Chapter 2398 Red Heavy Punch (Part 2)

Comrades in the Leader Division basically know a story, a legend.

It is said that those tough guys wearing armor plates, with grenades on their waists and often carrying captured German iron fists on their backs, are the most capable group of infantrymen in the entire Leader Division.

They are not many in number, but their combat power is extremely strong, and they are the absolute nightmare of any fascist villains walking on the ground.

There is such a saying popular in the Leader Division: If you are an ordinary mechanized infantryman, then please note that if you meet this group of "armored tough guys" on the battlefield and fight side by side with you, then it means two things you need to understand.

First, you are in the most intense close combat infantry battlefield, and the intensity of the battle may exceed any battle you have experienced in the past, especially for those newcomers who have just come to the Leader Division.

Second, congratulations to you. Although the battle you face will be extremely fierce, it will be nothing compared to these "armored tough guys" beside you. The support you can get from them is far greater than the difficulties brought to you by the fierce battle.

If you work with these people and fight side by side, you will most likely be invincible in the battles you will face next. Even if you encounter difficulties, these "armored warriors" will charge forward, retreat behind, and be the first to take the lead. They will never let you replace them to charge and fight the main force. They will only let you watch the two wings and the Nazi remnants and help out.

These "armored warriors" have a common name: the combat engineer unit of the leader division. The number of people is so small that even in the leader division, which is famous for its large organization, there are only two battalions under each heavy synthetic brigade, with a total strength of just over a thousand people.

If the leader division is the absolute elite among the millions of Red Army, then this group of people is the elite among the elite. They are "human tanks" and "iron infantry" that transplanted the armor plates of Stalin tanks into the flesh. They are called "iron butcher commandos" by the Nazi remnant prisoners who survived from them.

The artistic rendering ends here. Now, Alsim, who led a group of tough guys to blow up the German bunker, has something to say.

"I'm asking you a question, kid! Are there any other people trapped? If you are too far away, I won't help you clean up the mess!"

This rough and strong man even spoke in a tone as cold and hard as the armor plate on his chest, but it was this seemingly ruthless coldness that turned the tide of the battle and resolved the crisis.

"There is another one. Our squad leader went out to blow up the bunker. He hasn't come back yet. He is over there."

"Huh?"

Following the direction of the kid's finger in front of him, Alsim looked up slightly and saw a figure crawling on the ground almost crawling to the edge of the trench. Without saying a word, he simply pressed his upper body against the trench wall and leaned out, stretched out his big hand and grabbed the squad leader's still thick hair, and pulled him into the trench like a chicken, and threw him to the ground.

"You crawled out to blow up the bunker with your body but were not killed by the Nazis. You are brave and lucky!"

"What do you think? Are you interested in fighting with me? I'll open a back door for you. Come to the combat engineering unit and take out the eggs of those Nazi bastards and kill them!"

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The originally decent hairstyle has been twisted into a chicken coop by the big hands full of calluses. The squad leader, who had no time to fix his hairstyle and had no resentment or anger towards his superior, knew what had just happened. He just hurriedly thanked the big brother in front of him for saving his life and the lives of his brothers.

"I don't have this idea for the time being. Thank you for your invitation. Thank you for saving me and my comrades in the same squad."

"It's a pity, but if you change your mind, please feel free to find me at any time. My name is Alsim. Just say my name. The division commander and comrades will recognize me."

It was also during this conversation that the squad leader, who had just escaped death, finally saw clearly what saved his life. It was a new thing he had never seen before.

The iron pipe, which was thicker than the girl's wrist, was held in the hands of two tall men who were obviously the toughest men in the combat engineer unit. The iron pipe was like a toothpick in their hands. The wisp of green smoke left at the front of the iron pipe and the super-caliber bullets that they had just taken out of the ammunition carrier and were ready to reload, all silently explained the purpose and principle of this thing.

It is probably something similar to the principle of the German iron fist, but it can be reloaded and reused. Just now, it was this thing that fired multiple shots and concentrated fire, which blew up the German bunker from another shooting angle. It is needless to say whether it is powerful or not.

"Is that a new weapon? Specially used by combat engineers?"

Before the squad leader, who was thinking about something in his heart, could speak, the deputy squad leader next to him couldn't help but speak first.

"What are you talking about? Although our own domestic products still have some problems, they are much better than the broken mop sticks of the Germans. I believe you have experienced it."

While mumbling, he changed the magazine of the AK in his hand. The violent desire to slaughter the Nazis in his heart did not diminish at all. Alsim, who was surging, had no intention of continuing to talk nonsense. After saving a group of his own people, he had more important things to do.

"Keep going! Follow me, we have to flatten this Nazi hill today!"

"Ura!"

"Ura!"

"I can't wait to smash these Nazis!"

Looking at the group of armored warriors in front of him, whose killing intent was boiling like boiling water, and who were excited as if they were injected with chicken blood when they heard about the killing of the fascists, the squad leader who had just said no was a little shaken for a while. Although he could continue to insist on himself, he still made some changes.

"Let us join, we have assault rifles and the latest machine guns! My soldiers are also experienced and can definitely help you!"

Originally, his mission was to continue moving forward along this traffic trench and flatten any Germans who dared to block him. Now that someone is in the same direction as him, joining them seems to be possible and even reasonable.

After all, they are really stronger, and the strong are often able to hold on to the end in a battlefield as cruel as hell.

Even the bravest and fearless soldiers want to live to see the day of victory in the Patriotic War. After all, they have come so far, how can they fall at this last moment? Even if it is to follow and assist the strong, it is not a bad idea, we are all comrades.

"You guys join?"

After taking a breath after a wave of assaults and preparing to continue on his way, Alsim scanned the group of "bullet-resistant" people in front of him. Although they didn't look as good as his brothers, they were at least pretty good. It seemed that nodding in agreement based on the principle of "strength in numbers" was not a bad idea.

"Then follow me, you listen to my command, let's go!"

The infantry in front were attacking deep along various cover nodes that could be found and used, and the self-propelled artillery group in the back was still raising its barrels and spewing flames to prevent any large-scale Germans from running away or approaching for support.

And Malashenko, who was far from satisfied with this, was still planning a bigger "surprise". The most destructive troops under the leadership division had just driven to the edge of the high ground and were ready, waiting for Malashenko's order.