Steel Soviet Union

"Do you think you are dead? The smell of the earth still smells good. Do you want to taste it for a while?"

"Stand up! Recruit!"

""

In disbelief, he touched his throat. When he looked down and saw that there was no trace of blood, he realized that the man in the sea soul shirt used the back of the knife instead of the blade.

"The training is completed and the gift for clearing the level is given to you! Keep it well."

puff--

The sound of the blade hitting the ground sounded again.

The heavy knife that flew away from his hand was pierced in front of him. Because of the heavy weight, most of the blade had been inserted into the wet soil.

After swallowing a gulp of saliva, Nikolai grasped the handle of the knife that still had his own body heat, pulled the heavy knife out of the soil again, and finally had the opportunity to put it in front of him and examine it carefully.

"Berlin 1945"

Subconsciously, I read the numbers and Russian characters engraved on the end of the blade, but these were obviously not decorations carved by craftsmanship. They looked more like symbols carved bit by bit by someone with a sharp instrument. They were skewed and had no sense of beauty. It can be said.

Realizing that the heavy knife in his hand was probably older than himself, Nikolai turned around and couldn't help shouting to the man not far away who was cleaning up the stall and putting on the coat of Haihun Shirt.

"Comrade instructor, is this some kind of trophy!? Do you really want to give it to me?"

Alsim, who had already put the lieutenant general's uniform lying under the tree, casually draped it over his shoulders like a cloak, and didn't even bother to fasten the buttons, heard the words and walked straight over.

"It witnessed the victory flag being raised on the roof of the Reichstag, and also witnessed the brutal Nazi SS demons falling to death under the victory flag."

"He is the most powerful prey I have ever hunted, and the knife dances in his hand probably faster than you can peel fruit with a knife."

"I lost to him for a time, but I finally eliminated him with my own hands. If there is any trophy I got from him, then this is it."

"This is for you. Congratulations on passing my special training camp. This is a one-on-one special training camp for you. This is your graduation gift."

""

All he knew was that the fifty-year-old Airborne Lieutenant General in front of him was an absolute legend, and he was a living legend who did not lie in his grave.

Fighting with each other physically and seeing red on the bayonet, he fought the entire Patriotic War as an infantryman and never saw the line of fire from the beginning to the end.

After weaving countless bloody nightmares for Nacuiluo, he went to the Far East, wrapping the ultimate nightmare around those bow-legged Japanese monkeys, and then retired and said goodbye to the battlefield.

According to legend, Alsim was once the "strongest individual soldier" under his father's command. Countless enemies, ranging from generals to private soldiers, died under him, and they were all killed by his own hands.

Nikolai, who looked down on his father but always wanted to compete with the rumored "living legend", finally got his wish today.

Of course, it was also the first time in my life that I saw what "age cannot stop a real strong man" means. A young man in his twenties was beaten like a dog by an old man in his fifties, and he was brutally beaten.

Thinking of this, Nikolai, who was eager to know the reason for this, hurriedly caught up and asked Alsim, who had just finished a fight but was not even breathing.

"Comrade General, can you tell me your secret?"

"Ah? The secret? You kid, have you eaten too much caviar and your brain is muffled? What other secrets do you need to defeat you?"

""

Nikolai, who felt a little embarrassed, but really sincerely asked for advice, quickly explained back.

"No, that's not what I meant, Comrade General."

"I mean, why are you so strong and able to fight at this age? Unlike my good-for-nothing dad who sits in the office, I want to be a strong soldier like you! Not like him, please tell me The secret to your strength!”

""

Alsim suddenly stopped and stood motionless.

Nikolai, who didn't realize what was going on at first, was stunned for a moment and had no idea what was going on.

But immediately afterwards, he saw a sharp and fierce look sweep across his body, making Nikolai, who had just been beaten more than a dozen times, suddenly feel as if he was being targeted by some bloodthirsty beast. I almost shuddered with shivers.

"You say your father is useless? Why do you say that?"

Alsim put away the long-lost fierce and sharp eyes, and returned to normal in the blink of an eye, as if nothing happened, and continued to ask questions in an understated manner.

"I think he will only live in the flattery of others and has no real ability at all. His reputation is all packaged by flattery, unlike you, a hero with real ability."

Nikolai, who was at a loss when asked, told the truth and revealed what he had been thinking for a long time.

But when Alsim heard the words before, he just smiled lightly, then raised his hand, patted his shoulder, and spoke quietly.

"Leave this to the hundreds of thousands of Nazis who have nothing but a pile of bones left to say, and leave it to the hundreds of thousands of Japanese devils who were sent to the Siberian labor camps by your father and are now also a pile of bones. "

"Look at these bones, which add up to millions, and even the flesh has rotted away. Will they agree with your statement that Malashenko is a waste?"

""

Knowing that Alsim has a close relationship with his father, he also subjectively does not believe that someone as powerful as Alsim would flatter and flatter his father like everyone else.

Nikolai, who just wanted to hear the truth, immediately caught up with him again, walked beside Alsim and kept asking questions.

"Comrade General, in your opinion, what kind of person is my father? I believe you are different from those people, and you will definitely tell me the truth."

"Hehe, you are quite wishful thinking. Well, I will only say this once, and listen carefully."

Alsim, who did not intend to tell any lies, kept the story short, and the history from long ago was slowly revealed to Nikolai.

"Your father was once the most feared nightmare of countless Nazi fanatics. The enemy was more afraid of your father than the heavy tanks of the Red Army. They nicknamed him the "Iron Butcher" and talked about him with a smile. Of course, even more so. Because I was afraid of who I was on the battlefield back then, when I was just a nobody under your father’s command.”

"In that era of burning blood, I was just doing the same thing as countless comrades. Under the leadership of your father, we led to victory again and again, crushing powerful enemies that were unimaginable in the past, and let the news of victory follow. Together with the singing, it spreads to every corner of the motherland.”

"Without your father, I, and many of the names you can see and hear in the newspapers now, would have died on the battlefield and become one of the Tombs of the Unknown Soldiers."

"Your father not only led his comrades to defeat the most powerful enemy, but also brought back moments of reunion for countless military families in the motherland, bringing back fathers, brothers, and sons from the victorious battlefield."

"The enemy's death and the life of his comrades--these are two things your father did at the same time. And he succeeded and led his comrades to do it, proving to the world that these two things cannot be accomplished at the same time."

"This is your father, a living legend who is even more worthy of being called a hero than Alsim in your eyes."

"And you, his son and the eldest son of the marshal, treat him as a waste and say such stupid things that make the enemy shake their heads after hearing them. Don't you think you are the real fool?"

"What secrets are you asking me for? Your father is the only secret that allows me to live to this day and stand in front of you and listen to you say stupid things. Remember it! Otherwise, I won't mind beating you hundreds of times again. "