Chapter 2587 Speed ​​of Life and Death

Puff puff--

"Well!"

"ah!!!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Just like Alsim expected the best case scenario.

No gunshots were heard from either bedroom for the next half minute, only the continuous sounds of knives entering flesh and muffled grunts resounding throughout the room and echoing in the ears.

Most of the sleeping men in the room actually died painlessly.

Some had their quilts pulled up, their heads covered on the spot, and knives were pointed at their vital points and stabbed randomly. Others had their pillows pulled out and their mouths held down, and their necks were wiped before they could react.

This way of dying is actually quite good, at least the pain only lasts for a moment and ends quite quickly.

But one German guy was not so lucky.

To be precise, this guy didn't fall asleep at all. He was just lying on the bed staring at the ceiling with eyes as big as cow bells, and he was wide awake.

The moment Alsim rushed in with his men, the guy immediately sat up from the bed as if there were springs on his butt. In the dark, he couldn't see what the person who entered the room looked like, so he quickly reached out to touch the pistol that was placed close to the bedside.

"Danger! Want bad food!"

Alsim, who was the first to rush into the room and see this scene, immediately said to himself, "It's not good." If the German guy really touched the handle of the gun and fired a shot, it wouldn't matter whether he hit his brothers or not. , those are definitely bad dishes.

One shot, just one shot.

In the stillness of the night, just before dawn, the entire street was eerily quiet, not to mention human sounds, not even the sounds of rats scurrying and wild cats barking.

There is no need to guess what the consequences of a sudden gunshot will be. "Even a fool knows it." One shot will definitely wake up the Germans in the whole street and cause chaos on the spot.

Although this is not considered Alsim's "mission failure", after all, before entering the house, Alsim had led his men to quietly eliminate the wandering posts on the periphery and the German troops standing guard on the commanding heights. The only reason he was in this sentry post now was because Alsim wanted to do one more job, completely eliminate the dens guarding the German troops on the outside, and overfulfill the tasks he had received to the best of his ability.

However, this does not mean that Alsim can tolerate the idiot in front of him who jumped up from the bed and ruined his good deeds with a gunshot.

I've put all my damn effort and effort into getting here, and there's only one last step left to get it done. How can I let a bastard like you ruin a good thing?

Don't even think about it!

Alsim, who had no time to run and rush forward, immediately exerted force on his right leg, charged up the force and kicked on the spot. His right leg, which had bulging muscles, exerted its maximum strength, sending the whole figure forward like a cannonball in an instant.

Alsim, who flew towards him, raised the razor in his hand and took the final aim in mid-air, until he reached the vital point of the opponent's neck.

At that moment when time was almost frozen, Alsim watched helplessly as the German touched the pistol on the table, then raised the gun without saying a word, and took advantage of the situation to aim at himself who was the greatest threat and the closest.

"Die to me!"

“Fuck you Russian pig!”

Both sides took action with the belief that they would kill without hesitation. The success or failure of life and death only happened in a split second before they even had time to catch their breath.

puff--

"Well!!!"

Click——

Alsim, who originally wanted to cover the other person's mouth, finally changed his mind at the last moment before the knife penetrated the flesh.

The sharp razor held tightly in his right hand was sent into the neck at lightning speed, while the left hand that changed its direction tightly grasped the Walter P38 pistol, and tightly clasped the hand holding the gun. The hand, especially the index finger, should not be allowed to have the slightest movement to pull the trigger.

The German squad leader who was stabbed in the neck with a knife wanted to make a sound, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not make any noise. He could not even move his body at all. He was killed by this heavy Russian guy who weighed at least 200 kilograms. Press down.

Before his life was completely lost, the German squad leader wanted to pull the trigger of the pistol.

He didn't want to kill the Russian guy in front of him, but at least sounded an alarm and fulfilled his duty as a warning point to let his comrades know that the danger was coming, but the final attempt still failed.

At some point, the little finger of Alsim's left hand got stuck behind the trigger of the pistol. It acted as a "human safety" and the index finger holding the trigger could not press the trigger no matter how hard he tried.

The German squad leader, who had his neck cut off with a knife and was bleeding like a fountain, died at the speed of light.

All the attempts, hard work, unwillingness, and final despair before death happened in less than five seconds.

The pile of warm corpses in front of him finally succumbed and stopped struggling to resist. Alsim, who was holding the handle of the knife tightly in his right hand, stood up and pulled the razor into his arms.

Without the razor to block the huge wound, the corpse immediately spattered a bunch of blood bubbles. The warm corpse that was not yet dead was still twitching on the bed as if it had just stepped on high-voltage electricity. It would not take long for it to die. Total loss of movement.

The blood on the face that was splashed more than a minute ago has not dried up, and new blood was added immediately afterwards.

Alsim, who had been "washed with blood" continuously in less than two minutes, now completely turned into a "blood-faced demon". He stood up from the bed with a blood-stained razor in his hand and turned around, really touching his behind. The comrades who had just finished their work were slightly "shocked".

"Comrade Company Commander, are you okay?"

"It's okay, the bloody bitch is fishy and smelly, bah!"

"Check to see if there are any alive, don't leave any trouble, and do it cleanly. The rest of the people will gather downstairs and prepare to meet the large army."

"yes!"

He casually pulled out a piece of rag from the bed sheet and wiped it on his face. Alsim, who was wiping the blood while going downstairs, was even more frightened by what he did. He looked like a "half-human, half-demon" bloodthirsty thing that had just come out of hell. It was like crawling out, but Alsim himself, who had no mirror to look at, didn't know this.

Of course, even if Alsim could look in the mirror now, he probably wouldn't care until this happened.

Alsim, who was anxious to kill more Nazis, only cared about one thing now: to quickly send a signal to inform him that the mission was completed, so that the large troops on standby could begin to enter the city.

At the same time, not only Alsim's group, but also several other separate reconnaissance units had completed their tasks and succeeded one after another. They successfully cleared all the German checkpoints and warning points on the periphery without a single shot being fired. , this is the most perfect situation among ideals, and it is not one of them.

When the roaring ISP43 infantry fighting vehicles appear at the street intersection, roaring with anger and spraying black smoke, the nazis in the neighborhood who still know nothing about their situation will be doomed to destruction.