I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

Da-da-da-da-da—! A sound like a cloth-ripping machine emanated from outside the village. Two jeeps drove in from the main gate, heavily armored figures with stern faces, machine guns mounted, sweeping through every room.

Karl kept moving from building to building, shooting every German soldier in front of him with his precision rifle.

She didn't stay for long. After noticing that some buildings were relatively complete and well-built, she rushed straight there.

Seven soldiers had already gathered there, arguing loudly about whether they should burn the documents. Another group urged him to lead his men to stop the enemy and not dawdle.

The sound of Carl's undisguised footsteps frightened the soldiers. They shouted loudly to hide behind the bunkers, and the soldiers obeyed the order and immediately formed a defensive formation on the spot.

Then Carl put his rifle on his back and broke open the door of the house. The soldiers inside immediately opened fire, but it also had no effect.

The figure casually grabbed a vase by the door and threw it over. The vase immediately smashed a soldier's head, and blood flowed out. Carl's pace did not stop. She immediately rushed through the corridor, and the soldiers retreated while fighting, moving deeper into the corridor.

Karl immediately accelerated and grabbed an unlucky guy. She pressed the screaming German soldier's head and slammed it directly against the wall next to her.

The wall was of limited quality, made of wood and inlays. Karl smashed through it, crushing both him and the wall. Blood-red liquid mixed with sawdust stung the cheeks and eyes of the German soldiers hiding behind it.

The soldiers wanted to scream, but Carl only gave them a second or two to shout in despair.

Among these soldiers who died in miserable ways, the officer who looked to be middle-aged numbly took out his pistol and put it against his chin.

The horrific scene before him made him despair and collapse. He just didn't want to be ravaged by the monster in front of him.

Unfortunately, his wish could not be fulfilled. Carl then picked up a broken vase and threw it at the officer's arm, causing pain in his arm and making it impossible for him to hold the pistol.

"You, what are you? Are you the angels sent by God to settle accounts with us?" The German officer clenched his arms and looked at Karl's long white hair stained with blood, ancient armor and puffy skirt.

He seemed to have figured something out on his own. He knelt down tremblingly, looking like he was praying to God again.

"Stop talking nonsense, you are still useful." Carl needs intelligence about this world, and it is most appropriate to get the information from an officer.

368 A simple lottery in the German camp

At this point in time, humans do not have enough weapons and knowledge to deal with highly intelligent armed robots.

During the battle, Carl was quite worried that a heavily armored soldier, two meters and five feet tall, might jump out with a heavy machine gun.

However, it seems that the humans in this world have not invented so many ridiculous weapons, nor have they come up with technology that is out of date.

Good thing, it’s rare to come across a welfare bureau.

"Captain, we've cleared everything. We can also modify the radio station here to increase its sensitivity." The heavy armored team reappeared on the line. They had used up all the ammunition they brought with them and were going door to door collecting supplies.

"Then do it," Karl dragged the officer, who looked like a dead dog, into the room and threw him on a chair. "Let me see how strong the willpower of the German army is."

The German officer first received a light beating from Karl, and two or three jabs left him unable to stand.

After saying this, she grabbed the officer's fingers and tightened them little by little. The officer's expression became increasingly ugly, although it was already quite ugly to begin with.

"I'm not very familiar with the interrogation process, but I'm quite strong. I can crush someone's fingers. You see, you have 14 knuckles on one hand. I can crush them times, and after that I can even crush your forearm."

"Also, I also know how to pull out two bones in a person's arm. Don't worry, I can do it, but it will be more painful for you." Carl crushed the officer's little finger, making him howl heartbreakingly.

"Of course I'm going to grab your elbow and pull your arm off. Look, like this." Carl dragged a corpse in and easily pulled the arm off and threw it aside in front of the officer. "Slow and steady or fast? Do you want to choose?"

"Kill me..." The officer's face was ashen. These women who had inexplicably escaped were like something out of a nightmare. These people were truly invulnerable and possessed immense strength.

"You're still valuable. We won't kill you so easily. First, tell us your unit number and the location of your garrison," Carl said, reaching over and grabbing the officer's new finger. "If you get it wrong, we'll have to take another one."

