Chapter 2648 The Fierce Battle Continues

The whole attacking force of infantry and tanks continued to advance forward. Soldiers holding assault rifles followed closely behind their tanks, cautiously and vigilantly staring at every building along the street.

As they walked, a soldier gradually stopped and came to a pile of human-shaped flames that were burning and whimpering. He raised the assault rifle in his hand and was about to pull the trigger.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

A big hand stretched out from behind and pressed the barrel of the gun, preventing him from raising the gun to aim.

The confused soldier looked back and found that a tough man wearing armor and with a stubble on his chin was looking at him with a slightly teasing look. He didn't know why, but he just subconsciously replied.

"Kill him, give him a quick death."

The thing burning on the ground still had a breath left. It was estimated that even without human intervention, it would only live for ten seconds or even less.

Alsim, who had a completely different idea from the soldier, smiled and shook his head, exerted more force on his right hand that was pressing the barrel of the gun, and completely pressed the gun down before stopping.

"Save your bullets, this guy's life is calculated in seconds, and this combustible garbage is not worth wasting a bullet of the motherland."

It seemed to be in response to Alsim's words.

Alsim's voice had not yet fallen, and less than two seconds had passed since he had spoken. The human-shaped flame that was still fluttering on the ground finally stopped moving, and it was completely motionless and became a pile of "combustible garbage" as Alsim said, using the corpse oil that was constantly refined by the flames as fuel to feed the still blazing flames.

"Look, what did I just say?"

Alsim, with a smile still on his lips, patted the young soldier on the shoulder, and then continued to move forward with his combat engineers who were passing by, leaving the young soldier with a somewhat astonished look in his eyes still looking at the distant back.

"Okay, if I were you, I wouldn't be standing there stupidly. Be careful of the German sniper aiming at your head. Go."

A comrade who was on good terms with him passed by and called the young soldier. Hearing this, the latter came to his senses and hurriedly caught up with the team in front. He continued to lower his body and move forward cautiously, but he couldn't help but ask questions with doubt.

"Are those combat engineers? Why do they feel so cold and cruel like enemies? They don't seem to be our comrades."

"Cold and cruel like enemies? Is there something wrong with your brain? What enemy can smile and pat you on the shoulder? Besides..."

The soldier who was asked turned his head to look at the pile of "human garbage fuel" that was still burning behind him, and when he turned back again, there was still no mercy or sympathy in his eyes.

"Those zealots deserve to be burned. The flames will purify them and remove the stains and evil on them. My mother taught me to be hygienic since I was a child. Only zealots that have been burned and purified are good zealots."

""

Listening to the "hell speech" of the "good brother" who had just become strong, the little soldier who felt that the actual leader division was indeed a little different from his original ideal form could not help but continue to ask questions.

"But I always feel that those combat engineers, uh, I don't know, they always give me a feeling that is not right. I have never seen people like them, never."

"Tsk"

The comrade who didn't want to talk too much nonsense was really amused by such remarks. Since the words have come to this point, it doesn't matter if he adds a few more words, just to let this stupid boy understand the rules of the leader division. At least there is still some time to talk before he goes into battle again.

"Do you think they are the instructors you met in the boot camp? Let me tell you, the most awesome instructor you met is not even worthy of carrying shoes for this group of people."

"To put it bluntly, if those Nazis are still considered human beings, then these combat engineers are all top killers in our division. The man you just saw is called Alsim, the most famous troublemaker among all the combat engineers in our division. If you fight with him, he can kill you with just a glare, and you probably won't even know how you died when you die."

""

Seeing that the little brother beside him was "scared", the elder brother who knew that he couldn't say too much turned around and showed a smile and a nonchalant expression, and even the tone of his voice when he continued to speak sounded much better.

"Don't look so bitter, they don't eat people, at least not you."

"It's your greatest fortune that these people are your comrades. All their killing skills are prepared for the Nazis. Just watch their performance and see how they pull out the Nazis' intestines and strangle them with the intestines."

""

The young soldier, who was in a state of "I don't understand, but I'm shocked", had a dull face, but the objective passage of time and the race against time would not give him too many opportunities to think and be stupid.

"Second squad, follow me! Take the three-story building in front, go!"

"Damn, it's time to work! Follow me closely, there are no combat engineers leading the charge this time, keep your eyes open and be careful!"

"Oh, oh! OK!"

Perhaps this young soldier who had just joined the Leader Division as a member of the supplementary reserve temporarily assigned by Zhukov outside Berlin could live to see the end of the war and the moment when the red flag was planted on the top of the Reichstag and fluttered in the wind. Or he might die from a Nazi bullet or shell that flew from nowhere and at any time.

But no matter what, the time to think about what kind of unit the Leader Division is is not now. He has already understood that the battle in front of him is what he must face, right now.

Another team of infantry soldiers arrived at the bottom of the three-story building under the escort of tanks. There was almost no resistance firepower. Even if there were Nazi remnants inside, there might not be a few cats and dogs left. Under the leadership of the squad leader, they immediately deployed their formations and rushed into the building in an orderly manner to carry out cleaning operations and the final "insect removal operation" after "surface disinfection".

The orderly progress of the war made the originally furious Malashenko feel much better. He no longer continued to scold Ivushkin for stealing the car on the radio, at least for the time being. Malashenko could still distinguish the importance of things.

"These Nazis are not very strong. They were suppressed in just a few minutes. I thought they were very capable, ha!"

""

Ivushkin is a typical "typical element" who will get carried away if you don't scold him for a minute. Even if he has just made a big mistake, he can still forget everything.

With a frown on his face, Malashenko was about to press the radio to teach this brat who was having fun on the public channel a lesson, but he didn't expect that the German bastards on the opposite side would get ahead of him and send him a big surprise in advance.