Steel Soviet Union

The swaying of the Lightning Opel troop transport truck driving on the uneven road was enough to make people feel uncomfortable, but even so, Buckman, who finally took a moment to take a breather by taking advantage of the opportunity of riding in the car, was still there. I am grateful for all this in my heart.

"Hey boy, which army are you from? You look familiar to me."

Backman was sitting on his rocking seat, breathing heavily. He turned his head following the sound and saw a middle-aged man's face covered with cigarette stains and blood.

"1st Platoon, 2nd Company, 11th SS Infantry Regiment, Ernst Bachmann, your uncle."

"Me? I'm from the Führer Regiment, that guy is from the 2nd Motorized Rifle Battalion, and he, the guy with the scarred face, is from the Reconnaissance Battalion."

Holding the battle-scarred Mauser 98K rifle in his arms, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, lit one for himself, and then the middle-aged SS soldier handed another one to him. In front of Buckman.

"Take it easy, kid. You won't live a second longer when you're supposed to die, and even the Russian bullets will just hit you in the ass when you're not supposed to die. So just take it easy, Don’t let yourself be so nervous and enjoy every moment of the brief tranquility.”

He gently raised his right hand and took the cigarette from the middle-aged veteran. Buckman, who had been in the army for more than two years, asked himself that he could not be as optimistic and free-spirited as this middle-aged veteran.

"Those little brats from the Wehrmacht are now beaten all over by the Russians and are looking for help from us. As long as we help them push the Russians back, it proves that our Imperial Division can fight much better than the Wehrmacht. Thinking about this, I I feel excited!”

Smashing the unlit cigarette in his mouth, he stared blankly at the middle-aged veteran next to him who was blowing out smoke rings with a look of joy on his face.

Buckman has always heard some words from rumors and the Wehrmacht, such as "the SS are a bunch of lunatics" and "these guys were butchers who prepared game for Satan" and other words that cannot be called praise.

Ernst Bachmann, who was also a member of the Waffen-SS, was naturally not interested in these so-called "nonsense" at first, thinking that they were just deliberate rumors and casual remarks by meddlers.

But when Buckman, who was already trembling and trembling with self-doubt in the continuous defensive battles, saw the man next to him who was about to say, "I feel good about beating the Russians. I feel very good about it. I have to keep fighting." adjectives written across the face of a middle-aged SS veteran.

The sincere and excited smile on the veteran's face made it really difficult for the young Bachman to understand the true inner state of mind of this "war madman".

What surprised Bachman even more was that before the excited words from the veteran's mouth had finished, several other SS soldiers in the truck compartment started to echo him with the same expression and tone. .

"Yes, that's right! That guy Kreisk is right! Nothing is more satisfying than killing these Russian guys! Compared with those weak French Gallic Chickens and British John Bulls, killing these Russian guys It’s more challenging! It’s much more interesting than my previous job as a waiter in a shopping mall!”

"Then you can speed up the progress, Wagner. Have you seen the piece of canvas on the butt of my gun? Every time I kill a Russian, I will put a mark on it. Now I have accumulated 34 marks. I think we should do it. A game.”

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Bachman, who felt that his mind was already in a blank state, had no way of knowing what he said after that in the noisy and bursting out bursts of laughter from time to time.

This is probably how a normal person would feel at a loss and helplessness among a group of lunatics.

When the swaying carriage arrived at the destination amidst smoke and noise, Buckman could clearly hear the violent explosions of gunfire not far away, and immediately followed the group of people who regarded war as a game. The madmen jumped out of the carriage together.

"The second defensive position of the Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment is being attacked by Russian heavy troops. They must receive support immediately! Advance, Imperial Division!"

Under the leadership of a second-level SS Assault Group Captain who was assigned to lead the team on a temporary basis, a group of Imperial Division troops with different hearts and minds gathered together and quickly moved towards the position of the Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment shrouded in artillery fire. run.

In front of the second defensive position of the Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment, which was plowed by IL-2 attack aircraft, Malashenko, who seized this perfect opportunity to strike while the iron was hot, was commanding his first heavy tank breakthrough battalion to launch charge.

"Pay attention to the one o'clock direction, Iushkin! That area was not covered by the Il-2 attack just now. There may be surviving German anti-tank firepower, so cheer up!"

"Understood, Comrade Commander!"

With the help of the hand-cranked steering wheel driven by the electric turret steering gear, the KV1 heavy tank turret, which weighed more than 7 tons, pointed in the direction Malashenko said at a speed that was barely acceptable.

The final impact distance, which was more than a hundred meters away, was clearly visible to the four-fold optical magnification main gun sight in Iushkin's hand.

Just as Iushkin turned the turret in the direction of the target and was about to start looking for any possible valuable German targets within his field of vision, Iushkin couldn't help but see a situation when he inadvertently swept across the trenches. Startled.

"This is wrong, it shouldn't be like this. Comrade Commander, there is a new situation on the German position, you must check it immediately!"

"Huh? What's new?"

After hearing the sound, Malashenko was curious and quickly put his eyes in front of the commander's periscope and began to carefully observe the direction pointed by the turret.

"Oh, there are so many shit spoons all at once. It seems that the German reinforcements didn't wait. Why is there something wrong with this helmet and uniform? This is not the Wehrmacht! This is the fucking SS, bastard!"

There are essential differences between the combat uniforms of the Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment and the Imperial Division, which respectively belong to the Wehrmacht and the SS. The classic logo that is different from the SS double lightning SS logo makes Malashenko, a later time traveler, recognize it at a glance. Something strange happened.

The SS and the Wehrmacht actually fought side by side in the same trenches in 1941? Such a joke is not funny!

After shaking his head vigorously, Malashenko then put his head in front of the commander's periscope again to confirm that it was correct. A heartfelt doubt rose in Malashenko's heart almost instantly.

"Fuck you! Is the butterfly effect too strong?"