"Oh, that's kind of interesting." Lieutenant Colonel Blois propped his chin in an expression of interest.

"More than 1,300 years ago, after the Lop Nur explosion, giant thunderstorm clouds began to gradually envelop East Asia6. Aside from the island nation that claims to be the guardian of the kingdom, we must have not seen the people of the real Golden Nation for hundreds of years. Schulthroheim straightened his uniform with a button, his brow furrowed.

"Although the group of allies who manipulated the six-legged monster named "Dragon" was a little strange in every way. However, for the sake of their success in holding back the US Navy, we still have to say thank you, hehe. Removing the lenses blurred by the moisture, Lieutenant Colonel Blois smiled cruelly.

"Indeed, in order to deal with that group of monsters, the Americans have expanded their navy like crazy in recent years. Their battleships are almost thirty, which is a terrible production capacity. Schultroheim sighed.

"Let's go back after containing the wounded soldiers, the adult will be here tomorrow." Seemingly disgusted by the subject, Lieutenant Colonel Blois straightened his collar and strode towards the jeep, whose windshield was half shattered.

The sergeant, who was standing aside to help contain the wounded soldiers, suddenly appeared, and the uniforms of the two officers looked very similar to those of the Waffen/Guard. But instead of the usual SS lightning icon, the armband they wore was an SSS icon that they had never seen before. The bottom of the round armband is embroidered with a "Vitruvian Man" motif designed by Leonardo da Vinci with gold thread.

What does this extra "s" mean......

The sergeant quickly pressed into his guess that sometimes it was not a good thing to know too much.

While the Germans were retreating, Su Qin also returned to the residence where he had stayed for the past few days. I knocked on the wooden door with a code of three long and one short, and soon the sound of blowing out the oil lamp came from inside the door. A Russian aunt with the same height and width carefully opened a gap in the door, and after confirming that the person outside the door was not German, she breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Su Qin into the house.

"Mrs. Filippov, I smell potato stew, well, and peas." Su Qin snorted and said happily. A month earlier, he had been sent to the Soviet Army by the Lord God as a volunteer sent by the Comintern. With his excellent shooting skills, Su Qin soon left the recruit unit positioned as cannon fodder and became a member of the sniper company.

"Cunning young man, your nose is really smart." Mrs. Filippov gave him a blank look and continued to pour the chopped potatoes into the pot.

Leaning the rifle against the wall, Su Qin sat by the fire and stretched his legs comfortably. Relying on the temperature of the flames, he finally dispelled the bitter cold that seeped into the bone marrow. The history of this world is somewhat similar to the world from which Su Qin was born, except that the timeline is still in the period of World War II. But entering the main quest of the Archon Bu that day made him dare not judge lightly.

[Main Quest: Prevent the Gates of Hell from Opening.] Upon success, you can get 3ooo reward points and D-level fate shards x2]

In a world that seems so ordinary, how can there be such a natural existence as the Gates of Hell? Obviously, there are many untold stories hidden in the shadows of the world. In the end, since the consul did not give further specific tasks, it seems that Su Qin will have to continue to struggle for some time in the meat grinder-like Battle of Stalingrad. To be honest, he's starting to get a little tired.

"Where's Shasha?" After thinking about the task for a while, Su Qinxian, who was very excited when he saw the rifle, didn't show up today, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"He went to inform Vasily that he had dinner, and today you broke the legs of a couple of German devils?" Mrs. Filippov lifted the large half-man-high saucepan with ease, and began to chop the hard black leba with a kitchen knife.

"I didn't count it, maybe four or five." Su Qin patted his wet trouser legs and said absentmindedly.

"If you want me to say, you should stare at their heads. Send all these hungry wolf-like guys to hell and grind Satan's teeth. As if she had taken the hard black leba in her hand for a nasty German devil, Mrs. Filippov viciously swung her kitchen knife and cut off a large slice of bread.

"Mrs. Filippov, I have said many times that a crippled German devil ......" Su Qin sighed helplessly, although the identity arranged by the Lord God concealed the Germans he had to fight. But in his personal opinion, any killing without a purpose, no reason, and no need is a fool's errand.

"It can put several times the logistical pressure on the Germans." A tired male voice came from the door and said the second half of Su Qin's words in advance. Looking back, I saw Vasily Zaitsev, the hero of the Soviet-German war and the good son of the Soviet people, smiling and looking at this side.

"Aha, our hero is back." Seeing the safe return of his comrades-in-arms who were fighting side by side, Su Qin stood up and gave him a bear hug.

"How's your officer doing with sniping?" Sitting at the thick long wooden table, Su Qin asked Vasily as he struggled with the Black Legba. Unlike him, Vasily's usual targets were mostly those German officers who were in charge of command, and this kind of behavior that combined risks and benefits brought him a very high prestige.

