Chapter 817: Loyal to the Oath

The two groups of German soldiers, carrying each other's last hope, finally met in the Chuikov Command Hall, where all kinds of documents, fallen chairs, desks, and wires were scattered all over the floor. They stared at each other in an awkward situation, and it was obvious that they could not believe the fatigue shown by each other.

"Where is your commander? Where is Captain Schent? Where is he!?"

The lieutenant colonel commander of the German assault team, whose face was covered with blood and stains, asked loudly in a hoarse voice as if his throat was cut open with a knife.

A German second lieutenant, the highest-ranking survivor, blinked his eyes. Lieutenant Colonel Dessler looked like he had just crawled out of a pile of dead bodies. He didn't look like he had won a battle. He looked like he had just been beaten up by the Russians and survived. In other words, he was even worse than his own group!

"Captain Schent was killed by the Russians, sir. He led the team and rushed to the front. We encountered an ambush by the Russians halfway. Dozens of guns were waiting for us at the corner. Captain Schent just dodged and was immediately shot into a hornet's nest. Everyone saw that scene, even those who were alive saw it."

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Captain Schent died, the assault team was driven back and failed, and this group of people on our side was finished.

The above three sentences are all the words that flashed in the mind of Lieutenant Colonel Dessler, who was in charge of the team, after hearing this.

Philosophers in later generations often said that a person can only truly recognize himself before he dies. Before that, no one can truly understand himself completely.

For a moment, Lieutenant Colonel Dessler seemed to really recognize himself.

Many fragmented memories flashed through his mind, including himself as a child, wrapped around his mother's knees in the kitchen, basking in the sun while watching his mother cook and waiting for dinner with a happy face, including his parents' happy and blessing smiles when he graduated from college, including his lover's hand in hand walking through the wedding ceremony under the sword formation of his comrades

Of course, it also includes the scene when he learned that he would soon become a father, sitting on the ruins of Stalingrad with a letter in his hand, almost crying with excitement

It's a pity that, judging from the current situation, he may never have the chance to see the moment he has been thinking about.

At the other end of the combat command hall, Malashenko, who had solved the super troublesome German machine gunner, continued to lead the charge. The last section of the underground tunnel in front of him was only a few feet away from reaching the target.

"Wait, Malashenko! Why is the gunfire gone? Something is wrong!"

The gunfire that Lavrinenko was talking about was not the sound of his group's exchange of fire that had stopped for a while, but the sound of fierce exchange of fire from the other side far away.

Both Malashenko and Lavrinenko knew that this was the sound of an extremely fierce exchange of fire between Captain Karamov and the German army. The general direction of the gunfire and the perfect timing must be correct!

But now, the fierce exchange of fire suddenly stopped. What does this situation indicate? It is obviously a question worth thinking about.

"What do you mean? Something is wrong with Karamov?"

"No, that's not what I mean. On the contrary, I think Karamov may have killed all the Germans! Didn't you hear that when the last gunfire stopped, most of the gunfire was from our PPSh guns? There were even a few Mosin-Nagant gunshots. Only the workers' armed teams could bring this thing into the tunnel. How could the Germans use this thing?"

Lavrinenko reminded him of this, and Malashenko, who was thinking about it with his eyes rolling, felt that it made sense. After such an analysis, it seemed that his people really had the upper hand. Maybe the Germans had really been killed!

"No matter what, these Germans have been blocked and can't get out! We'll know if we win or not!"

"Everyone, keep going! Prepare for battle"

Malachenko raised his right hand high in the air and stopped before he put it down. Suddenly, an unexpected voice came from the last corner of the corridor in front of him.

"Surrender, don't fire, surrender! The German army surrenders!"

Fuck, it's a mix-up! German Mao language is really awkward, what does the Führer think?

Malachenko, who was complaining wildly in his heart, dared to pat his chest and guarantee it.

The poor Russian coming from the corner of the corridor in front of him was definitely not from the mouth of the Soviets. The stiff tone with the tongue almost straightened out did not have the smooth taste of Russian, as if he was speaking with a sugar ball in his mouth. 99.99% of it came from the mouth of a German who was not good at Russian!

"Don't shoot, cease fire first! Wait for my order!"

The figure walking slowly out from the end of the corridor quickly confirmed that Malachenko's guess was correct.

The German second lieutenant, holding a few pieces of white documents in his hands as a temporary white flag, soon appeared at the end of Malashenko's vision. Behind him was a whole team of embarrassed German soldiers who raised their hands above their heads to salute in French style. The total number of people was more than 30! Obviously, it was the last remaining main force of the German commando.

"Do you have any weapons? If so, throw them away quickly, otherwise you will become corpses."

The voice that spoke again was no longer the poor German-style Russian, but the slightly stronger but still Russian-flavored German of Malashenko's mouth.

The Soviet commander on the opposite side could actually speak German, which instantly excited the German lieutenant who was anxiously thinking of Russian words.

"No weapons, none of us have weapons! The weapons are thrown in the room in front. We only have military uniforms and kettles. If kettles are considered weapons, we can throw them away now!"

Malachenko, who was hiding in the corner, now regretted why he had to pretend to be cool in German, because the damn German guy on the opposite side spoke too fast, and his German level was so poor that he could only understand a little bit.

What does kettle weapon mean? The Germans made kettles into bombs? Too shitty!

When Malachenko finally led people to accept the surrender of the last group of German soldiers, holding a Suomi submachine gun in his hand and began to interrogate the details, the first answer he got surprised Malachenko.

"Where is your commander? Don't tell me that you, a second lieutenant, are the supreme commander. This is unrealistic and you can't fool me."

"Lieutenant Colonel Dessler is in the big room in front. He ordered us to choose to break out, fight to the end and be loyal to the Führer, or surrender, and handed over the power to us."

Hearing this answer, Malashenko was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed.

It's really rare to see a German commander with such a personality. It seems that I need to meet him in person.

Bang——

Malashenko had just taken a step towards the combat command room when a crisp gunshot from a Luger P08 pistol tore through the brief silence and echoed from the combat command room in front of him.