***

[This is the information I obtained through torture. Please verify it.] Carl wiped the blood from her fingers. Behind her was the officer with his hands empty.

With his extraordinary human memory, Carl pointed out all the logical loopholes and confusions the officer had made, and every time he pointed out a point, a finger was crushed.

After repeating this twenty-eight times, the officer finally could not spit out anything useful, and Carl sent this information to Sun Yang.

[Wait a moment.] Across the screen, Sun Yang rested cross-legged in the wild. Behind him was Strider, moving his body in a strange posture.

Perhaps due to some theory of information entanglement, the history of World War II in the world Sun Yang arrived in was strikingly similar. While there were some differences in some details, the overall flow of the battles remained largely unchanged.

Whether it is the End of the Americas world, the Advanced Warfare world or the Fallout world, the documents and texts are very similar when it comes to the history of World War II. You can even find two identical troops doing the same thing and suffering the same defeat.

In fact, after confirming that the time point was 1944 and the Soviet-German battlefield, Sun Yang, the agent and Pascal began to order the humanoids to go to the known world to find some documents.

Although the process is rather cumbersome, after all, the worlds of The Last of Us and Fallout were severely damaged.

At the end of the United States, I went to the state library to look for information, which was rather incomplete.

The Fallout world does have followers of the Apocalypse preserving knowledge, but perhaps the author is a bit crazy, as the historical allusions are filled with extensive black farts and short black humor jokes. Sun Yang said... I'm used to it.

The most reliable one is Advanced Warfare World. You can find everything in the world by searching on the Internet. Modern society is really great.

After the humanoids compared the information they collected with the data obtained from Carl's torture, they soon got the results.

"Captain Carl, according to data analysis, the number of German troops in your world at this time and place far exceeds that of other worlds." Pascal typed the data on the screen.

"In other worlds' history, the number of German troops participating in the war in this land is around 74. However, after reviewing the numbers the officer mentioned, we estimate the German strength to be around 110 million. That's 36 more. We don't think this number is within the margin of error," Pascal explained.

"So many more main forces? It seems that there is something else about Nazi Germany in this world... Pascal, Commander, we also found some very strange letters here." Karl groped the officer's body and took out a crumpled piece of letter paper from his jacket pocket.

"We are running out of time. The Soviet offensive is expected to begin on January 14th. The final ritual tasks must be completed before then. Once the battle resumes, we will have accumulated sufficient offerings. The creatures dormant within Lake Ladoga will soon awaken, and our war will be won!"

The letter was unsigned and undated. Carl turned it over and over, unable to understand what it was about.

"Blood sacrifice? Mysterious ritual? RFB, MDR, G11 and others often play this style of shooting games. Commander, can you remember anything?" Carl looked at Sun Yang expectantly.

After all, having traveled to so many worlds before, Sun Yang inexplicably knew the truth about many worlds, and could even predict the future and do many things in advance.

Carl was eagerly awaiting some strange and mysterious advice from his commander. Ideally, he would be told where to quickly eliminate the enemy's key leader.

"Karl, there are probably close to a hundred games with a similar setting, right? I've seen several just fighting Nazi zombies. It's too much for me to identify them." Sun Yang really couldn't guess what a piece of paper was just by looking at it.

"What a pity. With so many more people, it's impossible to find the original layout. We can't find the base camp through historical documents and kill generals, marshals and the like. I also want to collect some medals from generals." Carl sighed softly.

Lake Ladoga is a large lake east of Leningrad, from which the Soviets transported as many supplies as possible to Leningrad. If some powerful creature were to awaken within the lake, the Soviets' seaborne supply routes would be severed, and the balance of power would shift towards the Germans. Perhaps this is what the Nazi Germans in this world were planning.

Sun Yang knew the purpose of such a ceremony with his knees. People would do anything to win.

"Then I must never let this happen, Commander. I want to thwart the Nazi German army's conspiracy." Karl said firmly.

"At this point in 1944, they were definitely helping the Soviet Union, no doubt about it. But why would the Nazi German army in this world be so foolish as to bet their victory on a strange ritual? Have you found any clues related to witchcraft or magical forces?" Sun Yang asked after pondering for a moment.

If a spellcaster appears, he should be assigned to the army to carry out a secret mission.

