Nine Hundred and Forty-Five Prisoners Are Not Allowed to Speak

"Tudu! Chutchu!" "Boom!" Suddenly, there were messy gunshots in the corridor, some of which sounded like German assault rifles, and some sounded like the sound of Bobosha submachine guns. In short, there were shooting sounds everywhere. Time makes the whole basement lively.

Only a few tens of seconds later, the gunfire gradually stopped. It seemed that the noise just now had never happened before, and a strange smile appeared on the face of the captain of the guard: "Look! , don’t worry about too many problems, now those who get in the way have been removed, and you are my new life-saving talisman.”

A guard with a Bobosha submachine gun walked in, and then stood at attention to the captain of the guard: "Sir, the entire headquarters is under our control, and all stubborn personnel have been cleared."

"Well done, take our Comrade Commander Rokossovsky and see the sunshine outside. After all, he has been sitting here long enough to seem to have forgotten that some things cannot be changed. The third The Empire has won, and this is a new issue we need to consider now." The captain of the guard shook his pistol twice, signaling Rokossovsky to leave first.

The general, who had worked under Timoshenko and eventually became one of Zhukov's most powerful commanders, walked out of the office he hadn't left for three days with heavy steps. Behind him, instead of guards protecting him, were two traitors holding him at gunpoint.

There was a Soviet soldier standing outside the office door, and this soldier was also carrying a submachine gun, and at the feet of the soldier carrying the submachine gun, lay two female secretaries with blond hair. Blood was still flowing from the chests of the two corpses, and the two civilian female sergeants who were in charge of handling the documents lay quietly on the floor without making a sound.

Rokossovsky continued to walk forward, and the corpse at his feet turned into a young guard who had been faithfully following him. This guard was Rokossovsky's cousin and nephew, originally a climber The relatives wanted to share a bowl of food, but now they are dying here.

After walking out of the outer room, the number of corpses suddenly increased. After all, there were more guards and soldiers placed here, so when the initial mutiny happened, the people here instinctively resisted resolutely. Dozens of soldiers died leaning against the wall, or lying in the middle of the corridor. Some were rebels with submachine guns, and some were officers and civilians holding pistols.

"You can use better means to control this place..." Rokossovsky walked to the wall, squatted down, and reached out to caress the staff officer who had just walked out of his office. This person worked with him for a year, and the two had a strong friendship.

The staff officer held a small and exquisite pistol, and looked at Rokossovsky with blank eyes. Obviously, he could no longer close his eyes, and he could no longer raise the weapon in his hand to the enemy. There were several holes on his body, and his uniform was stained red with blood. Rokossovsky sighed, stood up from the ground, and continued to walk forward under the guard of several soldiers.

A little further outside, Rokossovsky finally saw the German special forces he had been thinking about day and night. These elite action troops even made of special materials for their helmets. looked him up and down.

The tactical vests of these people seem to be a style that has never been seen before. Even the military uniforms inside the vests are different from ordinary German infantry. Some of these people are carrying mg-44 assault rifles, while others are carrying G43 semi-automatic rifles. Some were smoking cigarettes against the walls, others were guarding surrendered headquarters personnel.

"Where are your officers? In this case, I still hope to talk to your officers. After all, I have no interest in talking to a traitor. This is my personal dignity." Rokossovsky said to a man who looked like The German special forces soldier who was an officer spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"They basically don't know Russian. I think no matter how much you say, he won't understand what you say." The captain of the guard sneered and shot Rokossovsky in the back with a gun, signaling him not to Stop talking nonsense and move on.

Sure enough, the Germans were indifferent and let the captain of the guard drive Rokossovsky forward. Rokossovsky shouted loudly, hoping to attract the attention of others: "Is there anyone who can speak Russian? I am the highest official here, and I have something to discuss with someone who understands Russian."

A German officer finally stopped Rokossovsky who was about to walk out of the basement, and then asked in proficient Russian: "Hello, I can understand what you said, we have a lot to do, I hope you don't Waste of our time. What on earth do you want to say, you can start now."

