Rasputin of the East

Chapter 244

＜ 244 episodes >

-bang!

One of the Russians approaching with a single shot was knocked down.

-bang! bang! bang! bang! bang! bang! bang!

The man who had emptied all the magazines toward the entrance immediately hid behind the wall.

-Tutatattattattattattattatta!

AKM’s fire poured out as if retribution. Countless 5.45mm bullets were lodged in the concrete wall.

“Ugh…”

“Sergeant!”

“Okay, I just skimmed it. shit….”

He took cover, but Dobitan brushed the back of his hand.

John carefully sharpened the magazine.

The British police are not armed with firearms. In the case of Ireland, the front-line police were not provided with weapons. The only exception was the personnel of the bodyguards such as royal officials and prime ministers.

So, regardless of whether it was a sergeant’s jjambap, I had no choice but to be inexperienced in using a gun. At least, he was given only one military pistol.

There are now four people left, one sergeant, two cops, and one sergeant.

John was at his best as a sergeant.

“Damn, why did we even have to fight? What did the military guys do?”

“Cops, do you think you can stop those Tatars from the ground? If you want to curse, you have to curse the Navy.”

In fact, if you go in fundamentally, you will have to curse at Hitler and the Japanese Empire. When Hitler invaded Denmark, World War II broke out and Britain was put in such a pinch, the Japanese Empire attacked the United States, the United States attacked Canada for stability in the rear, and Britain, who had to protect Canada, waged a naval battle and was completely defeated. because it was done

– Ting, Ting Ting…

“It’s a grenade!”

In an instant, a cop blew himself up, grabbed a grenade and threw it over the wall.

-bang!

In an instant, everyone stiffened.

“Fred?”

The ragged corpse fell as it was.

Without noticing that it was an already cooked grenade, it was thrown back and exploded without flying too long, covered with fragments.

The others were fine, but Fred, who was exposing his torso from throwing a grenade back, probably didn’t feel any pain.

“Sergeant! Don’t go out of cover…”

-puck.

A 5.45mm bullet pierced the subordinate’s head neatly.

“……”

“■■■! ■■■■ ■■■!”

“■■! ■■■!”

The sound of chirping in a foreign language came closer.

‘Damn, too many.’

The Mars pistol he was carrying had 8 rounds.

However, at least 10 enemies appear to have entered the building.

There were those who had their machine gun belts dangling, and those with unusually shaped rifles.

It is not an opponent in terms of firepower, and it can never annihilate an enemy within a single magazine. Then there was only one way left.

He pushed the cop on his back and pushed him into the corner.

“quietly.”

The two police officers, hiding in a shadowy corner, watched the Russians check the bodies.

The Russians, who were chatting among themselves for a while, split in half, one side guarding the first floor and the other going up to the second floor.

There were 6 people left, less than the number of bullets, but if a gunshot is heard from below, a few more are sure to come. Besides, he wasn’t a sharpshooter who could subdue one at a time with such a recoiling pistol, and he wondered how the heck they fired such guns.

In fact, many of the bullets shot earlier were lodged in door frames, ceilings, and walls, and none of them hit anyone. It was because he couldn’t control the recoil of the gun he shot for the first time in his life.

I received a simple training when I was given a gun, so I had to reload it. If it wasn’t for him, I’d have been better off just not using the gun.

“When they don’t look, they get out.”

“yes…..”

“Calm down, think of your lover, will you not see him?”

“no.”

“okay.”

Recalling the names of his wife and sister, the sergeant lowered his stance and moved toward the broken door of the shop, taking advantage of the distraction of the enemy soldiers.

Fortunately, the sergeant, who avoided the gaze of the unaware enemies, signaled to the policeman.

That was then.

– clink

The sound of stepping on broken glass was heard, and the enemy soldiers with guns turned like lightning.

“run!”

-bang! bang! bang!

-Tatattattattatta!

Bullets poured out at the same time as the sergeant hurriedly fired his gun.

“Do not rest! Keep running!”

I saw two enemy soldiers sprinting out the door behind me. Just before they sharpened their guns, the sergeant, who barely dragged the last remaining subordinates into the alley, realized that blood was dripping from the subordinate’s shoulder.

“damn.”

“sorry….”

Traces of bullets were clearly visible. First aid was needed, but there was no time.

“Once you move, they will come after you.”

***

Vasilebsky looked at the front line in the distance.

The heart of the British Empire was falling apart.

“The enemy resistance is more intense than expected, so it will take some time.”

“You can’t do any damage in a street fight, I understand.”

Vasilebsky, who had smoked a cigarette, opened his mouth.

“Moscow is preparing for a European military administration. It would be good for the generals to prepare as well.”

