The Undead Empire That Travels Through the Multiverse

In a street in Stalingrad that was plowed into ruins by artillery fire, Dimitri was lying in a crater, breathing heavily.

Lying next to him were two comrades in the same class as him, and now they were both breathing heavily like him.

They had just repelled the enemy's attack, blew up a German Demon tank, and wiped out almost half a platoon of enemies.

About one-third of the comrades had fallen, most of them died when they first faced the demon chariot.

Although the transformation potion issued from above has made them stronger than before, and some with excellent physical fitness can even use their muscles to squeeze out the bullets that entered the body, it is not to the extent of making them invulnerable.

They did become stronger, but only stronger.

"Vasily, can you smell the enemy's position?" Dimitri didn't dare to raise his head and asked his comrades beside him.

Bears have very clever noses. After being transformed by pharmaceuticals, some of them will have more or less animal characteristics.

Of course, those who are unlucky will have long hair growing all over their bodies. Those who are more lucky, like Vasily, will not have any appearance changes, but his sense of smell will become as sensitive as a bear's.

Of course, the price is that his sense of smell is too sensitive, and he usually needs to wear a mask to cover his nose to prevent it from being damaged by the overly complex and strong smells on the battlefield.

Hearing Dimitri's call, Vasily took off the mask on his face and sniffed the air with his nose: "They are fifty meters away from us. They should be hiding behind the wall at the corner that has not collapsed."

"It's too bad, we can't kill them directly this way." Dimitri complained, but he didn't think anything was wrong. He just scratched the burnt hair on his face. He didn't know whether it was a beard or long hair. : "Don't let your guard down, everyone, Lyudmila will replenish everyone's ammunition! Then go to the regiment headquarters to get some more cocktails. We threw out the last bit when we burned the demon chariot just now, so we need to replenish it."

A short soldier emerged from a ruins behind Dimitri and the others. He did not have a gun in his hand, but he had a large backpack on his body.

He quickly crawled to each soldier, took out two rows of bullets from his backpack and handed them to the surviving soldiers.

Lyudmila was not a soldier of Dimitri's class, but a resident of Stalingrad, a child who was only twelve years old.

The war destroyed his home and killed his relatives.

He was supposed to evacuate to the rear, but the death of his family allowed the child to stay and assist Dimitri and the others in resisting the German invasion.

Out of protection for the child, Dimitri did not let the child hold a gun. He only asked him to be responsible for distributing ammunition and supplies to the soldiers, and then doing some errands and delivering supplies.

Although this is still a very dangerous task, it is better than facing German artillery fire and bullets.

This war has reduced the entire Stalingrad to ruins and made it impossible for everyone in the city to stay away.

Even women and children have been involved in this war, and the Germans don't care whether you are a civilian or not.

To be honest, in the face of the powerful German offensive, even warriors with firm beliefs like Dimitri were shaken and doubted whether they could survive and win the war.

The German army is too powerful. Even if the soldiers have a firm will and can use their flesh and blood to block the enemy's steel tracks, they are only flesh and blood after all.

But fortunately, they also have transformation potions.

Dimitri couldn't help but feel grateful that the home front had provided such a good thing to the troops before the war began.

Although everyone will always have a tendency to develop into a bear after using it, there is no doubt that the physical fitness has been enhanced.

At least Dimitri himself felt that he could beat the two of him now, hold a heavy machine gun in both hands and shoot the muzzle without shaking.

As for the beard that almost covered his entire face and the hair on his chest that could almost be used as a wool vest, he could only say that he had to shave after the war.

Anyway, a revolutionary warrior will not stick to such trivial details, and he is not a little bourgeois. Even if he does have a big beard, it will not hinder him from fighting.

But even with the transformation potion, which greatly improved the combat effectiveness of the soldiers, the fierce German offensive still caused them heavy losses.

They and the Germans were fighting almost room by room, and the two sides fought fiercely together.

Dimitri's advantage is their strong physical fitness enhanced by the transformation agent, while the Germans are their powerful mechanized troops and almost endless artillery fire.

Especially that kind of demon chariot, it's like a monster that only exists in hell.

Thinking of this, Dimitri couldn't help but look at the remains of the monster that was still burning in the middle of the street.

That thing looked a lot like a tank, but it was smaller than the tanks commonly used by the Germans. There was no turret that was common on tanks. There was only an artillery gun and a machine gun that sounded like tearing cloth.

Because it is smaller than ordinary tanks, this guy is much more flexible than ordinary tanks in the city. The German army often uses them to open streets that have been unable to be conquered for a long time.

But it was such a simple-looking guy that it took three soldiers to kill him in the battle just now.

But that's not why it's called the Devil's Chariot.

It was called this because behind the artillery and machine guns was a human being.

A man with half his body fused with the cannon, and his lower body from the chest down was buried in the car body.

Even though the Germans made him a shield and completely covered his body with thick armor, it could still be seen that it was personal.

Dimitri didn't know how this person was integrated into a chariot, but these guys who were integrated into the chariot would always make terrifying screams on the battlefield, making people feel like they were Like crawling out of hell.

It is precisely because of this that they are called demon chariots, because in the eyes of the warriors, these are things that only demons in hell can create.

Fortunately, there are not many such monsters, and the destroyed wreckage of this one almost blocked the entire street. For a while, there will be no need to worry about the Germans using this thing to attack again.

Just when Dimitri took the bullet from Lyudmila and pressed it into the Mosin Nagant in his hand, the twelve-year-old child suddenly asked Dimitri: "Dimi Terry, when can I become as strong as you? So I can kill Germans!"

Looking at the immature child in front of him and the stains on her supposedly fair face, Dimitri didn't know how to answer.

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