Vol 2 Chapter 677: : The defender of Greater Berlin

"Ah ... don't you think she is pretty, this cute baby."
Boss Hu touched the armor of one side of the mouse tank and kept circling around this super heavy tank. With the eyes of Boss Hu, the scene looked a little weird and perverted.
"You brought me here just for this useless steel creation?" But Mr. Sa didn't seem to buy it, and he was dissatisfied.
"If you say that this thing is nymphous, how heavy is she ... ah? What? Oh, of course, when I leave, I will bring this tank and put it in the center of my palace square as a souvenir. Beautiful. "
Said, boss Hu looked at Sargeras, who was on the verge of the outbreak, and immediately waved his hand.
"Okay, wait for me to transform this little baby, and then we will go on a journey of killing and venting, to ensure that your appetite is just right."
Then boss Hu came to the whole proving ground for a big scrape and threw all useful things that could be found to the center of the proving ground.
"Tell you, you always bully people with divine power, or you just split the planet directly, which is boring, too direct and too violent, you want to destroy ... then use a cannon, use a cannon! Wait a minute, I will find Look for ... 88 guns ... 128 ... ah, 150, find it, it ’s you, baby! "
Driving his own divine power, boss Hu lifted the huge turret of the mouse tank, and removed the 128mm main gun that had been installed, and replaced it with this unscientific 150mm cannon. .
Since you want magic, then the magic is more thorough.
Anyway, this mouse's engine has not been built, and it can never be built, so boss Hu turned over the cabinet in his space ring, and finally found one in various types of bomb piles. I do n’t know how long it was put. The magical energy crystal, and it was inserted into the engine compartment of the squirrel tank, replacing the original diesel engine.
Finally, finishing work and customizing the appearance. Boss Hu painted the entire tank surface dark black again. The steel gray color that the head of the mustache loves is too characteristic and must be changed.
"You're done, well, my dear adjutant, let's go now, I think we can kill the last one well."
Opened the map booth to the side of the tank top, carefully looked around for a few moments, and roughly found the right direction. Boss Hu was ready to move towards the battlefield.
Oh, Berlin is so big, as long as the direction is not reversed, then you can't go wrong, you can definitely go.

Berlin, the final assembly war has officially started, and the destruction of the Third Reich has entered a final countdown.
More than two million Soviet Red Army completed the siege of the entire Berlin city, and then they began a full-scale offensive, tightening their lifeline lasso.
Berlin is burning, the remaining Germans are struggling and fighting back, and their only ending is to enter destruction.
The last National Defense Reserve, even ordinary citizens were sent to the front, and they vowed to coexist and die with the city.
Is the craziest moment of destruction, no matter what glorious deeds the head of state has done in his life, but at least at this moment, he is an ancient sinner.
He could have recognized the reality and ordered everyone to stop resisting instead of draining the last drop of blood for this empire.
But he didn't do it, did he?
Old people, children, a small number of surviving young adults without any military training, or even wounded soldiers who were wounded and recuperating To pursue the so-called loyalty and glory.
Oh, of course, there is also a big reason because the attacking party is the Soviet Red Army. If it is replaced by the Allies, Berlin's resistance may be much weaker.
Germany never trusted the red Soviets. They are human viruses and the scourge of the world. If they can, Moustache really wants to throw a special bomb to Moscow.
Berlin's ruined streets, crossroads.
A group of teenagers are busy with tension, using everything they can find to strengthen their position defense, and their only large-caliber weapon is a chassis-type rotating 88 gun fixed at the center of the intersection.
The roar of the track-crushing ground came from the end of the street, and there was that kind of rough and harsh engine noise. I knew which domestic product I heard.
Is even worse than the Soviet tank workmanship, and it is only the Japanese iron skin.
"Cannonball! I want a cannonball! The Soviet tank is up!"
The girl who manipulated the 88 artillery shouted loudly, and the two companions behind came up with a cannonball strenuously. These minor children had no books or toys in their hands, only murder weapons.
The shell went into the bore, and the gun body began to rotate, aiming at the end of the street in front.
The roar became louder and louder, then. . .
Boom!
The girl's artillery is very accurate. The roaring armor-piercing projectile directly hit the IS-2 heavy tank that was crossing the intersection sideways in the distance.
Common sense, shot in the side, damaged car body, fire inside, basically finished, and returned to the factory for overhaul.
The captain is on fire, extinguish!
The captain burnt, turn over!
Cough, all in all, except for the unfortunate shot, the head was wiped out. Except for the captain who died on the spot, the rest of the tank crew members had scrambled out, and the inside of the tank was on fire.
However, before they ran far, they were shot by the teenagers behind the crossing positions and all were shot on the spot.
"Elena, we have no shells!"
Elena bit her lip ~ EbookFREE.me ~ picked up a Mauser rifle on the ground next to it.
"Then we repel them by ourselves!"
In the shallow trenches, the group of teenagers in the flower season looked calm, but their eyes still showed uncoverable fear.
Across the street, countless Soviet soldiers were approaching this side, they were ready to knock out the 88 gun position that destroyed a heavy tank of them.
Elena got up and shot.
A Soviet red flag flicked in the hand, shivered a few times, and fell over his chest.
The fierce exchange of fire began, and Vodka was in the hands of Soviet soldiers. . . Cough, the firepower of Poposa is much more fierce than this group of young girls.
Another IS-2 slowly appeared. The turret turned and aimed at the 88 gun position, preparing to avenge his brother's revenge.
Boom!
88 artillery was blown into hot scrap iron, twisted steel fragments scattered all over the ground.
Elena looked at all her dead companions. Their face was full of fear. This scene caused the girl to close her eyes and tears flowed down the dusty cheeks.
Maybe he should die with his parents, or maybe he should not participate in this so-called glorious struggle.
But now I think these are meaningless, those red Soviet demons are already coming up.
The girl got up and she was ready to greet her last moment.
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