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"Lemilia Petrovsky".
"Hmm..." the man in the blue hat said thoughtfully, "This name seems familiar..."
Anton didn't continue speaking, because he knew what the blue-hatted man was thinking.
"Alright, comrade, we've arrived." Anton led the way to the door of the dilapidated house. "This way, please."
"Heh." The man in the blue hat took off his gloves, handed them to his henchman, and then led the group inside.
"Stay alert and be careful," the lieutenant told the soldiers on guard duty before leaving.
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So, what other interesting things are happening in Berlin right now?
Previously, the Britannian army's assaults on the north and south sides of Berlin had been completely silenced.
Now, two dark figures slowly approached a building in front of them.
"Comrade? Are you all right?"
When they came in, they saw two female soldiers dressed in Soviet uniforms, wearing green camouflage capes, each holding a Mosin-Nagant rifle with a scope.
"Sergeant Theodore, hello." The soldier leader in the room introduced himself first.
“Ilia Gelanova,” the blonde girl on the left responded.
“Ekaterina Terekin.” That was the name of the brown-haired girl on the right. He responded while looking at the dozen or so commandos in the room who were in charge of reconnaissance.
"Did Lieutenant Petrovsky send you?"
"Ah."
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“Okay, let me give you a general overview of the situation in the area ahead. The street in front of us is safe, but at the intersection further ahead, the enemy is densely packed and heavily armed. So, regarding your operation, I strongly advise against infiltration. Try to snipe from the outside as much as possible.”
"Okay, let's go now."
"Good luck to you."
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The two female soldiers walked past a house and hid by the window. Ekaterina carefully peeked out to see if there was anything strange happening outside.
To their west was a building, its back bathed in silver light that spilled onto the roof, as if the enemy behind them was very concerned about the arrival of the Soviet Red Army and even tried to dispel their fear with something like car headlights.
Instead of going directly into the building, they cautiously crouched on the ground and slowly made their way towards the stairs—the outside was bathed in imposing lights, casting a slightly white glow inside the building. If their figures were hit by the light, they could easily be struck by bullets or shells within seconds; this necessary level of vigilance was essential.
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Once you get to the second floor, you'll find a pretty good spot.
Ilya quickly found a good one—a bookshelf that had been smashed in half, standing in the center of the room. The height of the broken section was just right for her to stand at when raising her gun, and the reflection from the scope's lens would not enter the enemy's eyes.
“I’ll keep an eye on the other directions for you.” Ekaterina looked around and shrugged.
They could clearly see that the intersection outside the building was piled with enemy equipment, and there were some infantrymen. Of course, what was more conspicuous were the armored vehicles they had never seen before, and the steel giants that were four or five meters tall.
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All she had to do now was slowly hide behind the bookshelf, observing the vehicles through the scope, and wait for their crew members to dare to peek out before opening fire.
Section 79, Chapter Forty-Nine: Torture (Part Two)
Ekaterina walked to a corner and took something out of her bag—it looked like a walkie-talkie.
"Lieutenant Petrovsky, this is Ekaterina. Please respond. Comrade Gallanova and I have reached the enemy's outer perimeter. Over."
"Received, comrade. Report any abnormal situations immediately. I wish you a successful mission."
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Huh? Where did the Soviet Red Army in World War II get this tiny little thing?
Actually, its appearance alone tells you it wasn't made in the Soviet Union.
Over the past few days, the comrades have obtained these new items from those unidentified thugs. A small portion has been handed over to the generals and engineers for research and experimentation, while the rest have been "made for us by the enemy since we have no guns or cannons."
Unfortunately, not everyone could enjoy this blessing. The enemy infantry was few, and it wasn't easy to capture intact ones. With more soldiers than available resources, these were given priority to the soldiers who needed them most. Even so, they were still in short supply, resulting in two female soldiers sharing one.
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Secondly, Marshal Zhukov knew that these bastards in Berlin used English, so their radio communication was naturally in English as well. And since so many Soviet soldiers certainly didn't have an English-Russian dictionary, they had to find comrades who could speak English to translate the instructions.
That's what the two female soldiers did. The comrades from other units handed these over to the regimental headquarters first. The regimental commander asked Anton, the company commander of the guard company who could speak English, to translate and figure it out one by one. Then he tore off a piece of paper, covered up the English, wrote Russian on it, and figured out how to tune these things. Finally, he taught the soldiers how to do it. It was a lot of work.
Now, Ekaterina refocused her attention on the outside, while Ilya fired, helping her observe the situation in other directions.
"Hey, have you figured out all the bastards on the street?"