"We haven't found any relevant information yet. There is still too little information here." Carl looked back at the officer, who was already tortured by his crude craftsmanship.

"Then go find the next camp. You can monitor the radio signals of nearby camps and approach them one by one. We're still figuring out how to transport supplies. We'll send you reinforcements once the technology is mature." Sun Yang said helplessly.

"So our advance team may have to fight for a long time? Relying on the seven of us to defeat the entire Leningrad Army? The commander is really giving us a hard time." Karl scratched his chin in some trouble.

"I'd like to provide you with supplies, but your signal is still too weak. We tried to send a trial run of Iron Blood robots to support the battlefield, but the signal disappeared mid-flight." Sun Yang could only spread his hands.

"In that case, we may need to contact the Soviet army here... I have to hand over this secret as well." Karl asked Sun Yang.

"No problem. We don't need any strange summoning rituals or flesh-and-blood rituals as a means of combat. Just give it to us. The important thing is to preserve ourselves and prevent that monster from appearing... No, even if it does, we should try to defeat it. We may make contact with the Soviet army here in the future..." Sun Yang fell back into a state of worry and contemplation.

"Well, I prefer the Soviet Union of 1944 to the Soviet Union I have been staying in. At least there is no collapse fluid in this era, no completely corrupt Soviet high-level officials, and no Soviet army that will chase us." Carl said silently.

"I'll discuss with others how to assist this world's Soviet Union. But for now, Karl, let's finish the work at hand. That's all for later." Sun Yang didn't dwell on the matter. Instead of going on so much, it was better to focus on the matter at hand.

"I understand. MP40, STG44, are you ready?" Carl hung up Sun Yang's call and asked his teammates.

"We're ready, Captain. We've cleaned up the bodies, and we've got the ammunition and food." MP40 poked his head out of the door.

"Leave the food behind, we don't need it. There may be other people passing by here in the future, so just take the ammunition you can carry away. We don't need to bring too many supplies, just enough to destroy a camp." Carl conveyed the new order.

"Really? Captain Carl, you really don't want to eat? Although we do have enough energy..." MP40 complained with a big bag on his shoulder.

"The humans here need the food more than we do, and it's a waste of energy for you to bring so many things." Carl said with a glance.

"Okay, okay, Captain, you're right~" MP40 could only curl his lips and leave with the supply bag.

"Captain Carl! We've found a suitable vehicle!" Meanwhile, the heavy armored team sent in good news. They saw something metal in their viewport. It looked like an armored vehicle.

"Huh? What good news? You found an armored vehicle?" Carl left the command post and walked all the way to the courtyard where the vehicles were parked.

Deep in the courtyard, the heavily armored figures lifted a huge dark plastic sheet, revealing the vehicles hidden inside.

It was a majestic Tiger tank.

"Captain! It's a Tiger tank! It's a Tiger E tank! Let's drive it!" The heavy armored team circled around the Tiger tank, excitedly touching the gun barrel and tracks as if they were touching a piece of art.

"I never thought I'd see a real Tiger tank in my lifetime, and one that can actually be driven..."

Because of her own mental setting, Carl was more or less fond of the equipment of will, and when she saw the living Tiger tank in front of her, she couldn't help but get excited.

"But the Tiger, the Tiger tank consumes a lot of fuel... and has high requirements for roads..." Although Carl really likes this tank, how can the seven of them drive a tank to other bases?

"Captain, we can fill up this tank's fuel tank. That's enough fuel for us to reach the next camp! And don't worry about repairs. We found a complete set of repair manuals and tools from the tank soldiers here! We can just use the holographic machine to build whatever materials we need!"

The heavily armored humanoid stroked the heavy tracks of the Tiger tank and prayed to Carl.

"But it's running too slowly... In this weather we can run faster..." Karl tried to say something. She tried to find a reason to refuse, and at the same time, a reason to make herself refuse.

"But Captain, this tank can save us energy. And the front armor of the Tiger tank is very strong. The German positions will not be able to organize effective anti-tank firepower in the first time!" The heavy armored teams immediately retorted.

"But, well..." Carl's rationality told him that driving a Tiger tank alone could easily be blown to pieces by the Soviet Air Force, or have its tracks broken by infantry hidden somewhere. This is unwise, this is very unwise!