"One sergeant, two corporals, the Germans became more and more cautious during this time, and they basically did not see the appearance of senior officers on the battlefield. Hearing that their next batch of reinforcements was about to arrive, the battle was getting harder and harder. "Equally hungry Vasily was about to wipe out the stewed potatoes on his plate, and snipers like them, who specialized in sneak attacks, sometimes had to squat outside motionless all day.

"Come on, at least you still have ordinary people over there who can be eliminated with bullets. Today, I almost got entangled again by the unbeatable Thutroheim. After finally breaking Heileba into small pieces, Su Qin sighed and said helplessly. The advanced guns he prepared in advance had to be unlocked with bonus points because they had passed the sF level of this world. Therefore, Su Qin, who has a shriveled wallet, can only make do with the contemporary weapons equipped by the Soviet army at present.

"The monster." Vasily let out a depressed **, and he also felt a lot of headaches about the strange black technology of the Germans. Fortunately, a guy like Schuttroheim seems to be an exception over there, anyway, the entire sniper company has only seen one like him until now.

I can only ask the terrifying "bone picker" to try to hold back this fascist metal beast. Vasily said teasingly.

"......" looked at his companion who was making fun of him speechlessly, and Su Qin suddenly felt that it should be a good choice to snatch his share of dinner.

After eating, he shrank to the warm fire, and Su Qin took out a slightly wrinkled letter from his personal pocket. Days of fighting had left him physically and mentally exhausted, and perhaps only this letter could calm him down.

In the letter, Huang Quan recorded his daily life during the half-month holiday in plain sentences, and this warm feeling made Su Qin seem to have returned to the most peaceful student period. And the sentence at the end, "Looking forward to meeting you again." The brief message made him instantly rise the urge to run to the other party's side. However, he is not the fledgling young man he was a few years ago after all.

Accustomed to seeing life and death on the battlefield, Su Qin's career as a war correspondent fully realized the importance of the word patience. After being thrown into Stalingrad by the consuls, the sniper's daily tasks further tempered his perseverance.

After experiencing boring patience, you can taste the sweetest fruit. Waiting, the process itself is part of the satisfaction. Su Qin had to hold back the throbbing in his heart, and if he wanted to keep what he cherished in this dangerous and cruel space, he had to make himself strong. Of course, he meant powerful in the true sense of the word. Sensing the black blood demon sword that was about to move in his body, Su Qin let out a sneer.

"What a cold master~" The magic sword's seductive and hoarse voice sounded in his ears again.

"Why would you say no? Obviously, as long as I swallow the souls of those inferior people, I can quickly increase my strength. The unseen beauty in costume lay behind Su Qin and begged softly. Her gentle sobbing sound could almost make the stone cry, but Su Qin was still unmoved.

"Can you increase your strength to turn me into your puppet?" Looking at the noble lady who had burrowed into his arms like a beautiful viper, he turned his head away in disgust.

After becoming a craftsman, although Su Qin did not obtain the absolute control of the magic sword, because of the entanglement of their souls, they had a certain relationship similar to psychic communication with each other.

"Hmph~ My naïve master. Even if you insist on not killing those inferior creatures, my strength will slowly increase. The noble lady who was the embodiment of the magic sword lay down in Su Qin's arms, looking up at his cold face like a glacier, and the magic sword, which was originally full of confidence in his own charm, couldn't help but snort unhappily.

"Oh? I'll listen to ......" Supporting his cheeks with his left arm on the armrest, Su Qin tilted his head sideways and looked at the magic sword with an expressionless face.

"Do you know how many people you are feared now?" Without waiting for the other party to answer, the magic sword continued to himself: "All the inferior creatures who have heard the name of the bone picker and trembled at it will gather their soul wavelengths when they are afraid. And I'm ......"

The black smoke from her hand turned into a slender cigarette stick with a butterfly carving: "I can absorb enough essence from this wavelength called "fear". ”

"So, you can't escape." A charming smile appeared on the face of the magic sword. She knocked on the cigarette stick, turned the "fear" gathered around Su Qin into black smoke and slowly inhaled it, and then sucked the narrow cigarette stick like a decadent noblewoman.

"First of all, they're not inferior creatures. Secondly......" Su Qin lowered his body and stuck to the magic sword, so close that both sides could feel each other's breathing: "Do you think I will sit still like this?" ”

"Hahaha, it's so much fun." The magic sword let out a burst of joyful laughter and quickly kissed Su Qin. Although the other party dodged her "sneak attack", she still laughed wildly, and then instantly showed an indifferent expression.

"I. Wipe. Eye. In order to. Treat. ”

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