“About thirty infantrymen, two steel dolls, and one armored vehicle,” Ilya replied.
"Hmm, they were quite fooled by us." Ekaterina slowly surveyed the other directions. "Well, it seems the enemy is really straightforward; they didn't even set up a machine gun emplacement inside the building."
“But it’s strange,” Ilya continued, “the comrades all seem to say they’ve never seen enemy infantry setting up machine guns.”
"Hey, did the machine guns that the infantry were supposed to be carrying end up in the hands of those big dolls? Huh?"
Ilia did not answer her.
“Well, in that case,” Ekaterina continued, “do you have a way of distinguishing the uniforms of their officers from those of ordinary soldiers?”
"They look the same; you can't tell anything from them."
"Tsk, that's clever. Then let's point our guns at the armored vehicle and the giant's hatch. I bet they'll show themselves tonight."
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"Hey, hey, hey!" Ekaterina spotted something. "Look! That armored vehicle! The hatch of the armored vehicle! This little thing is probably about to get heatstroke inside. Take aim..."
“If you just shut up, I can hit her, Terekin.”
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In the middle of the road opposite was an infantry fighting vehicle, flanked by two Sunderland soldiers, one carrying a machine gun and the other a recoilless rifle. Infantrymen, armed with assault rifles, huddled scattered around the three war machines in the Sunderland's beam of light.
The soldiers were tired, but as the company commander, would you dare let everyone go to sleep?
"Hey, are you alright?" The squadron leader asked another pilot from his Sunderland. The squadron leader had a red triangle on the arm of his vehicle, so let's call him the Red Triangle Squadron Leader for convenience.
"Ah...ah!"
"You fell asleep again?"
"No... I'm fine, I'm fine, cough..."
"If I catch you dozing off again, I'll kick your car over."
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The red triangle didn't say anything, but simply had its vehicle turn around to look at a house next to it.
Yes, he wasn't stupid; he wouldn't put all his eggs in one basket. He kept half of his infantry on duty while the other half went inside to sleep.
Just then, the hatch of the infantry fighting vehicle opened.
"What's wrong with you guys?" The red triangle began to shift the focus of the question to the train crew.
"Phew, it's so stuffy in here." The gunner, still sitting in the passenger seat, had his voice already getting over the radio before he even got out.
"Did you light a fire in the cockpit to keep warm?"
"Oh, no, no, it's just that the air isn't circulating well. Ah, I'd better come out for some fresh air."
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"Haha, it's good that there's ventilation in Sunderland," Red Triangle thought to himself, smiling slightly.
“Sir,” the figure said, leaning over the hatch, “what kind of mess have we gotten ourselves into? The triumphant feast the general promised us, is it all ruined? We have to stand guard all night long, are we really here to conquer new territories? The EU and the Black Knights, who has ever fought us like this before? Are we living in a dream?”
“Anything can happen in dreams. Also, I hope you’re not under my gun before you say those words, soldier.”
"Sigh, okay, okay, I'll stretch and then go in!"
"Ha!..." He yawned and struck a pose, "Hopefully I can survive the night."
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And so, at that very second, in the building ahead...
"Okay, that's it." Ilya looked at the writhing figure in the scope and pulled the trigger with satisfaction.
Snapped! ——
Red Triangle was sitting in his Sunderland when a gunshot rang out, startling him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat. The young man, who had just been stretching on the infantry fighting vehicle, suddenly felt as if he had been punched in the face, and was thrown back into the hatch like a limp blanket.
"What happened! Did anyone see someone fire a shot?"
"I can't see anything! There's no one in front of us! Captain!" The infantrymen outside the vehicle were also terrified by the cacophony of gunfire and hoofbeats—the gunfire was indeed coming from ahead, but they couldn't find anyone.
"Oh my god, is there a monster here? How did it kill us?" The infantrymen were in chaos, fearing they would be the next to be killed.
"All vehicle crew! Search target!" The red triangle activated its probe and carefully examined the darkness.
"Should we drive forward, Captain?"
"Don't go over there yet! There might be a trap! Wait until he fires again!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than two more identical gunshots rang out. Red Triangle felt as if half the street in front of him had gone dark, as the enemy had extinguished the headlights of the infantry fighting vehicle!
"I see them, sir!" came the radio from inside the infantry fighting vehicle. "Right ahead! I see something like gunfire!"
"Use the machine gun to designate the target for us!"
"Yes!--"
The machine gun fired, leaving a trail of tracer rounds as it sprayed them onto a building directly in front of it.
“Okay!” He immediately called out to Sunderland, who was carrying a recoilless rifle next to him.