"Captain Carl, we want to drive the Tiger tank into the German position to fight! Please, Captain!" The humanoid of the heavy armored team fell at Carl's feet.

He was obviously very reluctant before, but he lost all his shamelessness when he saw the Tiger tank.

Driving a Tiger tank into a Nazi German camp and killing everyone? Carl's body began to tremble with excitement just thinking about that scene.

Ultimately, her personal aesthetics overwhelmed rationality. Not for any reason, but simply because beating up German troops in a Tiger tank was just too much fun.

"Let's do it! Let's set off in this Tiger tank! Repair the tank, fill it with supplies, and then we'll drive the Tiger tank to beat the Nazis!" Karl shouted, and the heavy armored teams around him immediately started working in full swing.

369 Tiger Tank! Attack!

After the heavy armored team filled the fuel tank and loaded the coaxial machine gun with bullets, they started the tank. After a low roar, the tank's engine woke up again.

The heavy Tiger tanks rumbled out of the abandoned camp. On the nearby battlefield, it seemed that other types of tanks could still be seen lying around, waiting to be recovered, although this camp could no longer recover tanks.

The heavy armored team had already installed the holographic machine in the area where the shells were stored, which made the space inside the tank more spacious. In line with the principle of not wasting anything, the humanoids stuffed a few MG42s inside as emergency firepower.

"So, why did you still put these machine guns in there?" STG44 asked the heavily armored humanoid in the cab, accompanied by the rumbling sound of the tank.

"Because the coaxial machine gun can't hit the infantry on all sides, we will have to stick our heads out and use this machine gun to shoot them down. We can't always rely on you guys to fight in coordination, right?" The heavily armored humanoid said righteously.

It seemed to make sense, but STG44 still swung his punch.

Boom!

"At least I'm helping you fight!" Carl punched the chattering humanoid on the head.

"Ah wow wow wow..." The heavy-armored humanoid made a series of strange noises and then shrank back.

"And why do you want me to stand here? I'm not the tank commander, am I?" STG44 opened the roof and looked towards the vast snowfield.

"Because we need the shared vision provided by the commander to drive the tank properly. Do you know how bad the vision is down here? I can't see anything at all." The heavy-armored humanoid said again.

"Are you calling me up just for such a small matter? You guys can take turns coming up!" STG44 lowered his head and glanced at the gunner who was slacking off.

"Damn it! Keep your eyes focused! I don't even know which way to drive!" The heavily armored figure in the driver's seat immediately put his eyes to the observation window.

"Come up and see for yourselves!" STG44 was already trying to climb out.

"Don't be ungrateful! Being the commander of a Tiger tank is an honor you only come across once in a million years! We all respect and adore you, allowing you to take the position! This is the highest honor!" The heavily armored humanoid seemed to have a sudden change of temperament after climbing onto the tank. After saying this, he reiterated, "There's no position more awesome than this!"

These guys are as cowardly as they can be when they are infantrymen, but when they are tank soldiers, they are particularly fond of foul talk and wild statements.

"It's because you guys always want to slack off. What does honor have to do with it... If you respect people, why don't you let Carl come here?" STG44 was also tired.

Carl sat under the turret, swinging her legs gently. She looked at the snowflakes drifting before her eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

"Please, STG44 commander, you have to know that it is much more boring to just sit there and look at the scenery than to drive a tank. Ah~ this roar and the feeling of being pushed on the back~" the heavily armored humanoid sighed.

"Hey, hey, hey, No. 1, you have five minutes left. Someone else will take over after five minutes." The heavy-armored humanoid in charge of loading the shells said.

"I know, I know. Don't rush me." The heavily armored figure in the driver's seat shrugged and continued to drive the tank towards the German camp.

Never mind, it's pretty good standing up here, at least the view is good. STG44 consoled himself and stared at the snowy plain in the distance again.

The atmosphere on the front lines grew increasingly tense, with Soviet and German reconnaissance planes and fighter planes occasionally flying overhead. It felt as if a storm was about to break out.

All signs indicate that a new round of battle is about to begin, but Carl and the others only know the exact time of the attack.