"If you want, I can order all the troops here to stop resisting..." Rokossovsky said with some trembling: "Enough people have died here, really enough. I want Do something for the survivors, I hope you can understand."

Ten minutes later, the long-lost sound came from the horn on the square. The Soviet soldiers struggling in the ruins heard a familiar voice and heard a piece of news that made them unbelievable: "Dear Red Army soldiers, everyone is still fighting. Comrades... I am Konstantin Konstantinovich Rokossovsky... If you are willing, please obey my last order, put down your weapons and stop all unnecessary resistance , the Battle of Stalingrad is over, you have done your best."

"Thank you for your bravery and tenacity for a long time. It is I, an incompetent person, who brought you into this abyss of despair. I am destined to become a clown, but you don't need to take your own life for me. Put down your arms, Germans The commander has promised to guarantee the safety of everyone, as long as you give up resistance." Rokossovsky's trembling voice finally stopped, and the gunshots in Stalingrad became sparse.

When the commander-in-chief of the Stalingrad garrison walked out of the basement, he saw the German Leopard tanks parked at the door, the corpses of the Soviet garrison in disorder, and invisible ruins and rubble. There were still faint gunshots on the street not far away, and it seemed that the resistance here did not stop immediately as he hoped.

Some soldiers who had lost their souls began to commit suicide by curling up in a corner. Many cried loudly but refused to drop their weapons. There were cries of surrender everywhere, mixed with the sudden and intense burst of gunfire. Some civilians came out of nowhere, standing on both sides of the street, watching the dejected Soviet soldiers passing by with their hands raised.

The nearly two-month hard battle finally came to an end today, and the soldiers who seemed to have forgotten what normal life looks like lost their last faith to support themselves. They did not prevent the invaders from occupying the city named after the leader, and they were sorry for the hundreds of thousands of predecessors who died here.

Rokossovsky felt that the sun was a bit dazzling, he squinted his eyes, then raised his arms, and used his palms to block the sun above his head. Looking along the dazzling light, on a building with only four floors left not far away, a dozen German grenadiers are scrambling to hang a red swastika flag on the wall.

A huge curtain-like banner was unfurled on the outer wall of the building, accompanied by shouts of the name "Acador Rudolph" more and more neatly. An armored vehicle full of German soldiers passed in front of Rokossovsky, escorted by two groups of Ukrainian soldiers carrying weapons.

What is mounted on the armored vehicle is no longer a flaunting machine gun, but an improvised loudspeaker, which repeatedly replays General Rokossovsky’s order to surrender, calling on all the Soviet Union standing on the ground The warriors put down their weapons and stood up to surrender.

A group of German soldiers walked over with their weapons. Beside them were Soviet prisoners with their heads in their hands. These people were fighting bloody battles to prevent Stalingrad from falling into the hands of the Germans an hour ago. An hour ago, they were full of heroism who died here in battle. It's a pity that once there is such a glimmer of hope, most people will still choose to live humblely, because if they live, they can still have the opportunity to wait for another hope.

"Bah!" A Soviet battalion commander walking forward with his head in his hands saw Rokossovsky standing next to the Leopard tank on the side of the road. He let out a mouthful of phlegm and passed the former immediate boss When he was about to die, he spat on the ground with a look of resentment: "! Traitor! How many people died here because of your order? They trusted you, and they died for your order! But you, you still have the face to live in this place! World!"

The officer of the German special forces glanced at the battalion commander who was cursing, then smiled, took out a box of beautifully wrapped French cigarettes from his pocket, tore off the lid and took out two, and handed one to the captain of the guard , and one was handed to Rokossovsky. Then he helped the two of them light their cigarettes, and then he took out another cigarette and lit it himself: "If you feel uncomfortable, I can tell him to shut up."

Before Rokossovsky could speak, there was a gunshot in the distance, and the Soviet prisoner battalion commander who was cursing just now fell to the ground, and another unlucky guy beside him was also hit by the same bullet. With a scream, he fell to the ground.

A sentence of half-baked Russian came from a distance, which made everyone shudder: "The captives are not allowed to speak! Otherwise, he will end up!"