Chapter 2897 "I've Been Waiting for You for a Long Time, Fellow"

After the battle, the ground was in a mess.

Alsim, who was sitting on a bloody M35 helmet as a bench, was smoking. It took a while for his arms to recover from the excessive force. Now even the fingers holding the cigarette were trembling slightly, but fortunately they were not dislocated.

"You know? Comrade Division Commander is right about one thing."

Sulovichenko, who was leaning against the wall, was right next to him. He used an RPG to shoot at the roar of the MG42, and the scene of him and the gun being blown away by the Germans was still vivid and fresh in his memory, as if it happened just a second ago.

Hearing Sulovichenko's "admiration", Alsim, who was still grinning at this time, just said it casually without any expression.

"What's the matter? Tell me."

"You are really a Slavic superman! That door weighs at least 400 to 500 kilograms, which is a quarter of a ton, did you know that? Not only did you lift it up in one go, but you also used it as a shield and ran to the corridor to hold it up. Are you a real person? Are you still a human being? Ah?"

"Heh"

Trembling hands and lit cigarettes.

Alsim, who was still smiling with a "fairy" look in his mouth, was still laughing, but there was a hint of helplessness in his laughter compared to before.

"But I have to protect you, otherwise you will be beaten into a sieve by the Germans, how can I do that?"

""

It is not convenient for men to say too much corny words to each other. For a rough man, it is a miracle to say this. Sulovichenko, who also has a cigarette in his hand, of course understands it.

"When I was hunting before, I once carried a wolf weighing more than 300 kilograms. It was a particularly large one. I killed it alone. I was 19 years old that year. I carried the body of the beast back to the village to show off."

""

Sulovichenko said nothing, just listened quietly.

"It seems to be the first time that I have carried something weighing more than 400 kilograms. But it's okay. At least I lifted it up. Other things are not important compared to this."

"You are so cruel."

There was really nothing to say but to hold back this sentence. Sulovichenko, who had stepped on the cigarette butt, came to Arsim and stretched out his right hand.

"Let's go and prepare for the next game. Didn't you say that we have limited time?"

Sitting on the bloody helmet, Arsim smiled and flicked the cigarette butt away. His still trembling hand held the hand handed over by Sulovichenko, feeling strength, warmth, trust, and courage.

There was a moment, a moment that he couldn't explain clearly, that Alsim felt that everything he had just done at the risk of his life was meaningful, even if he didn't know what it was, he could still believe it.

With a relatively intact team, although there were casualties, they went down the corridor and stairwell where they had just fought. Sulovchenko, who was following Alsim, holding an AK in his hand, was speaking quietly.

"By the way, is it time to go to the theater next? Have lunch and then continue?"

"Well, I have to ask the division--"

Alsim was halfway through his words, and his subconscious turn of head to look at the side suddenly stopped with the unfinished words, so abrupt that even Sulovchenko beside him realized that something was wrong.

"What's wrong with you?"

"That thing, was there that thing here just now?"

""

Looking in the direction where Alsim's eyes were focused, it shouldn't be said to be surprised, this is not accurate enough, and it may be most appropriate to describe the scene in front of me as terrifying when you think about it carefully.

"A cabinet?"

The tattered wooden wardrobe was placed in the middle of the corridor on the first floor, blocking the way for Alsim and Sulovchenko to go downstairs. It was like a tombstone, particularly eye-catching and weird.

Sulovchenko remembered clearly that when his group attacked the building just now, this thing had not been placed here. To be precise, there was nothing in this place just now.

How on earth was this thing deliberately placed here during the attack on the building? Who did it? Is this a ghost in broad daylight! ?

Swish swish swish——

Without any extra nonsense, Alsim and his group, realizing that the situation was unusual, immediately raised their guns and were on guard, scanning every corner they could see with highly vigilant eyes, until they finally walked up the stairs and stepped on the ground on the first floor with silent steps one step at a time.

"The people who stayed behind are missing."

"Yeah."

The soldiers who were ordered to stay behind after the battle on the first floor have completely disappeared. Alsim didn't know what happened on the first floor, or he couldn't know what happened on the first floor. Now it seems possible that there was a battle on the first floor.

"The infantry fighting vehicles outside are still in the medical team."

Sulovichenko walked to the window and took a look outside, bringing more puzzling and weird news.

If the enemy didn't force their way in from the outside, then

Crack--

"Damn Suka!"

Strange and scary things happened one after another.

Before I had time to think about what was going on, I saw that the cabinet that was originally closed suddenly creaked and opened from the inside out, and the "thing" that fell out of it shocked everyone present.

"This dress is"

"Our people! This clothes are pilots!"

A thin figure wearing a Red Army pilot's uniform suddenly fell to the ground as the wooden cabinet opened, and fell in front of Alsim and others.

"Alive, she's alive!"

