Chapter 2892: 30% to 70%

"What kind of enemy will we encounter?"

"It's still the same as before, a group of die-hard Nazis who call themselves the most loyal warriors of the Führer. The SS itself is extreme enough, but these guys, oh, the extremes of extremists, can be assigned to None of the SS soldiers who came to perform defensive tasks in Area Z were good at it. You can laugh at their lack of tactical literacy, but there is no doubt about their fanaticism.”

With last night's outstanding performance and successful precedent, Krauser and his dozen brothers were able to stay in Alsim Company temporarily.

Of course, this is not mandatory, but a choice made by Krauser and his brothers.

As for the reason?

In Krauser's own words, as a true German, isn't it a normal act to destroy the Nazis who destroyed his hometown and dragged countless compatriots into hell? It would be better to say that just because he is a real German, he wants to personally push Nazui who has fallen into hell to relieve the hatred in his heart.

But maybe it was out of cherishment of his own life. After all, he had to cherish his life even more after the extremely risky operation he had just done. Krauser and his brothers stated that they no longer wanted to participate in the next battle, but would provide necessary advice and all indirect combat support as combat advisors.

As long as you want, Krauser said, you can just let him and his brothers make tea and cook for the Red Army.

As for going to the battlefield

Unless you are forced by you Slavs with a gun, at least until your subjective will changes, you are not willing to get involved in the current situation.

After listening to Krauser's description of the enemy's situation, Alsim, who did not understand German, could not speak and was confused. Such details did not escape Krauser's eyes.

"Maybe it would be better if I spoke in Russian?"

Krauser, who spent a long time on the Eastern Front, has a fairly good command of Russian.

Although it sounds a bit lame and not as good as Sulovechenko's German, it is at least as good as Alsim can understand.

After receiving a positive reply, Krauser did not hesitate much, and then completely repeated what he had just said in German in Russian.

"Do you know the strength of the enemy's troops? What are their weapons and equipment?"

Alsim asked quietly while looking at the map, but Krauser's answer was not so satisfactory.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a lieutenant and company deputy of the Wehrmacht, not the leader of the SS, so I don't know the specific details."

"But I know that the defense force of the entire Z area is organized into two independent SS armored divisions, one is the Reich and the other is the Skeleton. As for the equipment, you have also seen it. They have tanks, but there are not many left.

"Other equipment, such as machine guns, rocket launchers, mortars and even anti-tank missiles, everything is available. They are almost the best-equipped troops in the entire city of Berlin. The Shampoo used all his best-quality equipment in the last few days to supply it. The SS, that's it."

"So if I were you, I'd be very careful."

"Although half of the ruined building of the Ministry of Interior was blown up by British bombers, I bet that the SS in the remaining half of the ruined building are ready to fight you to the end, and they will not leave their lives in your hands. They will never give up. Kill them all, leave no one alive, and then you can move on."

"This is not to say that I borrowed a knife to kill people and used your hands to avenge myself, but you will soon understand their madness. I am just a kind reminder, nothing more."

Krauser, who took off his helmet and was talking casually, had the appearance common to most German military officers.

She has short blond hair styled in a German military-style slick. Although her hair is messy and hasn’t been washed for several days, she still has to maintain her grace even in such a bad situation. The basic slicked-back style can still be seen, with a pair of azure blue His eyes were silently telling him all the time that he was the "high-quality human race" described by the hair-washer.

But it happened that this "high-quality race" betrayed him at the last moment, and even turned back to help the Russians to kill him. This has to be said to be a great irony.

"Are there any troops from your National Defense Force in this area?"

Alsim, who felt that there were no more meaningful questions to ask, then asked Krauser the last question, and received an uncertain answer from the latter.

"Probably. I don't know if our division's headquarters has been moved. If you haven't left Area Z, you may encounter a group of paratroopers. Most of our comrades and the remnants around the division headquarters will be annihilated by you. Or captured."

"So even if there is one, it's just a bonus for killing a large number of SS soldiers?"

"Your description is quite strange, but I don't deny that it is indeed the case."

"very good."

Click——

Before he finished speaking, he had already pulled the charging handle and loaded the bullet of the assault rifle into the chamber. Alsim, who couldn't wait to start a killing spree, immediately walked out first.

"If nothing happens, come here quickly. I'll gather the troops first. Move quickly."

""

Looking at the back of the big Slavic man who had just left, Krauser always felt that this was a "weirdo" but was not familiar with him. In the end, he could only turn around and face Sulovechenko, who was more familiar with him. Open your mouth.

"Is this person very powerful? Why does he look more awesome than you? He is so mysterious."

""

At least from the Germans, this was the first time Sulovchenko heard such a question.

But it was no wonder. After all, Alsim did not use his fighting skills much, nor did he enter a blood-rage state. The bridgehead defense battle last night ended quickly. It was understandable that Clause, who had not seen Alsim's true ability, asked this question.

"If I say that you and I fight together, you may not be able to beat him in a knife fight or hand-to-hand combat. Do you believe it?"

""

Klause really wanted to ask "Is it so weird?" He hesitated for a moment, thought about it and swallowed the words back. Sulovchenko must have his reasons for saying this. He had to bow his head under the eaves, so why bother to refute anything.

"Well, at least we have a 70% chance of winning if we fight together, which is high enough. This is not too bad."

"No, you are wrong."

He picked up the AK leaning against the table leg from the corner of the table, loaded the bullets, and picked up the steel helmet on the table and put it on his head. Sulovchenko said as he walked out. Only then did he add the second half of the sentence at the last moment.

"It's him who has seven, and you and I together have three."

"If the bodies of the Germans who died at his hands were piled together and burned, I'm afraid they would be enough to fill the largest crematorium in Auschwitz."