"Go on, knock down the parliament hall, and then go up to the second floor."
After a series of battles without taking a breath, Alsim finally had time to replace the empty magazine of the AK hanging on his waist with a new one.
He took out the magazine from the chest strap and inserted it into the receiver before pulling the charging handle. Alsim, who knew that time waited for no one, had no time to waste time here. He decided to take advantage of the precious time when the enemy was forced to retreat and continue quickly.
Lead the team to rush forward and take down the entire parliament hall first and then control it.
But what Alsim didn't expect was...
He had just stood up on his front feet and was about to greet the team to move forward when a familiar yet unfamiliar shout suddenly came from the podium at the end of the parliament hall.
"He rushes into the enemy's lair like a tiger and a flock of sheep, slaughtering prey at will, bathing in blood and killing to the fullest enjoyment."
"You must be very happy now, right? Alsim."
The Russian language, which sounded slightly lame but inexplicably familiar, came from the blind spot behind the podium. Only the voice was heard but no one was seen.
But Alsim will never forget this voice that he has only heard once so far. In other words, even if the person who speaks this tone turns to ashes, Alsim will never forget that it was the party that defeated him in the last battle.
The voice of the leader of the Guards—the bastard who calls himself Heisenberg.
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The noncommittal Alsim didn't answer. There was no reason and no need to pay attention to and respond to this bastard.
Calmly raising his hand to make a gesture, the knowing Sulovechenko immediately instructs the soldiers to disperse, take advantage of the nearest position and draw the line of fire, don't crowd in a group, and be ready to attack the enemy who may appear from any place at the end of the venue at any time.
The enemy opened fire.
"You are very vigilant, good job! Alsim. It seems that in addition to being proficient in killing, you also know how to do things that I don't know about."
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Alsim, who was hiding behind the bunker, still didn't speak or answer, but this kind of "enemy is in the dark but we are in the dark" situation that seems to be controlled by the enemy and is always under surveillance still makes him accustomed to it.
Alsim felt very uncomfortable as he took the initiative in the battle.
"Don't want to come out and say a few words? It seems that the Slavic man is shy, tsk~"
"It doesn't matter, someone has to appear first in a stage play, so why can't it be "us"? Are you right, Alsim?"
The self-centered critic said this time that the pronunciation of "we" was very strong.
It was natural for him to be able to grasp such an unexpected key point. His keen battlefield intuition once again made Alsim feel an ominous atmosphere. The strong uneasiness in his heart soon turned into reality after a sneak glance.
Last time, Heisenberg acted alone, setting up a series of traps and deliberately creating a combat environment to challenge himself.
At least he finally showed up and was indeed alone when we first met.
But this time, Heisenberg brought more than one accomplice.
A group of armed SS soldiers whose uniforms are obviously different from other SS soldiers, but whose dressing style is consistent with that of Heisenberg, are holding a variety of long guns and short cannons, fully armed and following
Next to and around Heisenberg, he appeared openly from behind the podium at the end of the venue.
The vague posture was obviously led by this SS pervert who was extremely powerful in individual combat and was obeying his orders.
Based on the principle of "If you dare to come out, I will fucking kill you", I was planning to order a beating first.
Alsim, who has neither the thought nor the time to play with this perverted SS man, has no time to play another one-on-one game with him, not to mention that this is a battlefield, not an ancient Roman battle.
Animal farm.
But before Alsim had time to give an order, the SS soldiers who appeared in the second row and followed the first row of SS soldiers held a dozen people tied up in their hands.
, the "prisoners" with their eyes blindfolded and their mouths gagged, came to the stage just like the escorting prisoners.
"I guess your commander didn't give you an order authorizing you to kill a general of the motherland without mercy, right?"
"What!?"
Alsim was stunned and speechless. His brain was still in a brief reaction state and he had not recovered yet. However, he did not expect that an even more sudden loud noise would come quietly the next second.
Boom——
That was the direction Alsim and his party came from not long ago, and it was the corridor that led directly to the main entrance of the parliament hall.
The huge explosion echoed through the corridor and echoed in the parliament hall. The dust kicked in by the shock wave was like a sudden sandstorm, which directly shook Alsim and his group near the entrance of the venue to the point where they almost lost their balance.
fall.
"Oh~ It seems that the other end is done, good! Now your retreat and the road for friendly reinforcements are blocked. Alsim, at least within twenty minutes, no one will call you comrade and can rush in to save you.
Do you believe?"
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Alsim, who continued to hide behind the bunker, still did not speak. It was not that he had nothing to say, but that he was seizing the time to think and analyze how to deal with this unexpected situation, and what kind of back-up measures he would prepare, despite what he had been saying from just now until now.
