I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

Carl merged the nearby terrain maps and sent them to his teammates.

"There is not much room for detours in the camp, so we have to fight our way out. Heavy squad, you go out and delay those armored units leading the charge, and the rest of us will go into the battle formation of the German tanks and wipe them out. As for the air force, let the Soviet army find a way to support it!" Karl casually issued an impossible task.

"Captain Carl, you really think highly of us..." MP40 sighed helplessly.

"As long as we don't get hit, it'll be fine. Okay, heavy squad, crack the Soviet radio communications, and I'll go and explain everything to their leader." Karl ran to the modified Tiger tank that was unrecognizable and began to communicate with the Soviet army in the east.

371 One against a hundred, the advantage is mine!

The heavy-armored figure carefully painted huge red five-pointed stars on both sides of the car body. Then he looked at his work with satisfaction.

"It's so fucking beautiful!" The heavy armored team boasted to themselves.

To be honest, I feel a bit sorry for the Soviet Union's superb aesthetic taste, but considering that the heavy-duty humanoids sometimes have poor brains, I'll forgive them. Adding lace or something would be the death of them.

Inside the car seat, Karl was having a heated conversation. After a while, she yelled angrily.

"сука, блять! Иди к чёрту !твай матель!" (You bastard! Go to hell! Damn you!)

Carl cursed fluently in Russian and decisively hung up the phone. He then turned off the radio and took a deep breath.

"They don't believe in our identity..." Carl said.

"No one will believe our identities. It's like we sneaked into the front line where two armies were fighting, and then blew up two camps right under their noses. No one would believe it." MP40 said.

"Even if they don't believe you, there's no need to scold them, right? These Soviet soldiers haven't done anything wrong." STG44 checked his equipment. It wasn't much, really. Just a pistol, a laser rifle, and the eponymous assault rifle.

"Because as soon as I finished speaking they called me a Nazi spy and an SS bitch, and I felt bad if I didn't curse them."

"But I can understand their bad attitude. It would have been fine if it had happened earlier or later, but it had to happen at this critical juncture... Never mind. The message has been delivered, and we'll do what we have to do."

Carl got off the tank and sat on the side, while the heavily armored humanoids quickly climbed into the tank and started the steel behemoth.

"It's time to show these Soviet people from a hundred years ago how powerful the humanoids created by their descendants are!" Carl shouted, waving his fists vigorously.

"Charge!!!!" The heavily armored humanoid pushed the power to the limit, and the repaired Tiger tank rushed out of the camp and drove all the way to the west.

Under the sun, the bright red stars painted on the sides of the tank seemed to reflect the light. The heavy tracks kicked up large flakes of snow on the snow, burying the entire tank in the snowy mist. Only the red stars continued to shine.

Opposite it was an entire tank battalion, and the tank cluster on the west side rushed towards the camp in a mighty manner.

They had to reach the camp before the Soviets and re-establish their blocking positions, otherwise a terrible gap would appear in their defenses and the nearby defenders would be overwhelmed.

Their enemy, a damaged Tiger tank that had been barely repaired, and three strange women, were about to consider how to defeat them.

Above the lone Tiger tank, Soviet and German fighters were closing in. Large numbers of fighters and ground support aircraft had taken off, staring at each other from above the snowy landscape.

Fighter planes were already engaged in combat, and soon the hunted plane shook and crashed to the ground. Ten minutes later, the former hunter was also shot down.

Farther away, a low chorus of sound could be heard from the northeast of the humanoids. The Soviet artillery bombardment had begun. Round after round of salvos tore through the land and its invaders.

Carl even saw the neatly aligned artillery shells arcing through the icy air, the metal death falling on the German positions. Then another round of neatly aligned artillery shells was delivered.

The shells exploded above the German positions, throwing countless limbs, wood chips and broken weapons into the sky.

boom----

After a long while, a huge roar finally rang in the ears of the humanoids.

On this land near the North Sea, two giants clenched their fists and hit each other hard.

Millions of soldiers, thousands of armored units, and thousands of planes set the land on fire again.

The Battle of Leningrad-Novgorod began half a day earlier than in history.

"Maybe this battle will end faster than in history." Carl stared at the armored cluster rushing towards him and estimated the distance between the two sides.