“It’s military.”

“There is a story that General Rokosovsky is going to England, General Konev is going to Italy, and I am going to Spain. General Ungern is… General Ungern.”

There was laughter for a while. It’s a military government to that yangban….

“Doesn’t Germany, France and Scandanavia not have military governments?”

“The title is an ally. But the Kremlin will have some direct involvement. In the Netherlands, the German or French military commander will serve concurrently, or someone else will do it, but I do not know the exact information.”

“Isn’t General Ungern going to Holland?”

“Well, which one is more unfortunate? General Ungern? Or the Dutch?”

“That yangban is a yangban who should have been born three centuries ago.”

“Maybe General Tukhassevsky will take over? That yangban, I was very sorry that I couldn’t play in the front line.”

The British army lost anyway. No matter what talents they use, they cannot overturn this war situation.

Although several menacing heavy tanks were reported, they were eventually repelled anyway and no further reports were made.

“If London falls, we will surrender. They could fight in the North, but they would know for themselves that it’s pointless, and they’ll surrender before they see anything worse.”

The horse is tougher, and the Russian army was not only deployed to attack London. Along the outskirts of London, it is divided into North, Cambridge, Oxford, and Northampton, respectively, and is attacking North toward Birmingham, Manchester, Liverpool, and Sheffield and Leeds, respectively.

And in all areas, the British army was distraught and unable to respond properly.

At that time, an officer entered the conference hall, where an operation meeting was held with a light heart, almost like a friendship club.

“What’s going on?”

“I… it’s urgent from London.”

“What rush? Did the British surrender?”

“no.”

“then?”

“that………”

The officer, who closed his eyes tightly, gave the news.

“Mosley is dead.”

“…… What?”

“Is it suicide?”

“no.”

“then?”

“Our… side… got shot…”

“…………”

“You got shot, right? Did we shoot?”

“I had no choice but to resist with a pistol.”

“…then it doesn’t matter, but it’s a pain in the ass.”

He took up a weapon and resisted and killed him. The follow-up is tough, but it’s not something to be reprimanded for.

“And… one more……”

“Something?”

“……”

“Tell me, what the hell are you doing this for?”

“Edward VIII is dead.”

“……”

A silence weighing hundreds of billions of tons enveloped the surroundings.

“That too.”

Rokosovsky asked.

“Did we even kill him? Isn’t it?”

“It’s not a kill… it’s not… that… when the air raid was carried out, the air-raid shelter collapsed and I died along with my wife…”

Russian generals looked at each other.

one of them said

“f*ck……”

***

The British king and queen were killed in a Russian airstrike, and the prime minister was shot and killed by Russian infantry while fighting with a pistol.

Even just listing the facts gives you the feeling that this is f*cked up.

Let’s put aside the fact that the king was an incompetent fascist and the queen was an American divorcee who kicked and married the sane Swedish princess. Let’s put aside the rumors circulating that the Crown Prince is not actually his biological son because he enjoys a life of debauchery.

Usually the president, prime minister, king, or the people of their own country, they eat a lot of swearing.

But don’t people who have just sweared like that, when a foreigner insults the politician they used to swear at before, their double lust goes away right away?

the same No matter how popular Edward VIII and Queen Simpson were, the rumors circulated that the Crown Prince wasn’t the father – even rumored to be my child. It could be agitated from behind, but it had to be done by the hands of the British people anyway.

The same goes for Prime Minister Moseley. Even if we make a hundred concessions and kill them with our own hands, we have to use the means of a war criminal trial, not shoot-and-kill on the spot.

Hitler and his nephew committed suicide in the first place, and had no chance of catching them alive in the first place because the plane was shot down after being loaded onto a plane because there was no time to burn the body. It was out of our hands since we got to see the floor.

But if we shot him down… it’s close to the allowable range up to Moseley’s death. It is not our fault that Frederick IV committed suicide by eating cyanide. Wilhelm III died because the German doctors were idiots, but he was still alive after being bombarded for quite some time, so his anger could be diluted.

read at https://readwn.com

Most of all, I plan to keep it in place through Louise, so damage control is possible.

Edward VIII’s death is the real problem.

‘If not, half of the British people will be guerrillas.’

Well, the British royal family had the most positive results.

For once, the abolition of the monarchy will fit in with this one, and Edward VIII will be wrapped up as a patriot and victim.

No, maybe it’s an overreaction to think that Moseley was holding on to this in London…?

“How about retrieving the body?”

“…that… the corpse… the… the men in London did their best, but…”

“Say it in a nutshell.”

“… it was difficult to keep the original shape.”

“I’ll be back, really.”