Chapter 2957 Blood Under the Red Flag (Part 2)

The thing Sulovchenko handed over was nothing else but the ancestral sword that Deputy Division Commander Comrade Lavrinenko had handed to Artim earlier, hoping that Artim could take it with the Victory Flag to the top of the Capitol to witness the glory.

Before attacking the Capitol, Sulovchenko had suggested to Artim whether he should consider carrying the sword with him.

Perhaps because of its large size and being in the way, Artim refused, but this did not become a reason for Sulovchenko to give up on it.

After all, the Deputy Division Commander took the initiative to ask for help, which might be the only time in a soldier's life; Sulovchenko thought that even if it was based on the most basic human relations, he had to take this matter seriously and deal with it seriously.

Then he ordered the flag guards to bring the sword and the Victory Flag up together, so that it would be convenient for taking pictures or something else at the time.

But even Sulovchenko himself did not expect that this sword could actually be used on the battlefield of the Capitol when it was needed.

Don't get me wrong, this is not the kind of performance for taking photos, but the real combat effectiveness of a cold weapon with its design function.

"Let that bastard say goodbye to his weapon advantage. Now it's time for the Red Army to show its strength."

""

Taking over this saber from his partner, the scabbard and handle are full of age, but it is still solid, reliable and time-tested.

While feeling the heavy weight in his hand, Alsim also read the deep meaning in Sulovchenko's eyes.

"Then come on, now is the time to show your sword."

The helmet on his head was untied and taken off, thrown away casually;

The cloak tied around his neck was also untied and fell with the wind;

Bang--

When the plate armor bulletproof vest, which had been manually loosened, fell to the ground with a sound, Alsim, who had made almost all the preparations, had only one last thing to do.

Swish--

Looking at Alsim holding the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt in his right hand, he held the saber tightly and pulled it out horizontally, showing the sword out of the sheath.

From ten meters away, the silver light and coldness of the unknown saber could be felt. Heisenberg, who was quite knowledgeable about cold weapons, could tell at a glance that the saber was definitely not just a decoration placed in the homes of nobles.

The Russians, once known as the "European Gendarmerie", rode their war horses and wielded sabers more than once, cutting the European continent into rivers of blood and rolling heads. Who knows how many bloody and resentful souls of Prussian ancestors are living on that ominous saber.

Now, this ancestral saber of the Lavrinenko family has been in the hands of Artim and has once again returned to the battlefield as a weapon.

No matter what Heisenberg, as his opponent, thinks or is willing to accept it, this precious Chasik saber, which has a blade length of 80 cm and a total length of more than 1 meter including the handle, is what he must face in the next battle.

On the other hand, as Sulovchenko said when he handed the knife to Artim.

From now on, Heisenberg's good days of suppressing Artim by relying on the asymmetric advantage of cold weapons in the past repeated encounters have come to an end and can be said to be goodbye.

There is a simple truth in the battle of the same type of cold weapons: an inch longer is an inch stronger; when two people are fighting with knives, there is no need to think too much, it must be the one with a longer effective attack distance and a longer blade that has the advantage.

How could Heisenberg suppress Alsim with the heavy sword with a long broad blade that weighed more than 10 kilograms and was specially made for him? Alsim would now "return the favor" to Heisenberg.

""

Heisenberg, who didn't know whether he couldn't laugh or didn't want to laugh anymore, had already put away his smile and took the remaining "poison" in his body to get ready for battle; he no longer attacked wildly like before, but was quite vigilant and cautious, holding the sword in his backhand and staring at Alsim.

""

Alsim, who also said nothing, ignored the enemy in front of him, threw away the empty scabbard in his left hand, and it fell to the ground.

The Chasik saber, which was designed for one-handed slashing, did not need to be held with both hands. For Alsim, it was easy to control a weapon of this weight with one hand, and there was no difficulty at all.

The left hand that had thrown away the scabbard was not idle all the time. Under the enemy's close gaze, he once again pulled out the hunting knife that he had just put back at his waist.

One long and one short, one positive and one negative, holding both.

