Chapter 771 Hell Hospital (Part 1)

Malashenko was not the only one who felt "damn painful". Colonel Adam, the chief adjutant who followed Paulus' order to visit the field hospital, had almost the same feeling.

The recent battles completely overturned Colonel Adam's previous optimism.

Originally, he thought that even if he could not take down Stalingrad No. 1 Railway Station, he would definitely win with Mamayev Kurgan, a strategic location at the heart level! At best, he would just leave the railway station alone and wait until the troops in other surrounding blocks had dealt with the Russians at hand before returning to encircle the railway station.

In any case, this was an absolute victory that could only win and not lose.

But when the news came that Mamayev Kurgan had completely become a Russian hilltop in less than two hours, Colonel Adam, who was making coffee for Paulus, felt that the sky had collapsed in an instant. The remaining half was half hanging there, and it was hard to predict when it would suddenly fall down, smashing the entire Sixth Army into a pile of blood and flesh.

Paulus, who had always been very gentle and easy-going, completely exploded this time, just like a dormant volcano that had been dormant for 10 million years suddenly revived and burst out the hot energy of the earth's core. Even the luxurious solid wood desk that Paulus usually cherished was kicked over and lay on the ground.

"Idiots! A bunch of empire sinners, all idiots!"

"The hill was lost in less than two hours. What was this waste, Hauns, doing in the command post!? Is he playing poker? Ah!? With his group of idiot subordinates!?"

The reporting adjutant, who was grabbed by the collar by Paulus like an eagle catching a chick, was almost scared to death by this crazy roar. Colonel Adam, who was only a few steps away and accidentally smashed the coffee cup to the ground, saw it clearly. Paulus's wide eyes were full of bloodshot and red, which could kill people!

"Colonel Houns, he committed suicide, Commander Paulus. He committed suicide after sending a telegram to the army headquarters! His chief of staff reported that the bullet broke his head from the lower jaw. He didn't even have a last word, and only asked his chief of staff to help take care of his wife and children."

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Paulus suddenly had some question marks in his eyes. He really didn't expect that Houns would commit suicide!

According to the original plan, Paulus planned to issue his promotion application to Berlin at the beginning of next month. Houns had reached the time to enter the general's door.

This Houns's style is conservative and he fights by the rules. There is nothing special. Compared with Rommel, a genius general who likes to play cards unconventionally, he is as mediocre as a blank sheet of paper.

But it was precisely because of this Houns's strictness in leading troops to fight, never losing control of the battle situation and troops due to sudden events on the battlefield, and executing orders without any compromise.

Paulus left some scattered small troops on Mamayev Kurgan with his division, and also equipped them with twice as much additional technical equipment as in the conventional full-strength state.

Paulus once thought that a mature and stable person like Houns was most suitable for fighting a defensive war, and those Russians would definitely be beaten to a pulp in front of this taciturn and somewhat eccentric guy.

But the final fact was exactly the opposite. The huge irony of reality made Paulus wish he could revive Houns and execute him by shooting him a dozen times! This idiot who lost everything in less than two hours simply lost his face!

"I have never seen Paulus look like this today! He erupted like a resurrected volcano, and when he heard the news that the person who took all the blame had committed suicide, he was completely deflated like a car tire that suddenly burst, collapsed on a chair with his face up, and couldn't say a word."

"For the first time, I was shaken about whether we could take this city. God, I was full of confidence yesterday! But now, everything is different! When will this nightmare-like cruel massacre end? This is like a hellish city, with terrible news coming every day. Will this Christmas really be spent in ruins?"

Recalling his diary of the day, Colonel Adam, who still couldn't recover from the painful struggle, heard a reminder from the front seat of the bucket truck.

"Colonel, we are here, the hospital is in front."

Colonel Adam slowly opened his eyes and realized that the car had stopped at some point, and the smell of blood and death outside the car had penetrated into his nostrils through the gaps in the car windows.

"Get out of the car."

This field hospital under the Sixth Army is one of the larger ones. From the outside, it looks like it was originally a manor used by the Russians to store food or something else. The yard is spacious and the house is large.

The field hospital far away from the front line of the war can't hear any gunfire roars, and it seems unusually quiet, but the quieter it is at this time, the more weird it makes Colonel Adam feel, until his heart is creepy.

Colonel Adam entered the field hospital without saying a word with his several entourage and guards. The simple and ubiquitous medical equipment immediately came into view. The beds placed closely together almost next to the door seemed crowded and noisy, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell that ordinary people would vomit on the spot if they smelled it for just one second.

"It's terrible here, Colonel, don't we have better medical conditions? How can people live in such a place?"

The captain who said this had been transferred to the front line for less than three months. In Colonel Adam's opinion, he was a young brat who had graduated from a military academy and was more useless than farting. Colonel Adam ignored his words on the spot.

"Uh uh, it hurts so much, who can help me, doctor, doctor, where is the doctor?"

If it weren't for the sudden sound, even Colonel Adam would have thought that there was a corpse lying on the bed 20 centimeters away to his right.

The body of this seriously injured soldier below his buttocks was almost blown away. God knows how this guy who didn't die was lifted alive from the battlefield, but judging from this posture, he should be the type who lives today and has no tomorrow.

Although this is a dying guy, Colonel Adam, who has been to the front line more than once, still sympathizes with the soldiers who fought bloody battles. Even if he is in a high position now, he should not forget his original intention, right?

Colonel Adam walked forward to the bedside, adjusted his tone to what he thought was a relatively warm state, and spoke quietly.

"Thank you for your contribution to the country and the head of state. Can you tell me how you were injured, Sergeant?"