Chapter 6: Heart of Steel

  Protagonist diagram: Xiao Bingjia.

  "Are there still soldiers in this camp who have received tank driving training?"

  While Xiao Bing Jia and Wei La were still in the tent nursing their wounds, a loud, coarse male voice suddenly came from outside.

  "Alright!" Without being stopped by Vera, Xiao Bingjia suddenly jumped up from the bed and ran directly to the empty space outside the tent with his bare back.

  There were several men in gray military uniforms with a Russian inscription "Politruk" on their sleeves outside.

  "Formerly a private in the 241st Regiment of the 16th Infantry Division. Reporting for duty!"

  Xiao Bing stood at attention and gave a military salute to the political commissar.

  The whole person was standing there with a single thread of elegance.

  The entire body stood there like a precise instrument, stiff and strong, carved in bone and tough.

  The dark brown pupils exude a color of death, and one glance is enough to make people shudder.

  He suppressed the tremble that came from his heart. The political commissar swallowed a mouthful of saliva and forced himself to speak up.

  He gave Xiao Bing a sloppy military salute.

  "Alright, Comrade Lei Bing. My name is Byerfshka Romanovich Karashov. Let's start with your background." As he spoke these words, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly into Xiaobing Jia's eyes.

  Xiao Bing's armor seemed as if nothing had happened, his waist stood upright like a thousand-year-old ancient pine.

  "Xiao Bing Jia. Soldier ID No.*382. Graduated from the First New Recruit Training Camp in Moscow. Experienced 6 battles, including..."

  "Slow down." Bel'shcka waved his hand: "I want you to tell me about your achievements, not the process of the battle."

  "Got it." Xiaobing Jia raised his head and thought for a moment. "I destroyed 8 Allied Guardian tanks, 7 multi-purpose infantry vehicles, and 10 other types of armored vehicles. At the same time, relying on ground-based air defense firepower, I also shot down 5 Allied aircraft of various types. That's all!"

  "Oh!!!!" Belfska took a deep breath in surprise.

  What a joke, to know that the Soviet army destroyed 2000 Guardian tanks on the European battlefield, and if an infantryman was lucky enough to take down one Guardian, it's not impossible. After all, relying on flesh and blood, the mobilized soldiers of the Allied army in the Red Army are not few. But if you destroy the high-tech equipment of the Allied forces and still survive... If this kid isn't lying, wouldn't he have become a hero of the Red Army long ago?

  Bielievskaya couldn't help but feel more and more admiration for the young man.

  He patted the young recruit on the shoulder, and only then did Byerfskaya notice the wound on Shao Bing's armor.

  What kind of wound is this!?!

  These wounds were both large-caliber injuries caused by Allied shotgun fire and smaller wounds from his own ADK-45 assault rifle, with various degrees of injury scattered across his body and back. On the back, a clearly new wound appeared, which was difficult to conceal even under thick gauze, where blood seeped through. But this wasn't the most frightening part. As an old soldier, Bierwischka had seen all sorts of wounds. However, one wound on Shao Bing's heart caught his attention.

  A wound that was obviously charred by fire and smoke gaped open on Xiao Bing's somewhat dark skin like a terrifying monster, with thin streaks of blood slowly dripping down from the wound...

  It seemed that he had noticed Bieliev's gaze, and Xiao Bingji pointed to the wound on his chest and said calmly.

  "This wound was obtained during the last Polish siege, because this wound should have been two wounds. As a result, I filled it with gunpowder."

  Xiao Bing's tone was extremely cold, as if he were talking about what to eat today, pointing at the wound. In fact, during that battle, his chest had actually been stabbed by a bayonet with two almost parallel thrusts, digging out a piece of flesh. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough on the battlefield and stopped the bleeding with this extremely painful yet effective method, he would have turned into a handful of black soil in Poland...

  This wound is a very important lesson for Xiao Baojian.

  On the battlefield - you must be decisive, if you hesitate for so long, then all that awaits you is death...

  After listening to Xiao Bing Jia's simple yet vivid account, Bierfu's impression of Xiao Bing Jia now is only one of admiration.

  What is a soldier?

  This is what soldiers are like!

  The young officer stood at attention in front of Xiao Bing's armor and gave a military salute that was more standard than he had ever given before.

  Xiao Bing made a military salute back at him, his body as tough as it was from the start.

  The two of them looked at each other in silence for a while. The ceremony was over.

  Bielufu pointed at the wound on Xiao Bing's armor and shouted to the surrounding soldiers.

  "This isn't a wound, it's not pain! It's a medal! His body is already covered in medals!"

  After completing the registration formalities, Xiao Bing Jia took a single signed by Bierfu Shi and came to the original bed.

  On the receipt was written in bold letters:

  Name: Xiao Bingjia.

  Age: 17.

  Sex: Male.

  Rank: Warrant Officer in the 519th Parachute Armored Battalion of the 11th Group Army.

  Visa: German 2nd War Zone 372 Regimental Commissar Bel'fshka Romanovich Karashov.

  There Vera was looking at him with a worried face, and when she saw Xiao Bing approaching, she couldn't help but ask loudly:

  "Why are you so stupid!? Asking to join the airborne troops?! Don't you know how dangerous it is?! If something happens to you there... I... I..."

  By this time Vera's eyes were brimming with tears.

  He put down the documents in his hand and solemnly adjusted his attire, facing Vera who was already sobbing quietly.

  "Because I want to live a better life... Because I am a soldier, I want to be a general..."

  All of this is for you too...

  Xiao Bingjia found it very difficult to swallow back the words of confession that were about to come out of his mouth.

  Allied-occupied Germany

  "Hey Hans, isn't today's weather just hot!" said Roosevelt Biber, a US captain of the Sixth Armored Division of the Allied Forces.

  ... didn't respond to Will's words, the armored captain Hans Gritz, who belonged to the German army, continued to carefully wipe his "beloved car".

  The German had hardly said a word of his own, which made Roosevelt feel very bored.

  Germans...are indeed just like what people say about them.

  Stiff, serious, suffocating...

  No wonder their Prime Minister Adolf Hitler would die at the hands of an insignificant vagrant...

  But if it weren't for us Americans pulling them along at the last minute, I reckon they'd be just like those despicable Russian running dogs by now...

  Forget it, anyway the next battle will be to let these boring Germans do it. We're also happy to be idle...... Ah...... what if we go to 'Deutschland Spring' again, those girls there ~ tsk tsk......

  "Battle... Red Army..." Hans Gritz suddenly said out of the blue while wiping his tank next to Roosevelt, who was still daydreaming. When he mentioned the Red Army, Hans clenched the rag in his hand tightly.

  "What? What did you say? I didn't quite catch it, Hans."

  "Your grandma's denture fell out..."

  "Is this cold joke also one of the characteristics of Germans?......"