Lin Xuan slowly raised his hands and looked at the dozen or so dark-faced and athletic special forces in front of him.

"It's Japanese?" A man who looked like a squad leader stared at Lin Xuan's face, and a person next to him immediately lowered his submachine gun and searched Lin Xuan's body.

Lin Xuan could speak proficiently in Russian, but at this time, he knew that the other party was highly nervous, and once he made a mistake, it would be equivalent to giving the other party a reason to shoot. So, he only raised his hands in the air, made a blank expression, and looked at the man blankly.

"Japanese?" The man changed to Japanese, and seeing that Lin Xuan was still indifferent, he switched to Chinese, "Chinese? ”

Lin Xuan didn't answer, but he heard in his ears that there was no gunfire on the other side of the secret door. It is clear that the special forces squad has been slaughtered by men.

The special forces are only the elite of human warriors, and the man has the secret skill to pierce the skull of a monk with his bare hands, and the sharpness of his killing methods is chilling.

"Shame!" Lin Xuan felt that his cheeks were a little hot.

It was also a helpless move for him to withdraw and close the secret door, because in the case of a one-on-one duel, he was not sure to defeat the other party at all.

"Search every corpse, focus on the Führer's facial features, there must be secret passages here, beware of German gunmen hiding in the shadows!" The man waved his hand and ordered, and everyone immediately dispersed.

"If the monk's words are true, and there is no secret passage underground, then the secret must be hidden in the chair-" Lin Xuan's corner of his eyes secretly glanced at the swivel chair, considering whether to knock down these special forces in an instant, and turned the chair over to check.

According to his inference, a switch or remote control can be hidden in the chair, but it definitely can't hide a "big killer".

From beginning to end, no one has ever seen the "big killer" as it is. Before the Second Gulf War, the United Nations sent a number of inspection teams to several major military towns in Iraq, carefully screened, but still found nothing. In other words, until the red dragon was sent to the gallows, the world did not see the shadow of the "big killer" mentioned by the Pentagon.

"You, look at this!" The man took out a two-inch black and white photo and held it up in front of Lin Xuan's eyes.

The photo shows the Nazi leader and his lover Eva, which must have been taken many years ago, because they were very young at that time, and they both had gentle and kind smiles on their faces.

At the beginning of human beings, nature is good, no one is born evil, and the special attributes of human beings are gradually added after tomorrow, and they are greatly affected by the environment.

The Soviet special forces targeted the party leader, either assassinated or held hostage, so that the battle could be quickly resolved and the city of Berlin could be captured.

Lin Xuan looked at the photo, but what he was thinking about was the topic of "the party leader does not exist" that he had just discussed with the monk and the man.

In many historical war examples, after the death of the main general of one side, the subordinates did not mourn, and falsely claimed that the main general was still alive, which could scare the enemy, and a large number of men and horses retreated.

It is conceivable that if the party leader fell seriously ill or died in the middle of World War II, the Nazi troops would immediately become headless flies, and their combat effectiveness would quickly drop to freezing point, and all of them would have become a cup of wine and a meal on a plate for the Allies. This is entirely possible, as Allied assassinations of party leaders are brewing every day, as well as the underground teams of the "Holy Grail League" organized by the Jews, who are constantly flashing and attacking the Nazi nests with moths to the fire.

For this purpose, in the event of an attack on a party leader, the Nazis were able to put a fake "party leader" on the podium, which was a completely viable workaround.

Lin Xuan turned around and pointed to the location of the party leader's corpse, but his mouth was still silent.

The man gave up on Lin Xuan, rushed over in a few steps, leaned over to observe the corpse of the party leader, and at the same time kept looking at the photo in his hand to be foolproof.

"That's him, great!" The man shouted in Russian.

The rest of the special forces immediately gathered around, scrambling to look at the photo and carefully compare it with the facial features of the party leader's body.

Lin Xuan looked at this qiē and suddenly felt full of heavy sadness.

The special forces who slashed the Nazi party leader will definitely receive Stalin's commendation, and there will be a high bounty, and after returning home, he will also become the object of worship of millions of Soviet Red Army. In the long history, human beings have also relied on this kind of killing and killing as a superior means, and the more brutal the battle, the easier it is to emerge superheroes.

This is the way of human existence - to stain the crown on one's head with the blood of others, and the more people kill, the more heroes you become.

Whoever kills someone will one day be killed by someone else; Even if you don't get killed, when you look back on your life in old age, you will regret that you took the life of another person of the same kind lightly, which is extremely immoral, and you will be condemned by the heart until the last moment when you close your eyes.

He recalls that when he first joined the organization, he was young, bloody, impulsive, and competitive, and several dangerous missions in Spain and North Africa ended in great success. In the process, countless enemies died by his spear and knife. He is not ashamed of this, but proud of it, believing that he is the hegemon who controls the lives of others, and that one day he will sit in the position of the boss of the organization, and use his own ability to call the wind and rain for the benefit of all mankind.

Now, it all seemed pointless.

