Steel Soviet Union

What kind of experience would it be if a person could completely watch what happened for more than ten hours in less than a second?

Malashenko had no idea what this experience was like before, and had never even imagined it.

But after Malashenko experienced all this in person, Malashenko, who covered his right eye that had endured a complete image process for more than ten hours in less than a second, felt as if he had just escaped from hell. Survivors who were lucky enough to crawl out alive gasped for breath.

"Drink-ha-ha-drink-drink-"

The pain that seemed to tear apart his eyeballs and the entire spiritual world was still tearing at Malashenko's mind. It was hard to imagine what he had gone through in that moment. Malashenko couldn't figure it out at the moment.

"What happened just now? What did I see?"

"Why do I see Natalia's tombstone? Who is that woman who looks exactly like Natalia but is named Natasha? Why the hell am I a marshal again!?"

Everything that cannot be understood by common sense lingers in Malashenko's mind, spinning continuously and lasting like a magnificent and bright star river.

Malashenko couldn't figure out what the scene he just witnessed with his own eyes, as if he were actually there.

During those more than ten hours, Malashenko's soul was like a baby imprisoned in a cage. He could not make a sound or control a single movement of his body. He could only speak with him from a first-person perspective. As a bystander, quietly witness all this coming and happening.

Malashenko was sure he saw Michel Wittmann, as the old man called himself, wearing the uniform of the East German People's Army.

Although Iushkin, who was wearing a marshal's military uniform, was so old that his temples were turning gray, there was no doubt that that familiar face was Iushkin again. Malashenko swore in his heart that he would never miss him!

T80U and BMP3 lined up neatly, and the Red Army soldiers holding AK74 assault rifles shouted loudly and surrounded them like stars holding the moon.

A formation of Su-24 Fencer fighter-bombers roared overhead, two bright mushroom clouds rising from the distance, and those NATO officers in Cold War uniforms who were shot dead on the spot by their own eyes.

What the hell is going on with all this! ?

"Uhhhhhhh! ahhhhh!"

The force of tightly covering his right eye seemed to be strong enough to forcefully pull the eyeball out of the socket. The loud shouting in the enclosed space of the turret seemed to be able to penetrate the armor and forcefully cover the engine noise and resound into the sky.

"Comrade Commander, what's wrong with you?"

Malashenko experienced unimaginable things for more than ten hours when the world's time seemed to have stopped. After the world's time stopped and resumed, he endured a large number of visual images that were forcefully poured into his mind in an instant. This huge The mental pressure and pain that can crush a person's soul to death are impossible for ordinary people to even imagine, let alone understand.

It was nothing more than that Kirill, Iushkin, and Seryosha, who were in the middle of a fierce battle, would stare directly at Malashenko with incomprehensible expressions of worry and extreme surprise.

His left hand was assisting the turret armor beside him, but his right hand was still tightly covering his right eye, which was still in severe pain, and he slowly raised his head.

Although Malashenko still did not speak, Iushkin and Kirill, the two people closest to Malashenko in the tank, could clearly see a large amount of blood dripping from the top of Malashenko's forehead. The big beads of sweat were like boiling water flowing out of a boiling pot.

"I'm fine, keep on everyone keep fighting!"

"Are those Germans still resisting? Drive them all down the mountain. Mamayev Hill is ours! Keep fighting, quick!"

Yes, although everything seen in the video vision has fast-forwarded time to 1989 in an unknown timeline, the real timeline of the world where Malashenko is still stuck in Stalinger in 1942 Le, right on the fiercely contested Mamayev Hills.

The corpses of the German soldiers who had been crushed by Malashenko's car were lying on the ground. Countless Red Army soldiers rushed from the mountainside to the top of the post and swarmed over them. They were stepping on the human flesh under their feet over and over again, shouting loudly. The slogan of charge kept galloping forward to kill the enemy bravely.

The 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, which has almost all rushed to the top of the hill, is following the pre-planned attack formation, rushing to the front to cover the infantry, and rushing straight towards the deep German defense line at the top of the hill.

Among all the Soviet tanks, only Malashenko's No. 177 regimental command vehicle remained motionless. It looked very strange as it parked in place as if it had been destroyed by the Germans.

Feeling that the pain gradually subsided, Malashenko gradually let go of his right hand, but the scene that followed him again frightened the crew members who were still staring at Malashenko and worried. light.

"Comrade Commander, how could your eyes become like this?"

Blinking his eyes, he found that his vision was not affected and there was no problem. However, Malashenko could clearly see the "strange" problem from the expressions of the people around him.

Realizing that something unpredictable might have happened to his right eye, Malashenko turned sideways and rummaged through the small satchel next to his captain's seat. He quickly found a half-palm-sized mirror and placed it in his palm. This was a trophy he had previously looted from a German corpse. He thought it might be useful and kept it.

The small mirror placed in the palm of his hand slowly moved in front of him and put his face up. An extremely shocked expression appeared on Malashenko's face.

"My eyes, how did my eyes become like this!?"

Although the body he inherited cannot be said to have a peerless appearance, it is at least suave, dashing and handsome. Malashenko once thought so.

But right now, his right eye, which is full of veins and swollen blood vessels, seems to be placed on his face like a monster with big eyes that is deeply infected by the virus in Resident Evil.

If it weren't for the two bulging blood vessels on the eye sockets, Malashenko even doubted whether his eyeballs would immediately fall to his feet. Such a scene can simply harden an unprepared person. Scared to have a heart attack.

"What the hell did I go through! Huh?"