He immediately rushed forward and helped up the female pilot who was lying on the ground. The iconic facial features of an Eastern European Slavic woman and her tattered but well-fitting clothes made the soldiers who stepped forward to help her up and check them almost helpless. I suspect that this is my comrade.

"Escape quickly"

The lesbian in his arms was so weak that he was breathless. The soldier who was about to call for the health worker to come for treatment was stunned when he heard the subtle cry. He pressed his ears forward to try to hear the specific content of the constant murmur in his mouth.

"Go away, leave me alone"

Sniff—sniff—

"What the fuck does this smell like?"

After a big battle not long ago, there was still a strong aura of battlefield relics, but Alsim, with his extremely keen senses, still sensed a dangerous and strange aura approaching quickly.

"Gunpowder, the smell of burning fuse! Disperse, everyone disperse quickly! Stay away from that woman-"

boom--

I have never encountered such a cruel and dehumanizing trap. It is a miracle that I was able to detect the hidden danger without any precautions.

But at this moment, no matter how much Alsim screamed to remind him, it was still a step too late.

The explosion was not too powerful but certainly not too small. In an instant, the two people at the center of the blast were blown into a ball of blood mist. The scattered fragments of human tissue were the last bits of the two lives that had ever survived in the world. evidence.

Buzz-buzz-

"Ah-heh-uh"

With his head buzzing, Alsim struggled to get up. Alsim, who was spattered with blood and flesh, felt that all the flesh in his body was shaking. He didn't know where he was thrown by the shock wave of the explosion. He didn't wait. After standing firm, the sudden change under his feet suddenly struck him again.

"Damn! The floor collapsed!?"

Feeling the tremors and cracks under his feet like a chain reaction, Alsim's mind was blown to a blank just now, and now he only had this consciousness. As for the severely impacted body, he was unable to dodge immediately. He could only let the floor, which seemed to have been blown down by the explosion, drag him into the ground.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The collapsed floor and splashed gravel caused Alsim to fall and roll.

No matter how tough Alsim was, he couldn't withstand such a torment. It was so dark all around that he couldn't see the situation clearly, let alone react. The only thing he could do before he rolled and fell to a stop was to firmly protect the vital parts of his face that were not protected by the protective surface of the helmet with both hands.

"Alsim! Alsim!! How are you? Are you okay? Say something back! Alsim!!!"

While unconscious, he heard a familiar voice calling him loudly from above.

He pushed away the masonry debris that was pressing on him, and struggled to get up from the ground again with his back facing the sky.

Alsim, who felt that his body had become so sluggish that it was difficult to even breathe, took a deep breath. Then he knelt on one knee to slow down his strength and faced Su Luo, who was calling him at the entrance of the cave that collapsed above. Vicenko replied.

"Fortunately, I'm not dead yet."

"Sokka! Just hold on, hold on! We'll find a way to get you right now, so be careful!"

Alsim, who barely stood up, looked up and realized that the entrance to the collapsed hole where he had just fallen was almost completely blocked by debris rolling down.

There were only a few gaps left, which allowed some light from the first floor to shine into the dark and gloomy basement. I could barely see the surrounding scenes and things clearly, but my field of vision was extremely limited.

"The damn gun is gone, Sukka."

Alone in a strange environment, Alsim's first reaction when he recovered was to arm himself with a gun. He would not panic if he had a gun in his hand.

But after looking around, he discovered that he had all three guns on his body - the AK hung on his shoulder with a gun belt, the Tokarev TT33 that was conveniently inserted into the chest strap, and the one in the armed belt at the waist of his pants. Take the shortened M30 triple tube.

They were all thrown off guard and rolled down, and were thrown into some inhospitable place.

Now, the only thing in Alsim's body that could be called a weapon.

Except for his own physical body that had not yet had time to recover, all that was left was the strange-looking "ancestral hunting knife" he inherited from his father in the scabbard on his waist.

bass--

Alsim didn't mind using a gun when he had a gun, and a knife when he didn't have a gun. It was better to defend yourself with something in your hand than with bare hands. The hunting knife with the sharp blade unsheathed was held in the backhand in the next second.

Alsim, who doesn't have the word "sitting and waiting for death" in the dictionary, naturally can't just find a place to hide and wait for his teammates to save him. A person like this will still act even if he doesn't have a gun in his hand. .

What Alsim didn't expect was that he was not the only creature called "human" that existed in this cold and dark basement.

Soon, the sound from the darkness quietly penetrated into Alsim's ears, coming from behind.

"I know that little gift can't kill you, and I'm glad that it's you who fell down, not some other trash."

! ?

Alsim suddenly turned around, holding a knife and staring at the direction of the sound in the darkness.

The man who spoke fluent but somewhat stiff Russian appeared from the shadows the next second.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Alsim. Or should I call you "the same kind"."

Three thousand chapters are presented, and the plot of the decisive battle begins. This is the Alsim part. There will be parts about Lao Ma and Wittmann later, so stay tuned.