a certain extent, Boris still agrees with Alexei's words, he still has something to say on this occasion.
"You'd better not let them hear it, otherwise I won't protect you, not even at all."
"Ah? This"
Alexey was a little overwhelmed by Boris's "sudden reminder" and couldn't figure out for a moment whether Comrade Boris was scaring people or telling the truth. Alexei felt speechless. At this moment, he
The helpless expression on his face gave him away.
In short, no matter what Alexei thought, Boris, who decided to follow Alsim for a while, accepted the invitation and nodded in agreement.
As a result, the group of people who had just finished the battle embarked on the journey again, continuing along the street with corpses lying on both sides in the direction where the faint sound of gun explosions could be heard in front, which would be the direction of the battle.
Along the way, Alsim kept gearing up, eager to teach those naughty fanatics a lesson, but little did he know that what he heard and saw made Alsim feel more and more wrong.
"Did you hear that? The sound of gunfire became more and more sparse. It seems that even the explosion was not heard for more than ten seconds."
"Damn it Sokka!"
Alsim certainly understands what it means on the battlefield that the sound of gunshots is getting thinner and the intervals between explosions are getting longer and longer. Looking at this formation, those Nazis can turn the world upside down and crush the siege troops of the leader's division.
Defeat head-on.
Don't tell me that Alsim doesn't believe it. Even if you go to a prisoner of war camp and pull out a German prisoner to ask questions, the answer you get will probably be that he doesn't believe it either.
So there is only one possibility for this situation at the moment: the German guy who was severely beaten by the leader, or Malashenko personally gave him a headache, could not hold on any longer, and was either destroyed or on the verge of being destroyed.
Alsim, who was afraid of what might happen, did not dare to delay any longer.
Now there may be a chance to fire two shots, but after a while, there is no chance to see how the German was killed. Alsim, who was already trotting forward, immediately turned around again and asked
He ran forward and gave orders.
"Move quickly! Keep up, run at full speed!"
"yes!"
"Ula!!!"
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Seeing the combat engineers around him hearing these words one by one, it was as if he had been injected with blood. Not only did they not complain, but their morale was also boosted. They shouted loudly, and felt that the scene before him was incompatible with his past knowledge.
Kesha is just confused.
"Are these people all monsters? With the little things we have on us, we can't breathe even when we run. They have so much furniture and iron clothes on them, why don't they seem to feel tired?"
"Because others can't say it out loud, but you can. It's such a simple reason."
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Before he could say anything after being scolded by Boris next to him, the next words or orders followed.
"Stop talking nonsense and follow them! Don't you feel embarrassed that these people are running ahead of you carrying so much furniture?"
Although he said this and lectured Alexey in this way, Boris himself was surprised and even shocked in his heart.
There's nothing wrong with marching on foot. If you're an elite and don't even have this basic skill, then you're not a damn elite anymore, you're nothing.
But you want to talk about carrying an assault rifle on your back, wearing a double-armored steel body armor, and a bunch of grenades, bayonets, kettles, and gas mask boxes scattered around your waist and body.
Objects, and some even carry rocket launchers or new reloadable rocket launcher ammunition on their bodies, walking quickly on the streets and marching on foot.
Well, then Boris can only say that this is too damn strong. Not to mention unparalleled in the world, at least it is rare for the Red Army.
It's not like I've never seen a combat engineer before, but it's the first time I've seen an armored man with such good physical condition, who was almost over the battle, and still had the energy to be heavily armed and marching wildly.
"Are you always like this? All combat engineers are like you??? I mean our division."
Alsim, who was leading the team at the front of the team, did not expect Boris to ask such a question, but he followed up and answered without too much entanglement.
"I don't know about the others. I personally asked us to do this, and we also practiced it specially. After practicing, we became what you see now."
"Coco, why? Aren't you also mechanized? I remember that you were the first unit equipped with infantry fighting vehicles."
I was puzzled by Alsim's answer. In Boris's understanding, it was precisely because combat engineers carried heavy loads and made tactical maneuvers on foot slow and difficult that they became the first unit to receive priority in the distribution of parallel infantry fighting vehicles.
But this seems completely inconsistent with Alsim's answer.
It was also through the words and facial expressions that he understood Boris' doubts by listening and seeing. Alsim, who just grinned while running forward, said immediately.
"Because Comrade Division Commander likes it. He said that you can't lose the strength of your legs just because you have wheels and tracks. If the equipment is off the chain, the battle can still be fought, but if the people are off the chain, no matter how good the equipment is, it will be useless.
use."
"Look, what Comrade Division Commander said is so right. Isn't it that we don't have infantry fighting vehicles available now? The same goes for both of you."
"Most of the heavy equipment and vehicles of our division are stuck on the way into the city. If we didn't practice the kung fu of solemnization before and didn't listen to the words of our comrade division commander, would we still have to sit on the side of the road to rest for a while before drinking two ounces?
Saliva? If the corpse of the German guy could still smile, he would definitely be amused on the spot. At this level, he is still chasing an enemy."
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Unlike Alsim, Boris is not a popular person around Comrade Senior Commander. He has the opportunity to listen to Comrade Senior Commander's "teachings", but he must admit that Alsim or Comrade Senior Commander is right.
The so-called elite does not mean how good the equipment is, but refers to those who have not lost their solid basic skills even after being separated from those advanced and powerful equipment. They can still be tenacious and persevere in the worst combat environment imaginable.
Even if the chain is dropped, he can still crush a lot of Slavic tough guys.