My Third Empire

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There was a loud bang, and a building with only one wall finally collapsed in tremor. The dust flew all over the ground with the collapsed wall, and finally slowed down with the air waves, indifferent to the surrounding air in.

After a cannon was erected in the ruins not far away, the Soviet 122mm caliber howitzer had just fired two shells, and a huge camouflage net was pulled over its head, which was used to conceal the German aircraft. . The camouflage net was covered with raised dust. From the sky, it was just a ruin.

"Ammunition? Isn't it?" A Soviet artillery looked back to the loader who was rummaging through a pile of empty ammunition boxes in the distance. These days they have been fiercely shelling with the German artillery, but the once powerful Soviet artillery has gradually fallen.

"We don't have any shells anymore. The truck that went to the division to pick up ammunition hasn't returned yet, and we don't know what happened." The loader reluctantly dropped an empty ammunition box in his hand and replied.

Mentioning the two soldiers who left in a car, there were unnatural expressions on their faces. Just a few hours ago, the ammunition here was almost exhausted, so the commander of this cannon arranged two soldiers to get ammunition, but the result has not yet returned.

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The entire Stalingrad has become a ruin, and there is no longer any so-called safe place on this ruin-even if it is, it is also on the side of the German occupation area. So it disappeared for a few hours in a chaotic place, which means that these two people are now more fierce.

The latest news is that on a street a few hundred meters away, German soldiers have begun to appear, so these days they dare not run in the direction of the Germans. As artillery, their losses are not great. Of course the two A soldier who did not return to the team is not counted.

Compared to the Soviet infantry on the front line, the Soviet artillery here is already very lucky, at least they still have a chance to live, and those infantry can only struggle in the blood of the dead mountains.

Just two blocks away, on a small square, the dead bodies of Soviet soldiers had made the entire square almost invisible from the ground. This place used to be the place where the Soviet Union concentrated on disposing of dead bodies and wounded people. After the German army hit this place, it became a battlefield for soldiers of the two armies to compete with each other.

So there was no one to deal with the piles of corpses. The soldiers in the field hospital were all dead. There were many guns used by Soviet troops scattered on the ground. Some corpses even pinched the rifles used when they committed suicide.

If there is a true eschatology in the world, this is the eschatology; if there is a **** in the world, this is the hell. Although the weather is cold, weird odors can still be smelled here, so this little square has another name called Stinky Street.

"Ula!" With a scream, hundreds of Soviet soldiers braved the German guns and launched a charge towards the opposite side. They carried a rifle and shouted slogans and took a step on the body, and the Germans on the other side calmly Hit the bullets in the chests of these recruits.

One Soviet soldier after another fell on the body and was walked over by the soldiers who were following him. In the end, the attack was over, and the hundreds of Soviet soldiers responsible for the attack, most of the tragedy remained on this famous smelly street. Their bodies will decay little by little with the temperature, and eventually become odorous, polluting the noses of all living people here.

This is Stalingrad, a place where the Soviet Union has to defend to death, so countless Soviet soldiers rushed here, facing the machine guns and artillery of the German troops, and defending their motherland with their own flesh and blood. A group of people came, then died here, more people made up, and continued to fight here until they died likewise-yes, here is Stalingrad.

Although the weather has turned warm, Stalingrad is still cold and abnormal. The water supply and electricity supply have basically collapsed. The only thing left here is fighting, non-stop fighting and killing, so that I can humble in the ruins. Continue to live and fight.

Soviet soldiers have filled a total of 270,000 soldiers in Stalingrad. These soldiers were sent by one division after another, and then thrown into the complex battlefield. In most cases, they will be exhausted the next day. Most of the troops do not need any logistical supplements at all. They do not need food or even ammunition. They just died on the battlefield and used their own death to force the Germans to stop and wait for replenishment.

If before the start of the Soviet-German War, this city on the Volga was a city of hope representing new life, then it is now a region of death symbolizing destruction. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers from both sides roamed the city, leaving the city still cold in the night of April.

A car parked so abruptly next to the Soviet artillery position. An officer and a soldier came down from the car. They looked around and then said a bad news: "We are nearby The infantry found a car destroyed by the road while patrolling just now. "

The officer said while handing some documents and military badges to the artillery officer: "You can check to see if it is a soldier belonging to your army."

Unexpectedly, the relics of the dead belonged to the two people they sent to pick up the shells. So the commander of the cannon nodded, put away the relics and said, "It's my men, it seems they died in your place."

"I don't know if this meets the order you received. If I were you, it would be better to move this artillery back 200 meters. The nearest forward position of the Germans is only more than 120 meters away from here, maybe just a charge , They can hit here. "The infantry officer lit a cigarette and squinted.

120 meters? This distance is indeed very unsafe, but as the commander of this artillery, he did not receive the retreat order issued by his superiors, so the Soviet artillery commander did not know how to do it for a while, only Can not speak in silence.

It is not unusual to receive a command to retreat at this time. The chaotic communication system has long collapsed, and the division or a certain command headquarters was not killed once or twice by the German special forces. If any order is waiting for the superior troops to issue, then the Soviets have already lost Stalingrad.

"Understood, I'll retreat ..." As he said, he looked at the car from the infantry officer.

"Forget it, don't hit my car's idea ... Push it yourself." The infantry officer lost his cigarette **** and got into the car with his guard. On a rubble road, the car blinked. Disappeared.

The rest of the people began to gather up the 122 mm caliber cannon. After all, this was their fighting weapon and a talisman that they didn't have to go to the front. Everyone was cautious, for fear of what happened to this cannon, because according to the practice of Stalingrad street fighting, if the artillery was damaged, then the artillery would go to the front to serve as infantry.

A few kilometers away, it is the core part of the Soviet Stalingrad garrison. There are hidden field hospitals everywhere, as well as artillery positions disguised as ruins. Many soldiers who have just arrived in Stalingrad collect their guns and ammunition here, and then walk to the terrible front.

"I'm sorry, I have to leave here." In the dark basement, an officer with a huge scar on his face snorted to Rokosovsky, "Since the G Army is no longer here, so is this No need for me. "

"Of course I need you here, Captain Wolf." Rokosovsky stared at the ace of tank battle that Stalin had kindly received: "You know that from the beginning of the war to the present, there has not been a living People leave Stalingrad, and I do n’t want you to be the exception. "

"I only have one task, to eliminate the guy named Ren. He is not here, I can feel it." Wolfe sneered and ignored Rokosovsky's threatening tone, and answered directly: "So I came to find the documents you need to leave here, and I will leave tonight."

Rokosovsky snapped the table and furiously said: "You are running away! I urge you to put your troops on the battlefield. As a result, you always use the name of Ren to smack me. This is a revolution. Betrayal! This is disloyal to the motherland! If you dare to go, I will dare to shoot you! "

"Humph." Wolf smiled twice, then looked at Rokosovsky: "You dare not, because if I were killed by you, it would prove that you are disloyal to the great Comrade Stalin. ... because, I graduated from the Wolf Knight School, Stalin knew that we would never betray him in our lives. Since I did not betrayal, then only you betrayed. "

"You ...!" Rokosovsky could not help but cold-talk this guy, but did not help the guy who worked hard to shoot him out. But in the end he gritted his teeth and gave up the idea, staring at Wolfe and asking, "Where are you going? I will give you a pass."

"Kursk." Wolff replied: "I don't want to take away my weapons and equipment. I will leave here by boat tonight. Thank you for understanding me ... after all, we are all playing for the great Comrade Stalin."

Rokosovsky raised the pen and severely wrote on the paper a document approving Wolfe to leave Stalingrad.