Steel Soviet Union

"It's inside, it's done, come with me.

He put down the two still-warm corpses at his feet, and at the same time he didn't forget to take off the guns behind these two idiots to borrow for a while.

Sulovechenko and Krauser quickly rushed into the back room, and what they saw at first glance was the SS leader who had been bound and gagged, and was being thrown away like a torn snakeskin sack. Struggling in a corner.

"Be honest! Don't move!"

Krauser, who had taken care of the man himself, was the first to go up and threaten him, which calmed down the restless people who had some thoughts. Naturally, Sulovechenko stepped forward closely behind.

"First, don't yell; second, don't yell; third, don't yell."

"if not"

While speaking in an understatement, he shook the dagger in his hand. The warm blood stained on the cold blade made his meaning more straightforward.

"Bah - cough cough -"

After showing off his methods, he immediately took off the smelly socks that were blocking the mouth of the SS leader and threw them aside.

The SS leader, who had been feeling nauseated until now, finally breathed fresh air, and immediately coughed several times in succession and gasped for air.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do? Nothing, just want to get something that we couldn't get otherwise."

Sulovechenko, who twirls and plays with daggers, is a graduate of the military academy and a former scout. He has done countless jobs of licking blood from the tip of a knife, killing people and selling goods, and his ability to play with knives is even more top-notch. Special skill.

"Take us to get some high-end medicine, and then go to each side of the road, sir. We'll get the medicine and leave. You can continue to be a high-ranking official and lead your men to do whatever they want."

"What!?"

The SS leader, who looked haggard and unbelievable, could hardly believe that what he heard was true. He could hardly imagine that these two men kidnapped him and killed the guards for this reason.

"We're not going to follow that ass who's about to get fucked by the shampoo guy. But we have some brothers who are injured and need medicine, and I'm not going to leave them behind."

"We will leave as soon as we get the medicine. I won't bother you to help with the treatment, but we must get a sufficient amount. As for prescribing medicine, I'm afraid we won't be able to do it. Only you are qualified, so I need you to cooperate. ”

""

Faced with these reasons, explanations, and requests, the SS leader could only be said to be speechless as he was thinking quickly, and the answer that was sensible to the current affairs did not take long to blurt out.

"Okay, no problem! But you have to ensure my personal safety and keep your word."

"That's natural. After all, we have to rely on you to prescribe the medicine, don't you think?"

He said this, but in his heart he had a completely different thought.

Whenever there is a chance, we must find a way to escape and kill these two idiots, as well as the damned National Defense Forces under their command. This is the only real thought of Mr. Assault Brigade Captain who is currently in an extremely embarrassed state, but he remains calm.

Now that the contract has been reached on the surface, the actual implementation will naturally be very quick and timely.

Sulovechenko and Krause, who had greeted their men respectively, led their respective teams, the same team, secretly escorted the SS leader who was under guard and walked straight out of the air-raid shelter.

I never thought that at the last moment when I had stepped on the stairs leading to the ground and started walking up, a blind bastard would suddenly come out behind me to disrupt the situation.

"Where are you going? Sir."

Two SS bastards who didn't know what they were doing suddenly spoke and stopped a group of people walking up in the corridor.

Sulovechenko used his body to cover himself and quietly put the gun against the waist of the SS leader without being seen. Sulovechenko, who spoke with a cold tone, simply lowered his voice and said casually.

"Don't look back, send them away."

""

The situation is stronger than the people. If you don't want to die, you can only do it. The SS leader who cherishes his life knows that it is not the time to stand up yet.

"The friendly forces have an urgent mission. I will go to the ground to deal with some matters with their commander. I will be back soon. You go back and wait for orders."

"yes!"

It felt like something was wrong, but I couldn't find anything wrong with this order alone, and I couldn't recall it for a while.

The two ordinary SS soldiers who could only look at their backs and listen to the sound obeyed the orders and returned to another arms storage room where they were originally.

Sulovechenko and his party, who had solved the minor incident, continued to escort the SS leader upwards, and soon passed through the gate of the air defense bunker and returned to the ground.

The moment he walked through the air-raid shelter door and came to the ground, all he saw was the scene of a sea of ​​fire exploding just after being bombed.

The string of bombs dropped by British bombers blew up the entire ferry and most of the surrounding buildings, causing the walls to collapse and the buildings to shatter. As far as the eye can see, there are firelights and various craters left after the explosion. The smell of gunpowder smoke that permeates the air is pungent and strong with the smell of destruction and blood.

The good news is that the British seem to be pursuing large-scale destruction of living forces, and use small aerial bombs that carry a larger quantity, generate more total fragments, and of course have a smaller explosive yield.

It can kill more people, at least in theory, but the damage to solid buildings and bunkers is another matter.

After all, you can’t have your cake and eat it too. If you want to produce more fragmentation impacts, you have to carry more bombs. As the bomb load increases, the explosion yield of a single bomb will not be much greater, and the damage effect on construction fortifications will not be as great. Naturally limited. You can't just bring a bunch of goblets and throw them away in one go, right?

Therefore, there is a high probability, or at least a hopeful thing, that the crucial Moltke Bridge may be saved and has not been bombed. Of course, we will not know the details until we actually go there.

Looking at the dead and wounded SS soldiers everywhere, you can see scenes of SS soldiers running around and shouting to put out fires and save people.

Sulovechenko, who wanted such chaos, didn't waste any time, and then turned around to face the SS leader and spoke quietly.

"What do you want to do? You said you would let me go after we cooperate. This will be good for both of us, otherwise you won't be able to escape."

The SS leader, who looked uneasy, sensed something amiss, but the answer he received was even more unexpected.

"So do you speak Russian?"

It is impolite to answer a question with a question, but from the frightened and stunned expression of the SS leader, you can know that he not only understood, but also realized what it meant.

"I'm sorry I lied. There is no cooperation and there is no national defense force. I am the Soviet Red Army."

Sulovechenko pulled off his Wehrmacht camouflage at the concealment of the air-raid shelter, revealing the spare Red Army uniform hidden underneath. Sulovechenko took the dagger into his hand again and held it with his backhand without any hesitation.

"Go to hell and count your sins, you bastard."

Pfft——

The knife was raised and fell again to seal the throat. The purpose was not only to kill people, but also because Sulovechenko, who was wearing this skin, was quick with his hands and feet. He changed into this reasonably fit henchman almost as quickly as possible. After fastening the last button of his military lieutenant colonel uniform, he spoke again and ordered.

"Seal the door and let's go have some fun for those SS guys."