Steel Soviet Union

The power of that piece of plastic engineer explosive was really quite large, or it could be said that it was detonated by something at the same time to increase its power for the second time.

The blast of explosive hot wind not only contained a terrifying impact, but also contained a huge amount of scattered patchy flames.

If Alsim hadn't been able to dodge quickly enough, he would have been covered in the patchy flames that spattered everywhere, causing a live performance of "roasting people alive".

There is no need to guess too much. The reason why such a movement was caused must have been caused by the powerful engineer explosives detonating the fuel tank at the back of the Nazi fire-breathing soldiers at close range.

A pure piece of engineering explosives containing only charge and no fuel cannot create such a sustainable burning fire.

"Damn it Sokka! It's on fire!!!"

Alsim, who had just stood up, didn't have time to see what was going on at the explosion site. The burning and stinging sensation on his right arm attracted his attention immediately.

Alsim, who knew that this thing must not be touched with his hands, was about to rub his arm on the ground quickly to wipe away the sticky grease and the burning flames.

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

He grabbed Alsim's right hand that had not been ignited by the fire and held it firmly. Sulovchenko, who got up first, drew the knife out of its sheath with his other hand and immediately let out a loud shout. .

"Honestly, don't move!"

Before he could even finish his shouting, the saber in his hand had already pierced Alsim's sleeve, and he raised and lowered the saber in an instant.

Tear it apart——

The entire sleeve was completely cut in half by the sharp saber almost instantly, and the top and bottom were separated.

The upper half of the sleeve, which was stained with grease and burning with flames, was directly torn out by the saber swung outwards with great force. It was forcibly peeled off from Alsim's body by external force 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 has poor permeability.

After cutting off the burning sleeve with a knife, Alsim's physical arm turned out to be fine.

Except for the thick body hair on his arms that was burned away by the fire burning through his clothes, and a few small pieces of skin that were burnt to death, and he may have to get blisters again, it can be said that there is almost no serious problem.

For the unlucky guy who was hit by the flamethrower, this ending can be said to be the level of luck of "winning five million in a lottery ticket", and his character is so good.

Looking at the small half of his sleeve that was torn to the ground by the knife and still burning, he raised his right arm and squeezed his fist to find that Alsim was still strong. This was when he finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt heavy in his heart. Land.

"You're so quick, I think I need to say thank you."

""

Sulovechenko, who was also in shock, kept silent and took a breath. First, he swung the saber in his hand that was stained with grease and enchanted with flames because he helped Alsim cut off his sleeves, and put out the fire. The fire-flavored ointment stained on the blade fell to the ground. After sheathing the blade, he turned to Alsim and replied.

"I think you're fucking crazy, Sukka! Really crazy! Throwing explosives with a flamethrower, Sukka! If your case is not included in future battlefield negative textbooks, I won't even look at it!"

"Really? I think this can be written into the front teaching material, but it must be boldly marked at the end with "Dangerous actions, please do not imitate"."

""

Forget it, Sulovechenko, who knew that there was often nothing to argue with Alsim, did not choose to continue arguing.

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

Finally, I had a chance to look back at my "masterpiece". When I turned my head, I saw Alsim, whose entire stairway had been blown down. The expression on his face was somewhat unnatural, as if it was not natural. It seems so nice.

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

It was indeed too late to say this now, but Sulovechenko couldn't help but add something when looking at such a terrible scene in front of him.

"Then the grenade is used up. I have no other choice. I casually touched my lower back and found this thing. What else can I use without it?"

""

Sulovechenko, who was just speechless, didn't talk too much about this issue. He casually picked two lemons from his armed belt and put them into Alsim's hand for him to take.

This fierce and aggressive company commander consumed his ammunition faster than anyone else, and he became his "humanoid self-propelled ammunition supply depot". It was a fucking irony.

We've run out of grenades now, what about later?

Sulovechenko estimated that there was still half of the magazine left in his chest strap, and he estimated that he would have to take out half of the magazine for our brave comrade commander later, so he had to prepare it in advance.

The stairwell leading to the upper floor was directly destroyed by an engineer explosive from Alsim and was blown up on the spot.

After stepping on the corpses of the SS soldiers who were blown away and still burning, Alsim walked to the bottom of the blown-out stairwell and looked around. Fortunately, he found a replacement. Means - An escalator leading to the stairwell on the second floor was still stuck in the corner and had not been blown apart.

In the Capitol Building, which has been abandoned since the arson attack on the Capitol, you can see scaffolding, planks, ladders and other things that were abandoned in the middle of repairs everywhere. It is not surprising to find the escalator in front of it now.

I just don’t know whether this thing has been placed here since 1932, or whether it was newly added by the SS stationed in the past few months. Alsim just hopes that this thing will not fall into disrepair and collapse halfway. If you drop it, it's best if it's still usable.

I held up the ladder and tried it with my hands. I found that it was relatively strong and seemed to be usable.

Alsim, who was accustomed to leading the way, was once again the first to climb up the escalator. He reached the top of the ladder and landed on his feet in a few quick movements.

"Okay, it's pretty strong, no problem! Come on up, everyone!"

With the success of Comrade Company Commander's test, the soldiers who followed quickly climbed up one after another. The assembled team immediately continued to move forward, and soon followed the corridor after leaving the parliament hall to the Capitol Building. Second floor.

After tiptoeing and gently pushing open the door, Alsim, who was leading the team, was able to give the order to enter after discovering that there were no booby traps.

“Strange it’s so quiet here”

The entire Capitol building is now filled with gunshots and explosions almost everywhere, but this large room that looks like a library is surprisingly quiet.

There are still a large number of books scattered on the ground that has not been burned by the fire, and there are piles of collapsed bookshelves. Compared with the mess after the Japanese entered the village, it can be seen what kind of chaos has happened here.

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

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

! ?

Unprepared words sounded quietly from the shadows again. Knowing that this strange calm was definitely not that simple, Alsim and Sulovechenko immediately dodged towards the nearest bunker at hand, pulling away from each other. The distance ensures that we can look after and protect each other.

"Spread out! There are enemies!! Pay attention to cover!!!"

While holding the steel gun in his hand, he maintained a high degree of vigilance and gave orders. At the same time, he continued to listen to the words coming from the blind spot on the other side of the room and prepared for battle.

"We haven't played with guns yet, have we? Now it's time to show off your shooting skills, fellows!"

Crash, crash, crash -

A series of rapid footsteps followed him before he finished speaking. Alsim, who immediately raised his head and looked up, shouted out loud.

"Second floor attic! Fire!"