On this night, from Volgograd to Berlin, some trivial things happened in Europe - about a hundred dead ghosts woke up, which is really not worth mentioning compared to the recent frequent vampire killings.

As one of the last Panthers on the heights of Berlin was encased in phosphorous fire, the whole little act of recovery came to an end. Finally, somewhere in western Germany, more than a hundred skeletons wrapped in phosphorous fire stood silently between tanks and armored vehicles, just as they were preparing for the parade.

"As a result, after the resurrection of the legend, there were only two Tiger Kings, a Panther, two Stalkers and a Grizzly Bear, plus six 251s and nine trucks...... More than a hundred Dead Ghost Grenadiers, still led by the Burning Ghost Xiu Tek Hao Jane and the Can Collector Crazy Yang...... Fortunately, there are still two snipers who have been blown to pieces in the forest, but there are three of the Imperial tank aces here, me, Dick Carr, and Longinus, if it is really a big war, this battle group can last a few days. Fafnir looked at the group of undead in front of him. These guys are obviously very excited to be back in this world again, and these guys are so eager to continue fighting and fighting for the rest of their lives.

"I said you guys, are you still trying to fulfill your wishes?" Fafnir roared, just looking at the red phosphorus fire burning in the eyes of the dead ghosts as they turned around, and finally Fafnir smiled twistedly.

"So, first of all, Stalingrad! Let's accomplish the objectives of the campaign in one go! Fifty-seven years ago we did not rush to the Volga, this time we must achieve the goal set by the generals!" Favinier got into his tank, half of his body exposed outside the turret, and shouted, "Tank! Forward!" With cheers, the group of necromantic soldiers jumped into their chariots and drove out one after another, and the sound of engines and songs suddenly disappeared from the road with the gust of wind.

With a gloomy song, a group of "ancient" tanks appeared on the outskirts of Volgograd with phosphorus fire, formed into battle formations, and the tracks rumbled over the road surface and rushed to Volgograd.

Along the way, they managed to squash several cars and buses with their drivers and passengers running away - the sound of the tank engine was not loud for a few hundred meters to be heard unless the deaf were deaf, and the tank covered in phosphorus fire was also a few hundred meters away enough for ordinary people to run away...... The local police, who tried to block it, quickly turned around and turned at full speed.

The gang made their way to the edge of the Volga River in the city before they stopped, and no one dared to come out to stop them, and not a single good citizen dared to open their doors and windows to peek out, not even a single policeman.

The stopped tank opened the hatch, and the skeleton soldiers who jumped from the accompanying armored vehicles stared at the tankers in a daze......

"Isn't there supposed to be a group of Maozi shouting 'Ula' to come up and fight us? Why can't even a single armed civilian be seen?! What about the enemy's tanks? What about the self-propelled guns and infantry? Why are they all gone?! Is this still the Stalingrad of the Soviet Union? Fafnir, what's going on?" Dikkar, who leaned out of another Tiger King, said the thoughts of his companions.

Fafnir smiled bitterly and said, "I haven't had time to tell you that the red enemy is harder than you dead ghosts...... There was no Soviet Red Army anymore, and the city was defended only by the police. There are no more Guards Tank Corps. Haha The dead were dumbfounded.

However, they did open it again, and Grizzly destroyed an Orthodox church in the city with artillery - because a few priests ran out of the church, wielding the light of the cross to cause discomfort to the undead.

They left the place of the death battle, formerly known as Stalingrad, and disappeared like a mist before the first rays of the morning sun appeared.

By the afternoon of the next day, the sky was covered with dark clouds like lead, and the avenue of Berlin seemed to go back to 55 years ago, with the King Tiger Tank leading a number of old chariots slowly along the avenue, and next to the tank, walking on foot the skeletons in the uniforms of the Third Reich, these skeletons wrapped in phosphophor fire and holding their weapons, which made for a very good clearance effect......

Countless people prayed to God of the Devil - after they saw something that was beyond common sense. There were also very brave reporters with cameras to broadcast this image to the whole world, and not a single police officer tried to stop the ghosts, allowing them to run over the road surface of Unter den Linden with their tracks through the ditches.

"I mean, this is also the fulfillment of our desire for the Battle of Berlin? Where are the men who fought to the death with us in Berlin? Fifty-five years after the defeat of the Reich, is there nothing that can make us feel the passion of battle again?" said Longinus, who was half-clad in a skeletal frame in military uniform, on the turret of the Panther tank, which burst forward.

"You don't have to think about the Soviet Red Army. However, it is estimated that the fighting desire of you dead ghosts will soon be satisfied. I think the Vatican's thirteen departments will come to satisfy you. Look, their guys' helicopter has arrived. ”

With the sound of the helicopter's engine, groups of people dressed in black came down with weapons. A golden retriever, undesirable middle-aged man, chanted through a loudspeaker: "We ask ourselves what are we? We are Escaliot, Judas of Iscariot." But Escariot, what is in your right hand? But Escariot, what is in your left hand? Thirty silver coins and straw ropes. But Escariot, what are we, and we are neither apostles nor apostles. Believer and non-believer, believer and non-believer, traitor and traitor. We worship only one thing, but we bow down and ask for the mercy of the Lord, but we bow down and seek out those who disobey the Lord. Wielding a short knife in the night, throwing poison into the middle of dinner, and becoming a pawn of death. We are the Apostles, and we are the crowd of the Apostles. We are the Assassins, and we are the Judas of Iscariot. When the time comes, we will throw thirty pieces of silver into the Divine Place. Hang ourselves with straw ropes, and we will be able to join forces and go to hell. Team up and set up a formation, and I am only willing to fight against the seven four hundred and forty-five thousand nine hundred and twenty-six evil ghosts in hell!"

"Look, the object of the battle is coming. Although it can't be compared with the red army of the year, it can barely be done. Shotek Haojan!Jan!Grenadier you!Send a few men to shoot at us!Karl!You start firing freely!"Fafnier gave the order over the radio.

The sound of tearing linen rang out, and bullets rained down on the knights on the opposite side with a faint ghostly fire