Steel Soviet Union

"Scott! Scott! Hey, look here, put your gun away!!!"

Scott, who felt that his MP40 submachine gun could no longer meet the needs of the battle, was currently holding an MG42 machine gun pulled from the corpse of the Wehrmacht defender and firing wildly. The deputy gunner who was responsible for supplying him with ammunition was already very busy. In just a short time, he shot three barrels red. If it weren't for the material storage point at his back, he wouldn't even have enough ammunition.

Scott, who hugged the machine gun and fired wildly to suppress the Wehrmacht infantry, almost entered a state of selfless madness. He didn't notice that his driver's adjutant was shouting his name beside him, until the other party shouted several times and found that there was no movement. After reaching forward and patting his shoulder, he finally caught Scott's attention.

"What are you doing!? If you have something to say, please tell me. I'm busy here!"

""

The adjutant who was yelled at when he came up really wanted to say that you are the commander, not a machine gunner, but due to the current situation and time constraints, he could not care about these details, and immediately turned to Scott without thinking. He spoke.

"Reinforcements! Our reinforcements have arrived! The troops sent by General Herbert to pick us up have arrived!"

"What!? Reinforcements? Finally here! Where are they now!?"

call out--

"careful!"

boom--

"asshole!"

The shells that exploded not far away from him almost made Scott feel that his ears were about to be shaken. The large pieces of debris raised up fell to the ground like rain, and those who fell from the sky hit him. Although it doesn't feel very painful, it definitely can't be called comfortable.

"This bunch of rubbish from the Wehrmacht! They had mortars in hand to deal with the Russians, but they used them to bombard us!"

Scott, who was yelling and complaining, was about to stand up, but suddenly he felt something very heavy pressing on his body, which made him almost unable to stand up, not to mention it was extremely difficult to breathe.

"Don't press on me. Get out of there if you're still alive!"

The heavy weight and rough shape felt like a person was pressing on him. Scott, who estimated that the person holding him down should be the deputy shooter, shouted orders, but the guy behind him still didn't move at all.

"Stop shouting! The man is already dead, I'll push him away for you!"

Scott, who was about to continue speaking, had no time to say anything more. After seeing the situation clearly, the adjutant on the side immediately spoke to remind him and began to take action at the same time.

The heavy body was pushed away from Scott, and Scott, who was struggling to get up from the ground, saw it.

It turned out that the deputy shooter who was pressing behind him had half of his head cut off by the shell fragments, and the upper part of his head had been completely opened. The misery of his death was even worse than that of future U.S. President John F. Kennedy, who was happy to die. Of course, Scott didn't know who Kennedy was.

"No time to worry about this. What did you just say? Where are the reinforcements?"

Scott, who was already very busy and had to personally participate in the battle and command the battle at the same time, had no time to care about the life and death of one or two soldiers at the moment. He had more important things to do and more important situations that he needed to figure out quickly. .

"Tanks, a lot of tanks! General Herbert sent the armored troops of the Skeleton Division to meet us. They are attacking the Wehrmacht! The armored commander leading the team asked us to take this opportunity to get out with oil quickly. They can't support us for long, and if we don't live up to our expectations, they will have to leave us alone."

"It's as if they can fight out without the oil. They don't have to rely on us."

Scott, who was disapproving, was already in an extremely unhappy mood. He naturally had to complain when someone said something unpleasant to him.

But complaints are complaints, and it is very clear to Scott what he should do now.

"Take the people and evacuate! Let the oil trucks go first, and then move all the valuable materials that can be taken away to our cars. Those that can't be taken away will be blown up on the spot. Don't leave any garbage for these National Defense Forces. ! Leaving them in the end will only give the Russians an advantage. These cowards will definitely surrender, so go!"

Originally, at the beginning, Scott only planned to take away the oil that was the most precious to him and the primary mission target. He did not even consider the other jars and jars of junk.

But now, Scott is really annoyed by this group of defense forces who are pestering him and refusing to let him go.

This bunch of bastards had never been so desperate when dealing with the Russians, and they were so ineffective in dealing with their own people, but when they were dealing with their own people, reinforcements kept coming and died in groups. The difference between the two was extremely obvious.

Since your Wehrmacht can do the first grade of junior high school, our SS can do the fifteenth grade.

The extremely annoyed Scott suddenly changed his mind. Not only did he want to take away the oil that was the primary target, but now he also had to take away all the valuable and portable food and medicine! Some of the relatively scarce ammunition and supplies were moved as much as they could. Anyway, there were several idle trucks in his fleet. The extra ones that couldn't be taken away were directly blown up on the spot, and he was determined not to leave anything for these stubborn National Defense Forces.

"Are you deaf!? Go quickly! Execute the order!"

"yes!"

Watching the hesitant adjutant leave quickly, Scott, who made up his mind to stay and command the troops as well as the rear, had already given his mission the highest priority. No matter what, you must first consider how to complete the mission. Sending those key oils safely back is your primary mission. It doesn't matter if you evacuate in the final wave.

The situation on the battlefield where artillery fire was still flying was just as the adjutant said. The SS armored troops who rushed to provide emergency support had just arrived and joined the battlefield, which immediately reversed the battlefield situation that was originally more favorable to the Wehrmacht.

Leading the way is the most elite medium tank in the hands of the Viking Division: Black Panther 2. These armors are so strong that not even 122 heirlooms can penetrate them. The reinforced Black Panther on its head shines brightly. The coaxial machine guns and main guns were firing continuously, attacking the Wehrmacht infantry exposed within sight with ferocious firepower.

Facing the sudden attack of the SS armored troops, the infantrymen of the Wehrmacht, who had only individual light weapons to rely on, were helpless for a while and were beaten in a panic.

Most of the only iron fists have not been released to the hands of combat troops, but are locked in weapon boxes and placed in material storage points for later use.

Now that the material storage point was occupied by the SS, the Wehrmacht infantrymen, who had neither anti-tank guns nor iron fists to use, were about to collapse. This storm-like ferocious heavy firepower is simply not something that the flesh and blood infantry can withstand. The Black Panther 2, which was originally used to deal with the Russians, has now become a life harvester for the National Defense Forces, with extremely high efficiency.