Weisel was a cunning and cautious old fox, and even when the mass demonstrations were suppressed, he asked the top brass to mobilize tanks to help, a foolproof cautious approach that was welcomed by the Soviet authorities, who immediately transferred five T34 medium tanks from the armored battalion stationed in East Germany. These classic weapons, which accompanied the Soviet Red Army through the capture of Berlin at Stalingrad, became violent machines for the suppression of free patriots.

These T34 tanks didn't even need to use the long, thick 85mm S53 anti-aircraft gun, just the DT 7.62mm tank machine gun alone could crush this group of resistance elements of armor scum and powerful scum to slag and teach them to behave.

"Comrade, you have received an authorized order from your superiors, please wipe out this group of thugs who harm the interests of the **, and remember, all rebels with guns in their hands must be eliminated." Weisel made a decisive slash and then a prelude. Anyway, when the time comes, the authorities will only see that they have made a contribution to the suppression, and as for the death of several German civilians, the Soviets will not even look at it.

"Shooting at these civilians?" The tank commander still hesitated, after all, all he saw except for a part of the armed men with weapons, the others were unarmed innocent civilians, and he could do the massacre of the Nazis without blinking an eye, but in the face of civilians, under the condemnation of conscience and morality, he could not do it.

"A soldier's vocation is to obey orders." Weisel pointed to the Stacy secret police, who had been shot and fell to the ground, and asked, "Do you need any mercy for these rioters who try to resist?" No, mercy is God's business. ”

The tank commander glanced at the paranoid police chief rather helplessly, took off his tank cap and threw it into the cockpit, and replied, "Okay, sir, let's do it." ”

The steel behemoths roared, and the tracks spun with the cacophony of diesel engines and black smoke rising.

The T34 tank began to run over the "insurgents", and the 7.62mm bullets from the AKM rifle hit the T34's frontal armor like tickling, and some of the timid resistance members found that their guns were completely ineffective, dropped their rifles and ran backwards, but they were all sieveed by the DT machine guns on the tanks.

At this time, the commander's heart was conflicted, he hoped that the militants scattered around the civilians could come out on their own and surrender obediently, so he never used shells, because after a shell, it was definitely not only the armed men who died, but also innocent civilians. That's why the commander ordered them to suppress only with machine guns, prohibiting the use of shells.

But these people seem to be using civilians to tickle back at the tank, especially after they find out that the tank is not firing.

Nietzsche hid behind his bunker, and he shouted to the people next to him, "Go around to the house next to the street and throw me a Motolov cocktail from upstairs." ”

Because more than a dozen secret police officers died in Leipzig last time, East Berlin upgraded its security and strengthened supervision, so the members of the resistance failed to bring RPGs and 107MM rockets into the city, otherwise the five tanks would have suffered. But they also took the situation into account, so they brought Motorov cocktails.

The street was not wide and could barely accommodate two tanks moving side by side, so the houses on both sides were good places for a sneak attack. A skinny man with glasses in the Resistance who volunteered to give the men a little color, grabbed two bottles of Motorov cocktails and ran wildly to them, the operator of the DT 7.62mm machine gun temporarily suppressed by the heavy fire of the AKM rifle. Now they can only pray that the man with glasses will be able to wreck a tank before the bullets run out.

The man with glasses rushes into what looks like a long-abandoned two-storey wooden house, and at this point his heart is broken, because he has naively thought that he can liberate the whole of East Germany by killing Stasi's secret leader, but there is something called the torrent of Soviet steel that shows him how ridiculous it is for a mayfly to shake a tree.

However, he did not dare to escape, especially after seeing his companion who tried to escape being shot by machine guns, a thought became more and more ingrained in his heart, and lingered. It's about living, no matter how you use it.

Once people are aroused to survive, they can always burst out with surprising potential, and the thin man with glasses in front of him is such a person.

He threw away the AKM rifle, which was cumbersome to him, picked up the pistol of a dead policeman and ran towards the second floor, keeping an eye on every dark corner to prevent anyone from colding him there.

"I can't die, at least I survive this time, I'll go home and marry Elizabeth, God willing, no matter what the outcome is, I just want to live." The man with glasses muttered to himself as he crawled, and when he finally reached the second floor, as if all his courage had been exhausted, he stood in the doorway and hesitated to open the door and enter, dropping the two deadly bottles of Motolov.

Once the Molotov cocktail is thrown, he will inevitably be greeted by the bullets from the tank machine gun behind him, and it is a question of whether he will be able to go downstairs alive by then. But if he had deserted at this time, the Resistance would not have let him go.

Taking a deep breath, the man with glasses opened the door to the second floor, and the moment he opened the door, he was stunned by the scene inside. A guy who looked like he was wearing the armor of a European medieval knight was standing on the balcony and watching the tank closely, but the armor on his body looked much more advanced than the old antique, and he also held an RPG bazooka in his hand, if he hadn't seen this thing in Leipzig before, the man with glasses would almost think that it was some Weimar court knight who had traveled from the Middle Ages.

At this time, Ernest was also surprised by the sudden intrusion of this stranger, of course he would not know that he was regarded by others as a cross-over character, anyway, the 6094 modular tactical vest on his body plus a strange exoskeleton, and the addition of an integrated face covering helmet similar to the Russian OH-1 night vision device, made him look like a knight without a spear.

With a "bang", the inexplicable man with glasses who had just broken in fell defenselessly in front of Ernest, and at this time, Hudson appeared behind him at some point, and he still held the butt of his gun in his hand to maintain the action of sneak attack. Just now he smashed the butt of his gun the bespectacled man's brain, and as for whether there will be sequelae, Albert is sure.

"Why did you knock him out?" Ernis Trait asked.

"Have you forgotten the task that Your Highness has given us? Assisting the members of these resistance groups is secondary, and our most important task is to protect the equipment on our bodies, because these devices are secrets that cannot be revealed under any circumstances, so we must ensure that no one has ever seen our mechanical exoskeletons, and those who do have to go to Hell with secrets. Hudson explained.

This answer really made Ernest lose his temper, and Hudson was right, he also wanted to feel the pride of Belgium in having technology that no one else had mastered, but it seemed that this wish would not be fulfilled in the short term. Because Albert was so low-key that he didn't want the world to know that Belgium had such an ungodly individual weapon.

"Have all the RPG shooters already entered the intended range?" Ernest is also very good as the commander-in-chief of this operation, although he has encountered a lot of difficulties before, such as how to transport RPGs into East Berlin without attracting the attention of the police and other headaches, but in general they are in a better position than the Resistance, because they can use all kinds of deep spies lurking in Berlin politics, and can even send 107mm rocket launchers and RPGs into Berlin openly by forging government documents, It's also easier to finish the mission after it's done, as that's what the Spies have to think about.

"The T34 tank has already entered the range of our artillery fire, waiting for the launch order at any time." Hudson makes an OK gesture.

"Very good, wait for my order to fire, I have to let this group of self-righteous Soviets know what anti-tank rocket artillery is, I don't care what kind of steel torrent he plays, as long as the Soviet tanks dare to drive down, our RPG will blow them up into a pile of scrap metal, anyway, they are the best individual anti-tank weapons." Ernest smiled evilly, having seen the scene of the tank being blown up by an RPG, he seemed to have predicted the tragic end of the T34 tank that was about to be analized.