The eyes of the "kind" who were opponents of each other were anxiously touching, and when the wind blew, the blades crossed.

Crack--

"Hah!!!"

The reason why Alsim chose to hold two knives, one positive and one negative, was not just for the sake of looking good, but based on his own judgment and actual combat situation.

The hunting knife in his left hand rushed forward, tightly pressed against the heavy knife in Heisenberg's hand, and pushed and sent it into the opponent's arms. The strong pressure from top to bottom almost made him unable to move, and he could not draw the knife to escape at the risk of being stabbed in the chest.

Heisenberg, who mistakenly thought that Alsim would use the long sword for attack and the short sword for defense, completely miscalculated. The agile and powerful short sword had more close-range suppression power than the powerful long sword. Heisenberg was at a serious disadvantage in strength due to massive blood loss, and because of this careless misjudgment, he could hardly escape safely.

An unexpected blow succeeded, and Alsim seized the opportunity without leaving any chance for his opponent to breathe. He raised the knife in his hand and struck a vertical blow, followed by a rush of blood.

Pfft——

Snapped--

Along the left shoulder, the entire left arm and his left hand were cut off completely by Alsim, who wielded a long knife with just one cut.

Intense pain that could not contain even the poison suddenly swept through his mind. Alsim followed up with a fierce kick and hit the chest. Heisenberg, who was already a cripple, was beaten on the spot and fell on his back. land.

"Pfft!!!"

With one arm broken and wounds all over his body, a large ball of blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably, making his body, which was already on the verge of being broken, even more overwhelmed.

But it doesn't end there, the fight to the death must continue.

Heisenberg trembled and struggled to stand up from the ground again. From his head to his ankles, there was almost no inch of skin that was not bleeding. Heisenberg had reached the point where even his vision began to blur, and Alsim's face was almost unclear.

"He-ha-he-ah-"

With an unprecedented heavy breathing, he once again, and for the last time in his life, used up all the remaining strength he could muster, pressed his feet and arched his back, and suddenly exerted force to pounce on the enemy like a dying cheetah.

He had already expected that this would be the case, so he took off the saber in his hand and held it with the blade facing upwards.

There is no pity or hesitation in the eyes that look at the enemy like a dead thing. The blood-stained "Blade of Heaven" raises its hand upward and dances with the knife, but it is the last knell before sending the enemy to hell.

Pfft——

Ding——

The scene of blood gushing out once again appeared in front of me. The right hand holding the heavy knife tightly and the entire right arm were once again cut off from bottom to top along the shoulder like the left arm, with the sound of the blade falling to the ground. fell to the ground.

Pfft——

One stab was immediately followed by another, and the hunting knife stabbed into the knee joint with a backhand got stuck in the bone and severed the hamstring.

Heisenberg, who could no longer support his broken body, finally knelt down in front of Alsim with his arms missing and blood flowing profusely.

Snapped--

Leaving the hunting knife in the enemy's knees, he used his free left hand to grab Heisenberg's throat and raise his head, leaving the final winner with nothing but a smile of relief with blood on his face. meaning.

"Welcome to be promoted to the top hunter, the same kind - uh -"

Smiling and talking, blood flowed freely from his mouth.

Not caring at all that his hands were soaked in the blood of the enemy, with every comrade fighting side by side watching and witnessing, Alsim, who personally sent this evil demon on its way, had only one last word left.

"You are just dregs buried in the garbage dump of history. Even in hell, you can't find the meaning and true meaning of fighting."

Poof——

The long, sharp knife soaked in blood slashed across the entire neck, and the blood-stained skull neatly pointed along the Adam's apple rolled down to his feet.

"Drink-huh-"

Bang——

Alsim, with his eyes slightly closed, was lying on his back, shouting softly. The blood on his cheeks was slowly dripping down his chin. The armless and headless corpse fell to the ground, and the sound of the long knife in his hand falling to the ground was almost astonishing. It sounded at the same time, and the pool of blood and the reflection in the sunset were almost integrated.

"It's over, everything."