"Ahh Don't you think she's pretty, this cute little baby. ”

Boss Hu stroked the hull armor on one side of the rat tank, and kept circling around this super heavy tank, with Boss Hu's eyes, 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 his face was dissatisfied.

"You said that if this thing is a mother, how heavy will she be... Oh, of course, when I leave, I'm going to take this tank with me and put it in the middle of my palace square as a souvenir. ”

As he spoke, Boss Hu looked at Sargeras who was on the verge of an outburst again, and immediately waved his hand.

"Alright, I'll give this little baby a makeover, and then we'll go on a killing and venting trip, just to your liking. ”

Then Boss Hu made a big scrape of the entire test site, and threw all the useful things that could be found in the center of the test site.

"Tell you, you always use divine power to bully people, or you just directly smash the planet, how boring it is, too direct and violent, you want to destroy... Then you have to use a cannon, use a cannon! Wait a minute, I'll look for it... 88 guns. 128。。。 Ah, 150, I've found it, it's you, baby!"

Driven by his divine power, Boss Hu lifted the huge turret of the rat tank, and forcibly removed the 128mm caliber main gun that had been installed and replaced it with this unscientific 150mm giant gun.

If you want magic, then you need to be magical.

Anyway, the engine of this rat master has not been built yet, and it will never be built, so Boss Hu rummaged through the cabinets in his space ring, and finally found a divine energy crystal that had been put in the bomb pile of various models for an unknown period of time, and stuffed it into the engine compartment of the rat tank, replacing the originally established diesel engine.

In the end, finishing the work and customizing the appearance, Boss Hu painted the entire surface of the tank a dark black, and the steel gray that the mustachioed head loved was too featureless and had to be changed.

"That's it, all right, my dear lieutenant, let's go now, I think we can have a good fight. ”

Spread out the map on the top cover of the tank, looked at it carefully, and roughly found the right direction, Boss Hu was ready to move towards the battlefield.

Heck, Berlin is so big, as long as you don't go in the opposite direction, you can't go wrong, you can definitely get there.

In Berlin, the final battle of the General Assembly has officially begun, and the countdown to the end of the Third Reich has begun.

More than two million Soviet Red Army troops had encircled the entire city of Berlin, and then they began an all-out offensive to tighten their noose.

Berlin is burning, the remnants of the German army are making a final struggle and counterattack, and their only end is destruction.

The last of the National Defense Reserve, and even ordinary citizens, were sent to the front, and they swore to live and die with the city.

The moment of destruction is the craziest, no matter what glorious deeds the Führer has done in this life that are commendable, but at least at this moment, he is a sinner through the ages.

He could have recognized the reality and ordered everyone to stop resisting, instead of shedding the last drop of blood for this empire.

But he didn't, did he?

The old men, the children, the few surviving young men without any military training, and even the wounded soldiers who were supposed to be the great hope of the country to rise again from the ashes, are now going to die senselessly in search of the so-called loyalty and glory.

Oh, of course, a big reason is that the attacking side was the Soviet Red Army, and if it had been the Allies, Berlin's resistance would have been much weaker.

Germany has never trusted the red Soviets, they are the virus of humanity, the scourge of the world, if he could, the mustache really wanted to drop a special bomb to Moscow, a hundred, but he didn't have this chance.

Ruined streets of Berlin, crossroads.

A group of teenagers and girls were nervously busy, using everything they could find around them to strengthen their positional defenses, and their only large-caliber weapon was a chassis-type rotatable 88 gun fixed in the center of the intersection.

The roar of crawlers grinding down the ground came from the end of the street, and the rough and screeching engine noise, which you could tell which country it was.

The quality of workmanship is even worse than that of Soviet tanks, and there are only Japanese iron beans.

"Shells! I want shells! The Soviets' tanks are coming!"

The girl who operated the 88 cannon screamed loudly, and two companions behind her came with difficulty carrying a cannonball, these underage children had no books or toys in their hands, only murder weapons.

The shell was loaded, and the barrel began to turn, aiming at the end of the street ahead.

The roar grew louder and louder, and then ...

Rumble!

The girl's gunnery was accurate, and the roaring armor-piercing shells hit the IS-2 heavy tank in the distance, which was passing sideways through the intersection.

Common sense, shot in the side, damaged the body, internal fire, basically finished playing, returned to the factory for overhaul.

The captain is on fire, extinguish it!

The captain is burning, turn over!

Ahem, all in all, except for the commander who was unfortunately shot, his head was knocked out, and he died on the spot, the rest of the tank crew members were scrambling out, and the inside of the tank was already on fire.

However, before they could run far, they were shot indiscriminately by the teenagers and girls behind the intersection position, and they were all shot on the spot.

"Elena, we don't have any more shells!"

Elena bit her lip and picked up a Mauser rifle on the ground next to her.

"Then it's up to us to repel them!"

In the shallow trench, this group of young men and girls in the flowering season looked calm, but their eyes still showed unconcealed fear.

Across the street, countless Soviet soldiers were coming vigilantly towards this side, ready to knock out the damn 88-gun position that had destroyed one of their heavy tanks.

Elena got up and fired.

One of the Soviet Red Bannermen shot in his hand, trembled a few times, and collapsed clutching his chest.

A fierce exchange of fire began, and the Soviet soldiers held vodka ... Ahem, the firepower of Bobosha's submachine gun is much more ferocious than that of this group of teenagers and girls.

Another IS-2 slowly appeared, the turret turned, and it aimed at the 88-gun position, ready to avenge its brother.

Rumble!

The 88 guns were blown into scorching scrap metal, and twisted steel shards were scattered all over the ground.

Elena looked at her allies, all of whom had been killed, their bloodied faces filled with fear, and the sight made the girl close her eyes and tears streaming down her dusty cheeks.

Maybe I should have died with my parents, or maybe I shouldn't have participated in this so-called struggle for glory.

But now it makes no sense to think about this, those red Soviet devils are already coming up.

The girl got up, she was ready for her last moments.