The non-stop SS perversion continues.
"No matter what you think, this place, this Capitol, this is our home, our turf."
"From the moment you step into this parliament hall, you have stepped into the playground I have prepared for you, and there is no turning back."
"If you really think that I will just turn a blind eye and let you and your hounds go, then you are too naive, Alsim."
The voice that had been hidden behind the scenes finally appeared. With his excellent eyesight, Alsim recognized at a glance that the facial features were that of the bastard who killed his former deputy, even though he was more than half the distance away from the venue.
The real murderer, who defeated and humiliated his mortal enemy - the pervert who called himself Heisenberg.
"Now, say out loud who you are!"
Regardless of whether Alsim showed up or not, Heisenberg stretched out his hand to grab a "prisoner" and removed the hood that blindfolded his eyes and blocked his mouth.
He was unkempt and unshaven, and at a glance it was clear that he was a tired face that was over fifty years old, and he instantly appeared in the eyes of everyone present.
"I will definitely not cooperate with the Nazis. You should give up on this, you are the lackey of the hair-washer."
Although the "prisoners" were bruised and exhausted from being tortured, but their hands and feet were restrained by torture instruments, they still showed a resolute will, fearless and content with death, until the executioner with a sinister sneer on his face showed no sign of it.
He spoke again without hesitation.
"Oh? Really? Then let's see how it goes."
Poof——
"Well!!!"
With a bang, he took off the hood of the nearest prisoner at hand. Before the eyes could see the light again, he opened his eyes and saw everything around him clearly. The heavy knife in his hand had already sealed his throat and severed his trachea. Blood was flowing out like a fountain.
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"He will die within a minute, with pain etched into his soul, just because of what you just said."
Although the young man in a Red Army uniform had his trachea cut off with a knife, the ten-pound knife was still stuck in his throat, and his body was being held and controlled by two strong SS soldiers.
He couldn't move, he could only twist and tremble in the restraints with intense pain.
Hiss—hiss—
"Did you hear this sound? This is the sound of the blade being stuck in the spine and rubbing. Listen carefully, listen carefully, because even the owner of this spine can hear it now, and this will not last long."
Click——
He held the heavy knife with one hand and pulled it back and forth like a wood saw. His right hand suddenly exerted force, and a head with a twisted and ferocious face lifted the knife and fell to the ground with a large spurt of blood.
The sound of "Gudong, Gudong" rolling down the stairs is so chilling; the eyes that freeze at the last moment of life are full of empty struggle and fear of death.
"Go on, next one!"
The two SS soldiers behind him heard the sound and moved. They put down the headless body spurting blood in their hands, which was still twitching and shaking. They made a heavy sound like a sack falling to the ground. Then they put down the second body.
Two hooded prisoners, who were trembling all over as if they sensed something, were escorted up.
"Life is passing by, but I will still wait for you to answer me."
"You just need to understand that these young people who could have lived to live a normal life after your victory died because you, the old guy, didn't want to cooperate. That's enough."
Pfft——
He didn't even take off his hood when he raised the knife and stabbed it directly through his temple, then plunged the heavy and powerful knife into his skull.
The Red Army prisoners who did not die instantly were still twitching and struggling. Under the hoods that covered their faces, their eyes were rolled up and they could not say a word, because the heavy knife weighing more than ten kilograms not only penetrated deeply.
He hit his temples and was still stirring his brain with his hands.
"Death is long, the pain is lasting, but my patience is almost infinite, at least until the 18th prisoner is executed by me."
"You!!! Damn you bastard!!! Bastard!!!"
The old man who glared at each other was so angry that he was shaking all over. The injuries on his body and the tightly suppressed body could no longer support him to make any more movements. No matter how strong the anger in his heart was, it was of no use.
Click——
The sharp blade was once again pulled out of his brain. The executioner, who could not feel the twitch of life, lost interest. The cold and dark words without any emotion were blurted out once again, shouting loudly.
"Go on! The third one!"
"enough!!!"
The old man who couldn't bear it finally broke out. He really couldn't sit back and watch the situation in front of him continue, so he shouted out directly on the spot, which finally put an end to this crazy and bloody situation.
"Then what?"
The cruel and cold executioner did not want to say even one more syllable. The old man, whose whole body was shaking angrily, gritted his teeth and said the next words almost word for word.
"Lieutenant General Lukayev, Deputy Director of the Political Department of the Kiev Military District Headquarters, do you hear me clearly, you bastard?"