For human beings, the most important thing is life, and if you lose it, no amount of money is useless. World War II buried too many young children, and it was a catastrophe for all mankind, and when he had the opportunity to be in it, he must kill less and have more respect for humanity.

In Lin Xuan's memory, the party leader was very capable and courageous when he was young, so he would receive the full support of various consortia and ascend to the throne of the party leader.

"Is it really the stand-in of the party leader who fell to the ground? Is there really no party leader? As in many countries, it is the media, the mouthpieces, the journalists who are collectively creating gods and blowing the leaders to the gods in order to deceive innocent people. Lin Xuan smiled bitterly. In the 21 st century, no matter whether there is a party leader or not, and no matter how many mistakes in the use of troops were made in many battles in World War II, they have all become yesterday's clouds, and there is no need to examine them one by one.

The death of the party leader had become an end to the siege of Berlin in 1945, and the Nazi history came to an end, and Germany was successfully changed under the guns of the Soviet KGB.

"Hey, what about those people? Where did it go? Someone woke up from a dream and remembered their comrades who had rushed into the basement three minutes earlier.

At the same time, the secret door was slammed open, and the man strode out, his clothes below the knee already stained red with blood.

Lin Xuan looked out of the door from the side of the man's body, but saw corpses all over the ground, and blood flowed like rivers.

"I hurt them!" Lin Xuan blamed himself more and more.

In fact, the tragic death of the Soviet special forces actually had nothing to do with him, it was just a battle that had to happen on the battlefield. This group of people broke into the enemy's lair on the orders of their superiors, and they had long been prepared to die, which was equivalent to a death squad in a positional battle.

In other words, if they didn't die at the hands of that man, they would have fallen under the guns of the SS. Horizontal and vertical is death, only the time and position are different.

"Catch him!" The man ordered loudly, presumably seeing the blood on the ground outside, and immediately changed his words, "Kill him!" ”

The special forces turned their guns on the man, and fired a volley.

Lin Xuan took advantage of the chaos, leaned over and picked up a spear, rolled on the spot, hid behind the furniture, and bent down to watch the changes.

The "Soviet Red Army" was the collective name for the Army and Air Force between 1917 and 1945, which peaked during World War II, totaling more than 11 million. By the end of the Battle of Berlin, the number of troops had been reduced to about five million, compared to four million by the end of the Cold War. Founded around 1925 by Lenin and Trotsky, the unit was built in the war, and eventually became the most powerful military force in Eastern Europe and North Asia, counterbalancing the world's number one power, the United States.

In World War II, there were quite a lot of military geniuses and lonely heroes in the Soviet Red Army, all of whom won the most glorious title of "Hero of the Soviet Union" and the "Golden Star Medal". The most famous of these is, of course, Zhukov, who was awarded the title of "Hero of the Soviet Union" four times, and who was awarded the medal on August 29, 1939, July 29, 1944, June 1, 1945, and December 1, 1956.

Marshal Zhukov was also one of Lin Xuan's admirers, and when he visited the Russian World War II Exhibition Hall, he stayed in Marshal Zhukov's personal exhibition hall for several hours, and presented a sunflower wreath representing respect and remembrance to this World War II hero.

During the Cold War, it was no longer possible for Marshal Zhukov to command a great hero who commanded thousands of troops to attack the city, and the Chinese often said that "heroes in troubled times" are really very reasonable.

It is precisely because of his respect for the Soviet combat heroes that Lin Xuan regards these two teams of special forces as "friendly forces" in his heart.

With a bang, someone flew upside down, hit the wall, and fell down heavily, smashing on a chair on Lin Xuan's right, blood flowing from the hole in his forehead.

The gunfire stopped for a while, and it should have been that person who had the absolute upper hand, and killed more than a dozen people in an instant.

"Hey, it's over." The man shouted.

Lin Xuan stood up with his gun in his hand, and was coldly opposite the man from a distance of more than a dozen steps.

The battle was extremely fierce, but it was also extremely simple, because the man's running speed and killing methods were quite good, and it only took two minutes to kill all the Soviet special forces on the scene.

"These people are always vulnerable." The man spread his hands haughtily, as if he was still not satisfied with killing so many people.

"We're not standing here to kill them. They are nothing more than a group of nobodies in history, fighting to defend the country and maintain peace, and have nothing to do with what you and I are going to do today. Lin Xuan said.

Killing the soldiers of 1945 with the skill of a 21st century killer machine is like fighting a rabbit with a tiger, and the disparity between the two sides in strength is huge, and they are not at the same level at all. This kind of pure killing game made Lin Xuan feel tired, especially when he saw that the man was splashed with the blood of the Soviet soldier, his mood became heavier.

"I see, there's another person...... A very important big shot, right up there! The man pointed to the top of his head.

Lin Xuan also had the feeling of "the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings": "It turned out that the two teams of special forces were just scouts, but this time in the night attack, there were big men sitting on the ground to control the Chinese army at close range!" Who could it be? Could it be—"

The big man is like a tiger in the forest, and before he sees his shadow, he hears his wind first.

"The big man has the most important information in his head, kill him to get the information, hahahaha......" The man laughed all the way and rushed out.

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