The ranged tanks opened fire, but due to the distance, most of the shells hit insignificant areas. In contrast, the heavy armored teams fired round after round, each one accurately hitting the enemy and reducing the tanks to rubble.

"Two kilometers! Karl! I'm going to conduct mobile warfare! You must get off!" The commander stood outside the turret and shouted to the side facing the battlefield.

"Got it! Happy hunting!" Carl activated the thrusters behind him and jumped out of the tank.

"Happy hunting, Captain!" The commander smiled and then activated the range signal blocking system.

In an instant, the communication systems of all tanks on the battlefield failed collectively, and all call channels and all communication methods were filled with chaotic noise.

Tanks needed radios to coordinate and issue orders, as the narrow field of view inside the tanks made it impossible to see anything. Clear orders and instructions were essential for the tank battalion to move forward.

The German tank commanders immediately stuck their heads out and relied on their wide field of vision to communicate with each other and maintain their marching formation.

Then they saw the patched Tiger tank opposite, and the commander on it grabbed the machine gun at hand and fired at the commanders of these tanks.

"Damn it!" Some tank commanders quickly dove to the ground. Others didn't react quickly enough and were killed, their bodies sprawled on the turret, unable to move.

Some German tanks broke away from the formation and sped towards the Tiger tank. Only by getting close enough could they be sure of penetrating the renegade Tiger tank in front of them. Some German tank commanders ordered supporting artillery fire and began firing at the Tiger tank from a distance.

Dozens of shells were fired, but due to the distance, only a few of them hit the Red Star Tiger tank head-on. Seeing this, the tactical figures had already retreated behind the tanks; they couldn't patch themselves up after taking two shells.

The heavy-armored humanoid still maintained its abnormal reloading speed and accuracy, destroying a German tank every few seconds, while the German army could only scratch the Tiger tank's hardest front armor.

Even if there was a patch on the front, it was made with technology a hundred years later. These tanks wouldn't be able to penetrate it easily. That place is not a weak point. At most, it is slightly weaker than before.

"Let's go!" When they were close enough, the three humanoids skillfully activated their assault backpacks and rushed towards the German tanks. Their advancing speed was faster than those light tanks and they were more flexible.

"Be careful! I see three Soviets rushing towards us! Shoot them down!" The German tanks immediately activated the machine guns on the vehicles and swept at the human figures.

Ding, ding, ding, dang, dang! Some of the machine gun bullets swept across the human figure, and the power suit deflected them.

The humanoids, with their extraordinary mobility and protective capabilities, quickly approached the advancing tanks. Some tanks quickly switched to infantry-reducing grenades and fired at the humanoids.

Yet, even after being struck by a grenade explosion at close range, the humanoids maintained sufficient combat capability. This was the confidence their Saturn alloy power suits gave them. Their resilience was absolutely reliable.

The three of them split into three routes. The German armored vehicles tried to avoid the approach of the humanoids, but their mobility was no match for the humanoids.

Carl held the plasma pistol in her hand, and relying on the thrusters behind her, she approached the leading tank and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

The scorching green jet immediately melted the tracks on both sides and the warm gun barrel. The tank could not move after a few steps, and its main gun was melted and could not fire the shells normally.

With their legs broken and their combat capabilities destroyed, these tanks were unable to perform any combat for a while. The soldiers inside the tanks grabbed their weapons and climbed out, trying to fight the humanoids.

But by the time they emerged, the humanoids had already moved on to the next tank. As more and more tanks lay dormant, the heavily armored humanoids, who had been engaging in mobile warfare with the enemy's armored tanks, immediately turned their guns and aimed at these living targets.

Boom! One after another, medium and light tanks were targeted, but this patched Tiger tank didn't take the German tanks on the opposite side seriously at all.

The other German tanks tried to get close to the strange Tiger, hoping to penetrate it at close range. However, the firepower and armor of heavy tanks and medium tanks were vastly different. Within a kilometer, the German tank commander would be suppressed by the humanoid machine gun, and even the observation window would be hit by the humanoid tank commander's machine gun.

Sometimes, if the distance between the two sides is too close, the humanoid tank commander will quickly take out the plasma pistol and repeatedly pull the trigger at the opposite tank, destroying all tanks that are too close.

