Major Baker, who was called by the darkness, subconsciously turned around, but what seemed to be a fist getting bigger and bigger came towards him, and it hit him directly in the face in an instant.
boom--
"Well--"
It was a wonderful experience to have the whole person fly backwards instantly. The whole face was in great pain but the body was so ecstasy. The feeling cannot be described in words. Although the height is not particularly tall, it is still more than 1.7 meters.
Major Baker, who is nearly 1.8 meters tall, experienced this feeling for the first time in his life that he should never have the chance to experience.
Sour, spicy, sweet, fishy, salty
The whole taste was like that of Major Baker who opened a condiment shop and lay on his back. For a moment, he felt like the world was spinning and he couldn't even lift his head. However, at the same time, his right arm was driven by will and reached out to touch his waist.
Guns in the room.
There were more than one figure hiding in the darkness. Major Baker, who was struggling to get up and pulling out his gun, did not notice that the figure that rushed out from under the bridge pier not far away had already raised the weapon in his hand.
Da da da da——
"ah--"
The old saying about fingers connecting to the heart is not unfounded. Major Baker, whose entire right arm was instantly smashed into pieces by the extremely fast-shooting sand submachine gun, immediately let out a burst of screams and screams that were not human-like.
The two fingers on his body and the entire arm bone were beaten to pieces on the spot with blood splattering everywhere.
"Say goodbye to your right hand, Hitler's lackey!"
"Ah! Hand, my hand!"
The gunman who rushed out of the darkness didn't seem to understand mercy. He stepped on the wound on the broken finger that was broken by the bullet with his 47-size oversized winter military boots. He pressed his palm hard on the sole of his foot and crushed the huge wound caused by the stampede.
Pain is far beyond what ordinary people can understand.
In a flash of lightning, Major Baker was awakened by the severe pain, and suddenly remembered that the veteran Fritz who was traveling with him was not far away.
With strong hope placed in the corner of his eye, he quickly found the figure who had been placed hope on according to the impression in his memory. However, it didn't feel good to have his only hope crushed into powder in an instant.
"Humph, that's all you have? I thought these German guys were so powerful, but that's all."
I don't know when it happened.
Fritz, whose chest was stepped on by a big foot, had a sharp bayonet stuck in the center of his neck. The blade of the bayonet, which had not fully penetrated the flesh, could accurately correspond to Major Baker's position under the faint moonlight.
The angle of view reflects a chilling cold light.
Fritz, who was doomed to die soon, covered the wound on his neck with both hands. He seemed to be desperately trying to stop the flow of blood and pull out the bayonet that would kill him. However, the rapid loss of physical strength increased.
The vitality ultimately makes all this futile.
Under normal circumstances, it would be almost impossible for either Seryosha or Kirill to win in a one-on-one close combat with Fritz. A Little Book of Fun Reading
Both are veterans who have struggled to crawl out from the pile of dead people and the sea of blood again and again. Fritz, who specializes in infantry, has close combat skills that far surpass Seryosha and Kirill.
There is nothing strange about the fact that elites in tanks cannot defeat veterans who rely on flesh and blood to fight for their lives.
Rewinding the time to more than ten seconds ago, Seryosha was the first to rush out of the shadows. He raised his right leg with a big stride and flew towards the P40 submachine gun lying on the ground. His fingertips had already touched the cold gun body.
Fritz lost his last hope just because of the inconspicuous detail of throwing his weapon aside in extreme panic.
Kirill, who had a clear division of labor, stepped out from another direction. With a little fear of not being able to live up to the trust of his comrade commander and the first time he killed someone with his own hands, he relied on a reckless energy even though he was so nervous that his body was trembling.
He hugged Fritz's body from behind, raised his hand and plunged the bayonet into his neck before the other party could react.
"There is no need to shoot again. This German guy will die in less than half a minute. This is the enemy you killed. Kirill, congratulations."
This was not the first time that Seryosha killed an enemy with a self-defense weapon. He held up the submachine gun in his hand and did not fire. Instead, he congratulated Kirill in a half-joking tone, who was lying on the ground.
The first time I killed someone with my own hands, I still killed the enemy with such a bloody and hand-to-hand cold weapon assassination technique.
No matter how evil the Nasfascist is in his memory and subjective perception, he is still a living person lying on his back in front of Kirill, with only the gasping and struggling life left.
Kirill, who was deeply shocked by the visual impact and existing cognition, was short of breath. For a moment, he didn't even know how to evaluate what he had just done. The feeling of killing a living person for the first time with his own hands was far better than what his comrades said.
The understatement became more violent.
"Hey, Seryosha, please keep an eye on Kirill, I feel like he's about to wet his pants."
Iushkin, who witnessed all this not far away, turned his head and shouted, while exerting force with his right foot to press the thing on the sole of his foot deeper into the snow. Major Baker grinned in pain, and then another burst of
It doesn't scream like a human being killing a pig.
"Oh oh oh, I almost forgot that there is a lackey raised by Hitler here. Now hand over your dog teeth to me."
Seeing the hateful Russian who stepped on his severely injured right hand, he reached for the gun on his waist, intending to disarm him. Driven by anger and will, Major Baker temporarily forgot about the pain and forcefully waved his left arm, already from behind.
The bayonet was drawn out from his waist and stabbed straight into the opponent's chest, which was very close at hand, using a not-so-standard tactical movement.
Click——
Pfft——
"ah!!!"
In his early years, Iushkin relied on his outstanding performance in the infantry division. He was favored by his superiors and was recommended to the tank corps school for further study. He was finally able to graduate with excellent results and join the Red Army tank force. This was Iushkin's last career.
I feel proud and like to show off and brag in front of familiar people.
Years spent as a gunner with the tank's main gun all year round did not make Iushkin forget his original ability to make a fortune. At the beginning of the year, he was doing wrestling in his spare time and once defeated the commander of the regiment, Comrade Malashenko, Iushkin.
Jin relied on his quick eyes and quick hands and his precise power to pinch the vital points to win in the end.
It's just that the precise force that can knock Malashenko, who is more than 1.9 meters tall, over his shoulder and knocks him down, is not as simple as a painful one or two when applied to Fasis's mortal enemy with a blood feud.
"Your broken knife can slap even a one-year-old bear back! In the Soviet Union, you are only meant to be played with! German!"