Nine Hundred and Thirteen to Leave

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With a loud bang, a building with only one wall left finally collapsed tremblingly. The dust flew everywhere with the collapsed wall, and finally slowed down with the air waves, indifferent to the surrounding air. inside. (Baidu search website updates the fastest and most stable)

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

"Where is the ammunition? Is it gone?" A Soviet artilleryman looked back at the loader who was rummaging through a pile of empty ammunition boxes in the distance. They have been fighting fiercely with the German artillery these days, but the Soviet artillery, which was once powerful, has gradually fallen behind.

"We have no more shells, and the truck that went to the division headquarters to get the ammunition hasn't come back yet, and I don't know what happened." The loader reluctantly threw away an empty ammunition box in his hand, and replied.

Mentioning the two soldiers who drove away in a car, everyone had unnatural expressions on their faces. Just a few hours ago, the ammunition here was about to run out, so the commander of this cannon arranged for two soldiers to fetch ammunition, but they have not returned yet.

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The whole of Stalingrad has become a ruin, and there is no so-called safe place on this ruin—even if there is, it is on the side of the German-occupied area. So disappearing for a few hours in a chaotic place means that the two people are now considered to be more or less ominous.

The latest news is that German soldiers have begun to appear on a street a few hundred meters away from here, so they dare not walk in the direction of German soldiers these days. As artillerymen, their losses are not great. A soldier who did not return to the regiment does not count.

Compared with the Soviet infantry on the front line, the Soviet artillery here is already very lucky, at least they still have a chance to survive, while those infantry can only struggle in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Just two blocks away, in a small square, the corpses of Soviet soldiers had piled up so that the original ground could hardly be seen in the entire square. It used to be the place where the Soviets concentrated on disposing of corpses and wounded. After the German army arrived here, it became a battlefield where soldiers from the two armies competed with each other.

As a result, there was no one to deal with the piles of corpses. The soldiers in the field hospital had all died, and there were still many guns used by the Soviet troops scattered on the ground. Some corpses even held the rifles they used when they committed suicide.

If there is a real doomsday in the world, this is the doomsday; if there is really a hell in the world,

This is hell. Although the weather is cold, you can still smell some weird smells here, so this small square has another name, called Smell Street.

"Hurrah!" With a shout, hundreds of Soviet soldiers charged towards the opposite side despite the barrage of German guns and bullets. They held rifles and chanted slogans as they staggered on the corpse, while the German army on the opposite side calmly Hit the bullets in the chests of these recruits.

One after another Soviet soldiers fell on top of the corpses and were trampled by soldiers following behind. In the end, the attack ended anticlimactically, and more than half of the hundreds of Soviet soldiers responsible for the attack were tragically left on this famous smelly street. Their corpses will rot little by little with the temperature, and eventually turn into a stench, polluting the noses of all living people here.

This is Stalingrad, the place where the Soviet Union desperately defended, so countless Soviet soldiers rushed here one after another, facing the machine guns and cannons of the German troops, using their flesh and blood to defend their motherland. A group of people came and died here, and more people made up and continued to fight here until they also died—yes, this is Stalingrad.

Although the weather has gotten warmer, Stalingrad is still abnormally cold, and the water supply and electricity supply have basically collapsed. All that remains here is fighting, fighting and killing, for myself to be able to humble myself in the ruins. Continue to live and fight.

Soviet soldiers have filled Stalingrad with a full 270,000 soldiers. These soldiers are sent by division by division, and then thrown into the complex battlefield. In most cases, they will be exhausted the next day. Most of the troops did not need any logistical supplements, food or even ammunition. They just died on the battlefield, using their own deaths to force the Germans to stop and wait for supplements.

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

A car stopped so abruptly beside the Soviet artillery position. An officer and a soldier got out of the car. They looked around and said some bad news: "We are nearby. The infantrymen found a car destroyed on the side of the road when they were patrolling just now."

As the officer said, he handed some documents and military tags to the artillery officer: "You can take a look and see if they belong to your troops."

As everyone expected, the relics of the dead did belong to the two people they sent out to fetch the shells. So the commander of the cannon nodded, put away the relics and said, "It's my subordinates. It seems that they were killed by you."

"I don't know if this is in line with the order you received. If I were you, it would be best to move this cannon back another 200 meters now. The nearest forward position of the German army is only more than 120 meters away from here, maybe it only takes one charge , they can hit here." The infantry officer lit a cigarette, then squinted his eyes.

120 meters? This distance is indeed very unsafe, but as the commander of this cannon, he did not receive an order to retreat from his superiors, so for a while, the Soviet artillery commander didn't know what to do. Can keep silent.

It is very common not to receive an order to retreat at such a time. The chaotic communication system has already collapsed, and it is not once or twice that a division or a certain command is killed by the German special forces. If all orders were waiting for the superior troops to issue, then the Soviet army would have lost Stalingrad long ago.

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

"Forget it, don't think about my car... Push it yourself." The infantry officer threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and got into the car with his guards. It just disappeared.

The rest of the people began to gather up the erected 122mm caliber cannon. After all, this was their fighting weapon, and it was also a talisman for them not to go to the front line. Everyone was careful, for fear that something might happen to the cannon, because according to the practice of street fighting in Stalingrad, if the cannon was damaged, the artillery would go to the front line to serve as infantry.

A few kilometers away is the core part of the Stalingrad garrison in the Soviet Union. It is full of hidden field hospitals and artillery positions disguised as ruins. Many soldiers who had just arrived in Stalingrad received their guns and ammunition here, and then went to the terrible front line.

"I'm sorry, I have to leave here." In the dark basement, an officer with a huge scar on his face said to Rokossovsky in a low voice: "Since the G Group Army is no longer here, so here is I'm not needed anymore."

"Of course we need you here, Captain Wolf." Rokossovsky stared unceremoniously at the ace of tank warfare who had been received cordially by Stalin: "You know that from the beginning of the war until now, there has not been a living People leave from Stalingrad, and I don't want you to be an exception."

"I only have one mission, which is to eliminate that guy named Ren. He's not here anymore, I can feel it." Wolfe sneered and then ignored Rokossovsky's threatening tone, and replied straightforwardly: "So I've come to find your papers for leaving here, and I'm leaving tonight."

Rokossovsky slapped the table and said angrily: "You are running away! I urged your troops to go to the battlefield, but you always use the bad name of Ryan to prevaricate me. This is against the revolution. Betrayal! This is disloyalty to the motherland! If you dare to leave, I will shoot you!"

"Hmph." Wolf laughed twice, then looked at Rokossovsky: "You dare not, because if you kill me, it will prove that you are not loyal 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 betray, then only you will betray."

"You...!" Rokossovsky wished he could drag out this guy who spoke coldly but didn't help much with work and shot him. But in the end he gritted his teeth and gave up the idea, staring at Wolfe and asking, "Where are you going? I'll give you a pass."

"Kursk." Wolf replied: "I don't take away the weapons and equipment. I can leave here by boat tonight. Thank you for understanding me... After all, we are all serving the great Comrade Stalin."

Rokossovsky picked up the pen and scribbled on the paper a document approving Wolff to leave Stalingrad.