The fighters and ground support aircraft above this armored unit could no longer sit still. More German aircraft were deployed to the battlefield, and naturally, the Soviet pilots also saw the tanks fighting bravely below and the humanoids whose legs were broken by the tanks.

"Oh my God, what am I seeing? A Red Star Tiger tank is beating up an entire German tank battalion?" The Soviet ground support aircraft exclaimed in disbelief after seeing the battle situation on the ground.

"Belikov! We have to help! Drive away the planes overhead! If that tank is hit by the German planes, we will be the laughing stock of our lives!" The pilot shouted to his friendly forces with excitement, and soon the news was passed on to the Air Force Command.

Although this outrageous news was truly shocking, the Soviet command would not let the opportunity slip away. They immediately issued new orders. Within a few minutes, a new batch of planes took off from the airport to support this battlefield.

372 Rest before continuing

A few hours later, the first day of the battle was temporarily over. The German front was forced to retreat several kilometers, but its jagged second line of defense successfully curbed the Soviet advance.

With the help of the Soviet Air Force, the humanoids almost wiped out the German tank battalion. The wreckage of nearly a hundred medium and light tanks was parked on the snow on the west side of the camp, like tombstones.

At the end of the battle, follow-up Soviet armored forces finally arrived. They assisted the humanoid team in chasing the retreating German tanks, and then surrounded the Tiger tank painted with a red star and returned to the camp.

After occupying the original camp, the Soviet army did not rush to expand the front line, but instead held the stronghold. They needed to wait for the subsequent reinforcements to join before launching another offensive mission.

After the humanoids returned to the camp, the armored troops stationed there immediately warmly welcomed these strange and beautiful girls. Several of the soldiers walked up to the humanoids with worried faces and apologized to Carl.

"How can you please girls like this? You should take out the wine at this time!" Carl didn't intend to make things too difficult for these tank soldiers. Although their actions were rude, they were not wrong.

Here's to some 1944 wine, after the war you need a few to keep you going.

The tank soldiers immediately cheered, and even the political commissar or captain next to them were too embarrassed to say anything.

After all, these people are real elites who showed up to repel the enemy. No matter what, they are the benefactors of their army.

Several bottles of vodka that the tank soldiers treasured were taken out and thrown to Carl and several heavy armored personnel, but only Carl and his men took several sips to satisfy their cravings. The heavy armored team didn't want to drink at all, but just pestered the logistics personnel of the armored unit.

"Boss! Boss! Please fix our Tiger tank!" The heavily armored humanoid shamelessly lay on the ground again begging for help, although this time it was a Soviet logistics officer from another world.

"Your tank can only be sent to the Nazi repair shop. What makes you think we can repair the Tiger?"

The logistics officer felt uneasy as he watched the heavily armored figures crawling in the snow. He felt that the mental state of these tank soldiers seemed a little off.

"Isn't there a magician who can fix the tank with just a wave of his fingers?" the heavy armored team said pitifully.

"Ah? Where did you come from? How old are you and still think fairy tales are true? Did you weld this steel plate by yourselves?" The logistics officer pointed at the patches on the Tiger tank.

"That's what happened." The heavily armored humanoids nodded.

"Just one shell will turn you all into minced meat. Do you really have to drive a Tiger?" The logistics officer knocked on the steel plate.

The heavy-armored figures nodded vigorously.

"Once our commander verifies your identity, with your combat record and strength, you can drive our IS-2 tanks, which are no worse than the Nazis' Tiger tanks." said the logistics officer.

"We just want to drive Tiger tanks to fight the Germans." The heavily armored humanoid's eyes lit up.

"Hey! I don't know where you got this Tiger tank from. But at this intensity of combat, this tank will be unable to move in less than a month." The logistics officer shrugged, indicating that he was unable to help.

"Wait, you just said identity verification? What do you want to verify?" The heavy-armored figure suddenly noticed a strange word. Did identity verification even exist on the Soviet-German battlefield? Couldn't this be a mysterious ally that suddenly appeared?

"It's just a formality. We occasionally encounter friendly forces that appear out of nowhere, and they themselves can't clearly explain their identities. You look... I really can't tell where you are from. Your teammates look quite like Germans." The logistics officer looked at these blond, gray, black, and white-haired figures.

