Chapter 2587 Speed ​​of Life and Death

Puff, puff, puff——

"Ugh!"

"Ah!!!"

"Wuwu-wuwu-ugh"

Just as Alsim expected the best situation.

In the next half minute, no gunshots were heard from the two bedrooms. Only the continuous sound of knives piercing flesh and muffled groans echoed in the room and echoed in the ears.

Most of the German bastards who were still asleep in the room did not die painfully.

Some had their heads covered by the quilt pulled up on the spot and then stabbed at their vital parts. Others had their mouths covered by pillows pulled out by their backhands, and their necks were cut before they could react.

This way of dying is actually quite good. At least the pain is only for a moment and it ends quite quickly.

But one German was not so lucky.

To be precise, this guy didn't fall asleep at all. He just lay on the bed with his eyes wide open like cowbells, staring at the ceiling, and his whole body was very awake.

When Alsim and his men rushed in, this guy immediately sat up from the bed as if there was a spring on his butt. It was dark and I couldn't see what the person who entered the room looked like. I just reached out to touch the pistol that was close to the bedside.

"Danger! It's going to be bad!"

Alsim, who was the first to rush into the room and see this scene, immediately said in his heart, "Not good." If this German guy really touched the gun handle and fired another shot, no matter whether he hit his brothers or not, it would definitely be bad.

One shot, just one shot.

In the dead of night, at dawn, not to mention the sound of people, even the sound of mice running around and wild cats screaming could not be heard on the whole street. It was really strangely quiet.

At this time, there was no need to guess what the result of a sudden gunshot would be. "Even a fool knows it." One shot would definitely wake up the Germans on the whole street and cause chaos on the spot.

Although this was not Alsim's "mission failure", after all, before entering the house, Alsim had led his men to quietly deal with the mobile sentries on the periphery and the German soldiers standing guard on the commanding heights. Now he came to this sentry post just because Alsim wanted to do one more job, completely eliminate the German guards outside the perimeter, and complete the task he received to the best of his ability.

However, this does not mean that Alsim can tolerate the idiot in front of him who jumped up from the bed and ruined his good deeds with a gunshot.

I have spent all my efforts and efforts to get here, and I am only one step away from success. Can I let you, a scum of the Nazis, ruin my good deeds?

Don't even think about it!

Alsim, who had no time to run forward, immediately exerted force on his right leg, accumulated power on the spot, and kicked hard. His muscular right leg exerted the greatest force, and the whole person rushed forward like a cannonball.

Alsim, who flew over, raised the razor in his hand and completed the final aiming target in mid-air until the opponent's neck was vital.

In that moment when time almost froze, Alsim watched the German guy touch the pistol on the table, and then raised the gun without saying a word, and took aim at himself, who was the biggest threat and the closest.

"Die for me!"

"Fuck you, Russian pig!"

Both sides were determined to kill, and never hesitated. Life and death were just a matter of seconds before they could catch up.

Puff --

"Ugh!!!"

Ka --

Alsim, who originally wanted to cover the other person's mouth, finally changed his mind at the last moment before the knife entered the flesh.

The sharp razor held tightly in his right hand was sent into his neck at lightning speed, and the left hand that changed direction tightly grasped the Walther P38 pistol, tightly holding the hand holding the gun, especially the index finger, to prevent it from pulling the trigger.

The German squad leader who was stabbed in the neck wanted to make a sound, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make any sound. He couldn't even move his body at all, and was pressed down by the heavy Russian who weighed at least 200 kilograms.

Before losing his life completely, the German squad leader wanted to pull the trigger of the pistol.

He didn't want to kill the Russian in front of him, but at least he had to sound an alarm and fulfill his duty as a guard point to let his comrades know that danger was coming, but the final attempt was still a failure.

At some point, Alsim's left little finger had been stuck behind the trigger of the pistol, acting as a "human insurance" so that the index finger holding the trigger could not press the trigger no matter how hard he tried.

The German squad leader, whose neck was cut off by a knife and bleeding like a fountain, died at the speed of light.

All the attempts, efforts, unwillingness, and the final despair before death happened in less than five seconds.

The pile of warm flesh in front of him finally went limp and stopped struggling. Alsim, holding the hilt tightly in his right hand, stood up and pulled the razor into his arms.

Without the razor to block the huge wound, the corpse immediately spurted out a string of blood bubbles. The warm corpse, which was not yet dead, was still twitching on the bed as if it had just stepped on high voltage electricity. It would not be long before it was completely motionless.

The face that was splashed with blood more than a minute ago had not dried up yet, and then it was covered with new blood.

Alsim, who was "washed with blood" continuously in less than two minutes, has now completely become a "bloody demon". The way he stood up from the bed with a bloody razor in his hand and turned his head really "shocked" the comrades who had just finished their work in the dark behind him.

"Comrade company commander, are you okay?"

"It's okay. The Nazi's blood is fishy and smelly. Ugh!"

"Check if there are any survivors. Don't leave any trouble. Clean up. The rest of you go downstairs and gather to meet the main force."

"Yes!"

Alsim casually pulled a piece of bed sheet and wiped it on his face. He wiped the blood while going downstairs, which made him even more scary. He looked like a "half-man, half-demon" bloodthirsty creature that had just crawled out of hell. However, Alsim himself didn't know this because he had no mirror to look at.

Of course, even if Alsim could look in the mirror now, he probably wouldn't care.

Alsim, who was anxious to kill more Nazis, now only cared about one thing: quickly send a signal to inform that the mission was completed and let the waiting large force start to enter the city.

At the same time, not only Alsim's team, but also several other reconnaissance teams that acted separately had completed their tasks and succeeded one after another. Without a single gunshot, they successfully cleared all the German outposts and guard points on the periphery. This was the most perfect situation in the ideal, nothing else.

When the roaring ISP43 infantry fighting vehicles appear at the street corners, roaring with anger and spewing black smoke, those Nazis in the neighborhood who are still unaware of their own situation will be doomed to destruction.