Chapter 2931 There Are Books All over the Floor

The power of that piece of plastic engineer explosive was really great, or it could be said that it was increased by the explosion of something.

The hot wind from the explosion not only had a terrifying impact, but also a huge amount of scattered flames.

If Alsim had not dodged quickly, he would have been covered by the scattered flames, performing a "roasting" on the spot.

There is no need to guess. The reason for such a commotion must be that the remaining fuel tank behind the Nazi flamethrower was detonated at close range by the powerful engineer explosive.

A pure piece of engineer explosive containing only charge and no fuel could not produce such a sustainable burning fire.

"Damn Suka! It's on fire!!!"

Alsim, who had just stood up, had no time to see what was happening at the explosion site. The burning and stinging sensation on his right arm immediately attracted his attention.

Knowing that he couldn't hit this thing with his hands, Alsim was about to rub his arm against the ground to wipe off the sticky ointment and the burning flames.

This was the only way he could think of in a hurry. Fortunately, the area hit was not large enough for this method to work, but it was obvious that someone was destined to be one step ahead of Alsim.

He grabbed Alsim's right hand, which had not been ignited by the fire, and held it tightly. Sulovichenko, who stood up first, shouted loudly while drawing his other hand out of the sheath.

"Don't move!"

Before he finished shouting, the saber in his hand had already pierced Alsim's sleeve, and the knife fell in an instant.

Tear -

The entire sleeve was almost instantly cut in half by the sharp saber, separated from top to bottom.

The upper half of the sleeve, which was stained with ointment and burning with flames, was directly pulled out by the sword that was swung out with great force, and was forcibly peeled off from Alsim's body and fell to the ground.

Thanks to the low permeability of the military uniform made of coarse cloth for wear resistance and durability, and the sticky ointment with strong adhesion had poor permeability.

After cutting off the burning sleeve with a knife, Alsim's arm was actually fine.

Except that the dense body hair on his arm was burned bald by the fierce fire burning through the clothes, and a few small pieces of skin were burned to death, and it is estimated that blisters will occur again, it can be said that there is almost no harm.

For the unlucky person who was hit by the flamethrower, such an end can be said to be "buying a lottery ticket to win 5 million" level of luck, and his character is so good that it bursts.

Looking at the half of the sleeve that was torn off and fell to the ground, still burning, he raised his right arm and clenched his fist to find that Alsim was still strong. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

"You're quick. I have to say thank you."

""

Sulovchenko, who was also still in shock, said nothing and took a breath. He first swung the fire-enchanted saber in his hand, which was stained with ointment because he helped Alsim cut off his sleeve, and threw the ointment on the blade to the ground. After sheathing the sword, he turned around and spoke to Alsim.

"I think you are crazy! Really crazy! Throwing explosives with a flamethrower, Suka! If there is no case of you in the negative teaching materials of the battlefield in the future, I will not even look at it!"

"Really? I think this can be written into the positive teaching materials, but it should be bolded and marked with "Dangerous action, please do not imitate" at the end."

""

That's it. Sulovchenko, who knew that there was no reason to talk to Alsim many times, did not choose to continue arguing.

After all, if you use the rules and standards of normal people to try to restrain a "Slavic superman", it will probably be you who will be angry to death, not him.

Finally, I have the opportunity to look back at my "masterpiece". When I turned my head, I saw Alsim, whose entire staircase was blown down. The expression on his face was somewhat unnatural, as if he was embarrassed.

"Maybe you should have thrown a grenade instead of engineer explosives."

It's too late to say this now, but Sulovchenko, looking at the terrible scene in front of him, couldn't help but add another sentence.

"The grenades are used up, and I have no other choice. I just touched my lower back and found this thing. What else can I use if I don't use it?"

""

Sulovchenko, who was just speechless, didn't talk too much about this issue. He took two lemons from his belt and stuffed them into Arsim's hands.

The speed at which the fierce company commander consumed his ammunition was faster than anyone else. He became his "human self-propelled ammunition supply depot", which was really ironic.

Now the grenades are used up, what about later?

Sulovchenko estimated that he would have to share half of the magazine left in his chest with our heroic company commander later, so he had to prepare it in advance.

The staircase leading to the upper floor was destroyed by a sapper explosive used by Alsim, and was blown up on the spot.

Alsim walked past the bodies of the SS soldiers who were blown away and still burning, and walked to the bottom of the blown-up staircase and looked around. Fortunately, he found an alternative means - an escalator leading to the staircase on the second floor was still standing in the corner and was not blown up.

Since the Reichstag fire, the abandoned Reichstag building has been full of abandoned scaffolding, planks, ladders and other things. It is not surprising to find the escalator in front of you now.

I don’t know whether this thing has been placed here since 1932, or whether it was newly purchased by the SS stationed in recent months. Alsim just hopes that this thing will not fall into disrepair and collapse halfway through climbing. It is best to be usable.

He tried the ladder and found that it was relatively sturdy and seemed to be usable.

Alsim, who was used to leading by example, was the first to climb the escalator again. He moved quickly and reached the top of the ladder in a few steps.

“Okay, it’s quite sturdy, no problem! Come on up!”

With the successful trial of the company commander, the soldiers who followed him quickly climbed up one after another. The team that had assembled again immediately continued to move forward and soon reached the second floor of the Reichstag along the corridor after leaving the parliament hall.

After tiptoeing and gently pushing open the door, Alsim, who was leading the team, found that there were no booby traps, and then he ordered to enter.

"Strange, it's so quiet here"

The entire Capitol is now almost full of gunfire and explosions, but this large room that looks like a library is surprisingly quiet.

There are still a lot of books scattered on the ground that has not been burned by the fire, and piles of collapsed bookshelves, which is no less messy than the mess after the Japanese entered the village. It can be seen what kind of chaos has happened here.

Sulovichenko, who had a bad premonition, lowered his voice and whispered to Alsim, who was walking side by side, to stay alert. Behind the two, the soldiers who also lowered their steps were entering in an orderly manner.

"There are books all over the floor here, but none of them record how you died. It seems that I have to record it myself."

! ?

Unexpected voices rang out again from the shadows. Knowing that this strange calm was definitely not that simple, Alsim and Sulovchenko immediately rushed to the nearest shelter, keeping a distance from each other to ensure that they could take care of each other.

"Scatter! There are enemies!! Pay attention to hiding!!!"

While holding the steel gun in his hand and keeping a high degree of vigilance, he opened his mouth to give orders, and at the same time continued to listen to the words coming from the blind spot at the other end of the room, preparing for battle.

"We haven't played with guns yet, right? Now it's time to show your shooting skills, fellow!"

Hua La Hua La Hua La——

A series of hurried footsteps followed the voice before it fell, and Alsim, who immediately looked up, shouted out loud.

"Second floor attic! Fire!"