Nine Hundred and Forty-Four Thoughts
readx(); "Comrade General! The news just came that the famous hero of our army, Second Lieutenant Vasily, the sniper ace, was killed in the factory area. ≥≌" A staff officer walked into Rokosov without knocking on the door Sky's office, this basement is now extremely dark, and the outlines of people and objects can only be vaguely recognized by the kerosene lamp on the table.
In the darkness, Rokossovsky put away something unknown and put it in an iron box in front of him. Without trying to hide anything, he stood up and walked to a brighter place, and smiled embarrassedly at his assistant: "Some of the medals I got in Moscow...maybe they are nothing to me now Useful."
Then he put the iron box on a low table beside him, and walked towards his staff officer: "That Vasily who killed many Germans... was killed? He is already dead? Such an excellent soldier... ...how could he die like this..."
"Yes, Comrade General, now that we are surrounded, at least we should think of a way. Going on like this is no way." The staff officer said with a worried face. The kerosene lamp trembled as he spoke, and the flickering light made his face look no better than a spooky one.
After all, the mental state of people who survived in this state is not much better at all. Hiding in the dark air defense tunnel under the city, I can only see the short sunshine every day, and then nest in that dark and hopeless environment, I don't know when it will end.
The feeling of longing for everything to end as soon as possible, but knowing that the end of everything is death, made everyone in this command slightly decadent. At least in the past few days, even Rokossovsky, who has always been full of confidence, has begun to become a little distraught.
"If, if you have any way to leave here, I approve it." Looking at his staff, Rokossovsky lost his tough side. He once executed more than a dozen senior generals on the grounds of fleeing, and now As his final moments were approaching, this cold-blooded Soviet senior commander showed his soft side.
He walked up to his staff officer, stretched out his hand, seemed to hesitate, and finally patted him on the shoulder twice: "I am ready to give my life for my motherland... but you Or you, you are still young, you shouldn't die here with a sinner like me."
"Comrade General! This is Stalingrad! This is the city for which we have to give our lives! Hundreds of thousands of our young soldiers died here, and if we commanders leave at the last moment, what face do we have? Go back to your own motherland again?" The staff officer lowered his eyes and replied with a slightly sour tone.
Yes, I ordered tens of thousands of young soldiers to soak the whole of Stalingrad with blood-every stone crevice here is red soil, and every square here is full of rotting corpses , every building here is covered with mottled bullet holes, and every crater here seems to be an abyss that sucks in countless souls.
He ordered the troops to attack repeatedly ruthlessly, he ordered the troops not to give up an inch of ground, he used his life to fill the big holes dug by the German army one after another, and he used the lives of his men to support himself to keep his promise of Stalingrad.
It's a pity that when everything was gone, he found himself a flying insect struggling on a spider's web. It seemed that he could break free with just a little struggle, but in the end the silk threads on his body became tighter and tighter. Keeping the spell of Stalingrad has become an unattainable strategic goal. From the time when Zhukov's southward journey was delayed, Rokossovsky had a premonition that he would leave the stage here and become a "historical" figure.
The elite infantry and armor of his elite 2nd Guards Front had been exhausted in the streets of Stalingrad. When these troops suffered heavy losses and were finally unable to squeeze their fists into a counterattack force, Rokossovsky realized that the brutal Stalingrad street battles not only consumed precious German troops, but were also more bloody. Consuming the mobilization capacity that was left in the Soviet Union.
The mobilization capacity of the Soviet Union was three times greater than that of Germany, which is roughly judged by the population - the population of the Soviet Union was about three times that of Germany, but this multiple shrunk as the Germans mobilized areas such as Ukraine, shrinking to insignificant Less than twice.
And even such an advantage that has been weakened has almost been lost under the circumstances of large-scale losses on the Soviet front. The troops mobilized by the entire Soviet Union are in fact almost the same as the total number of troops that the German army can mobilize-it feels like a collapse when you think about it.
"Let the captain of the guard come in!" Rokossovsky found his palms trembling, because his final moment was approaching. This captain of the guard was appointed to him by Stalin. It can be said that he is a very conscientious man, but Rokossovsky knew that this captain of the guard was probably sent by Stalin to supervise him to fulfill the task of living and dying with Stalingrad. Promise man.
"Comrade General!" The captain of the guard stood at attention respectfully as soon as he entered the door, and saluted a very formal military salute. Rokossovsky smiled awkwardly. He didn't know if the other party could see his expression, but he still made this expression.
"Comrade Chief of Staff, you can go out now. Announce my order with all the people in the headquarters. I announce that you can break through or surrender now. Any decision is approved by me." Rokossovsky motioned to his staff The boss can leave, and when the other party was about to leave the room, he repeated the order he had just repeated.
"Sir..." The chief of staff glanced at the back of the captain of the guard who walked into the room, as if he wanted to say something more. But Rokossovsky waved his hand and interrupted him. So the chief of staff had to stand at attention and salute, then turned around and retreated.
The atmosphere in the room was a bit weird for a while, and Rokossovsky spoke first: "In this situation, there is no difference between having me and not having me. Stalingrad will still be occupied by the Germans after all. I have already tried my best - no one can change the ending now, so I asked you to come here, and I want to thank you for taking care of me for so long."
"If Comrade Zhukov's troops go south, is it possible to retake Stalingrad?" The captain of the guard opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice. The power here has been cut off for many days, and water has become a scarce resource in recent days, so everyone's voices are a little hoarse, and there is a lingering sound of despair in their speech.
"If I were him, I would go back to Moscow, at least then he would die decently at the end." Rokossovsky sneered, and then continued: "From the hesitation of Stalin and Zhukov I wasted the opportunity to go south, and I have been waiting for this day. I have spent countless lives here, hoping to change something at the last moment—but it was too late, and everything was over."
"Boom!" The huge explosion made people frown involuntarily, and the shelling of the German army began again. The crazy cheers of the German grenadiers seemed to be heard in the distance. A few minutes ago, another commander in the encirclement had sent a telegram, and the German army was only tens of meters away from that headquarters.
In this case, the fool also knows that the other encirclement is over, and Rokossovsky knows that his encirclement will not last long. The Germans were cutting off his retreat along the banks of the Volga. It would only take a day at most before his headquarters would be occupied by the Germans. Every defensive position can only fight on its own.
"If you act quickly, you will at least have a chance to break out of the siege. The Germans' attack on the river beach is not fast. If you hurry up and want to return to Stalin, there will still be a chance." Rokosov said. Ski got himself a glass of vodka and unscrewed the button on his collar with his hands.
He really wants to have a good drink, because after all, he is also a Russian who likes to drink. Listening to the rumble of cannons in the distance, listening to the dust falling from the roof of the basement hitting the map paper, Rokossovsky drank the vodka in his hand, and poured himself another glass greedily. .
"Shoot, or I'll drink up this bottle of good wine." The doomed general looked at the captain of the guard in front of him, and persuaded him very understandingly: "You go with half a bottle of wine. There will be good drinks to accompany you. Remember to drink more, probably in Moscow, or in Chelyabinsk... In short, you will die, and we will see you again at that time."
"I think...if I find myself a new master, then at least I can live for a long time..." The captain of the guard took out his pistol while speaking. He opened the safety and loaded the bullet, then said with a smile: "If I hand you over to Akado, maybe I can become a major in the Third Reich."
"You! This is the Stalingrad Supreme Command... You can't get me out. There are many Red Army commanders and guards outside. They can't watch you take me away from here, and..." Rocco Sovsky was contemplating his own death, so he didn't come back to his senses for a while. He thought that the time for his death had come, but now there were people who thought more than him.
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