Steel Soviet Union

There is no reason to talk to these fascists, Roskov should have known better. Google search reading

The moment of grief and anger caused him to make a wrong judgment, and this wrong judgment soon evolved into real results. The unprepared Roskov was knocked straight to the ground by the German's merciless and fierce rifle butt. He fell sideways to the ground and the coal in the basket was scattered all over the floor.

"Can this Russian still work?"

"Would you like to know if you try it?"

Unless communication is necessary, the SS would not communicate with each other in Russian. Roskov, who was knocked to the ground and was dizzy, naturally could not understand what the German was saying, but he followed closely. Then I heard a painful moan that made my heart tighten even more.

"Uh-huh"

Just to "test whether it still works", the SS chose the most direct method and stepped on little Ivan's bloody ankle. The most direct result can be judged based on the subsequent reaction.

Obviously, little Ivan's expression of suppressed yet overflowing pain explained the answer.

The SS, who didn't care how he was injured and only cared about the final result, shook his head at his fellow men next to him, and then spoke with an expression as if he was looking at a scrapped tool.

“It looks like it’s useless and useless.

"Then deal with it. The Russian guy won't live for two days anyway."

Little Ivan fell to the ground and was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to struggle. The two SS soldiers, who were big and round, grabbed his arms as soon as they came up, preparing to force him down like a dead dog. Find a safe place to deal with it.

Big Ivan, who was witnessing all this happening, was really furious. His two fists from the bystander's perspective had been clenched together involuntarily, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed in his gnashing teeth expression.

Feeling that he could no longer hold back, Big Ivan was about to do something. Roskov, whose head was still buzzing but was already struggling to get up, planned to forcefully pounce on him. The Red Army prisoners of war around him were even more "doing it." Damn it or die” mentality.

But just when it seemed like something was about to change, something even more unexpected happened suddenly at this moment.

Woo-woo-

Roskov, who had struggled to get up from the ground, had almost forgotten the last time he heard a similar sound, but his body remembered this sound more clearly than memory, and it was reflected in his brain. He threw himself to the ground before he realized what he was doing.

boom--

Whoosh-whoosh--

Rumble——

"Shellardment! Enemy attack! Take cover!!!"

Roskov didn't understand much German, but he could still understand some simple military terms, such as the things the Germans were shouting now.

The two SS men who were dragging little Ivan were like cats whose tails had been stepped on. Their whole bodies jumped suddenly with fright, and then they became helpless. These two soldiers had most likely never been on the battlefield. The idiots don't even know how to avoid bombardment.

Woo-hoo-

Boom boom boom——

"Gather! Everyone gather! Act quickly!"

When perhaps the seventh or eighth shells fell, roared and exploded, a running SS officer appeared on the platform, waving a pistol in his hand to summon all the SS officers on the platform to assemble quickly. You could tell at a glance that something big was going on, otherwise you wouldn't be so panicked.

The two SS soldiers who were so frightened that they couldn't care too much, let alone think about it. The two men who had treated the Red Army prisoners of war extremely cruelly just now were just in a state of panic and confusion, and they could only obey orders. Two timid losers.

In terms of emergency response when the flames of war come and their faces are burned, they are even far inferior to the abandoned Red Army prisoners behind them. At least those who have been beaten to death on the battlefield know what to do when the shelling comes. What, instead of being scared to the point of peeing his pants like a fool and standing there motionless.

"Dude, hey, are you okay!? Answer me, how are you feeling???"

The impact point of the shelling didn't sound far away, and the explosion sounded like it was a large-caliber heavy howitzer, but even if it was close, it wasn't close enough to hit the train platform directly.

Roskov, who didn't care to think so much, immediately rushed up to help little Ivan, who was left on the ground unattended, in his arms as soon as the German guy left. The latter's current situation was obviously not very good.

"Cough, it's not good. Brother, I probably won't survive today. I may have to break my promise to treat you to a drink. Cough cough."

Little Ivan, who suffered internal and external injuries, was still coughing up blood, and it was getting worse.

Roskov, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, even forgot that he was also a patient, and was only thinking about what to do now to save his brother.

"Wake up, keep your eyes open, and don't fall asleep! Aren't you expecting our Red Army troops to come? Listen to the sound of artillery, it's our howitzer! Our comrades are here to save us, hope is close at hand, you Hold on! I won't let you die!"

The blood on the corners of his mouth and chin has not been wiped away, and the pain lingering around his body is still there, but this still cannot stop the bright red smile from blooming on little Ivan's face.

"Yeah, it's the 783rd day. It's the 783rd day since we came to this damn place. I've been dreaming about today, and I finally waited! Ahem"

After another round of violent coughing up of blood, accompanied by the action of raising his right arm, the extremely weak little Ivan finally wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his rag-like sleeve, and his eyes still flashed with determination and hope that was completely different from the weakness of his body.

"Don't worry, I can still hold on until now. Since I am not dead yet, I want to see the final end of these fascist scum with my own eyes. I promise you."

The huge explosion still echoed violently over the concentration camp, and the whistling shells hit the head and face with fierce firepower that no one expected in the early morning, and it is still continuing.

As the initiator of all this, Malashenko, who had not slept all night and led the troops to advance nearly 100 kilometers overnight, was now less than three kilometers away from the gate of the concentration camp, staying next to a modified command truck, holding a radio transmitter in his hand and just yelling loudly amid the rumbling of artillery.

"The bombardment doesn't need to last too long, it can stop in two minutes! Just destroy all the SS doghouses outside, no need to extend it into the concentration camp, right!" "Tell Varosha that Battalions 1 and 2 are all surrounded! Don't let any Nazi dogs escape, I will hold him accountable if you let one escape! If there is a car that runs away, he must chase it and kill it even if he drives a tank himself! I will deal with Battalion 3 personally, and everything must be ended today!"