An armored vehicle rolled over the body of Zapolov, and when the infantry passed by, all they could see was the deformed Zapolov, unable to distinguish from his clothing whether this Ura-shouting suicide attacker was a compatriot or not.
The Soviet-style flood of steel, the Soviet-style flesh and blood.
It was a war at the end of days, fought with outdated methods.
Gao Yuan didn't know what had happened, but Sirte suddenly flew into a rage. He bellowed into the radio, "Who told you to go up, who told you to go up? We're not dead yet!"
Sirte, who was used to the sight of life and death and cared for nothing, was now like a cat with its tail stepped on. He said to Klaus, "I absolutely don't want to watch Russian dogs shouting Ura and going to their deaths in front of me. They don't understand battle at all, they just blindly shout Ura, Ura."
Klaus coldly said, "Calm down!"
Sirte shook his head, then snarled fiercely, "I am very calm. Just watch me now!"