It's not easy for a team to come up with so many hair colors.

"I think we are Soviet, or at least made by the Soviets." The heavy armored team said firmly.

"Puff! Ahem! You talk like you're machines," the logistics officer spat out some beer, wiped his mouth quickly, and licked his fingers. "Although I don't understand how you run so fast or where you got the weapons in your hands, but you destroyed a hundred German tanks. That alone is enough to make you trustworthy."

***

Elsewhere, after putting down his bottle, Karl looked at the Soviet armored battalion commander, who was on the phone with his superiors. After a moment, he sighed and put the phone down.

"As much as I want to celebrate with you, we have more important things to do. Has your superior replied?" Carl patted his skirt to shake off the dust.

"The information you provided here is very useful. At least it is much more accurate and reliable than what many spies obtained. But... the sacrificial ceremony? Did you really come to this battlefield for this illusory goal?" The battalion commander still looked unconvinced.

"There won't be anyone taking over the ghost story, right? Do the German soldiers here have the time to do that? I'm sure someone is performing a ritual." Carl said seriously.

"Actually, there are quite a lot of boring guys like this... You have too little experience. Many people write fairy tales for their children at home... Damn, you damn Nazis, why do you still have children?" The battalion commander muttered a few words after reading the letter.

...I feel like what he said makes sense. Is it because I've seen the Commander's messy affairs so often that I subconsciously believe there must be something fishy going on in this world? Humans just do incomprehensible things in strange circumstances, right?

Carl was also a little undecided.

"Anyway, what the command means is that you can follow us. I will provide you with supplies and, of course, assign you tasks. As for this sacrificial ceremony... I heard that the Nazis will use strange spells to make our troops lost in swamps and forests, or cause large-scale diseases or something. It sounds quite scary." The battalion commander touched his chin.

"So this blood sacrifice might be real?" Carl perked up.

"That might be true, but I'm just a tank battalion commander. How would I know so much? We might even have a whole secret magician squad following us," the tank battalion commander said, glancing at Ka'er subtly. "I've considered whether you're a secret unit from Moscow, but the fact that you don't have the right slogans and you seem clueless doesn't seem to be a good idea."

"Ahahaha..." MP40 and STG44, who found it difficult to justify their identities, just laughed it off.

"Do you really have no news at all? Large-scale population disappearances or something like that..." Carl asked.

"There are massive deaths and disappearances in Leningrad every minute. If your goal is to liberate Leningrad, then we should conserve our strength and try to capture Novgorod as soon as possible." The tank battalion commander said indifferently.

"It seems I still have to rely on myself..." Carl sighed.

"Miss Karl, we still have to drive the Nazis further west tomorrow. We don't have the time to waste manpower and time for an illusory goal. Besides, if there is any ceremony, it will require a large amount of material transportation. In this place, only the railways in big cities can afford the transportation work." The battalion commander said seriously.

"You're right." Carl sat back down.

Not surprisingly. Frankly, Carl was also considering whether to continue investigating this sacrificial incident. If he didn't continue the investigation here, it would be more appropriate to follow this group and continue westward.

"So have we opened up the transportation line to Leningrad?" Karl suddenly asked.

"Hmm? Opening up the transportation lines is one of the goals of this operation. From here, heading north is Leningrad. To the west is Novgorod. The friendly forces in Leningrad have been trapped for a long time, and our mission is to attack Novgorod and break the German encirclement."

The battalion commander did not hide anything, and everyone could see that their attack direction was Novgorod.

By this point in history, the Soviets should have already opened up their transportation lines, right? Damn, I still have so little information about the past.

Carl always felt like he was missing something. The German army in this world didn't have anything fancy, but it did have a lot more troops than those in other world lines.

Beep, beep, beep! The tank battalion commander suddenly received a communication message. He quickly stopped chatting and ran to the communication vehicle to answer the call.

The battalion commander's expression gradually became serious.

"What happened?" Carl asked with concern.

"Our brother troops in the north were counterattacked by the German army, and they need our support. Call everyone over! We are ready to set off! Karl! If you want to accept orders, get ready to set off now! We need your Red Star Tiger tank!" The battalion commander drank the water in his hand and shouted to the soldiers who were resting around him.