Chapter 952 The End of the Storm

Malashenko, who had never encountered any strong resistance along the way, and at most encountered a few resistances, finally led his team to the end of his expected destination, the ruined street leading to the department store.

It was at this time that Malashenko, who had already remembered the iconic building in his mind, was about to pick up the radio transmitter at hand and give the final order to end everything.

It had been a while since the German fighters appeared in the sky, and suddenly the roar of the German twin-engine heavy fighter was heard again. It was a BF-110 long-range twin-engine heavy fighter that was rare in the sky over Stalingrad.

"That's a German plane! Look, there is a black cross on the wings! But why is there only one?"

It was not only the ordinary Red Army soldiers who were confused, but even Malashenko, whose brain nerves were still in a highly active state, still couldn't figure out what was going on in the sky above his head after he leaned out of the turret.

"What on earth do these Germans want to do?"

Soon, Malashenko's doubts were answered.

The BF-110 heavy fighter was not for air combat or bombing. It was actually a battlefield broadcaster equipped with a large loudspeaker!

"German soldiers, officers, and gentlemen who fought bravely! I, Adolf Hitler, thank you for your outstanding contribution to the motherland! Every drop of blood you shed in this land and this city will be recorded in history, remembered by the German people, and sung by future generations. Even elementary school students will know your heroic deeds!"

"Our just war against the evil Bolsheviks will awaken those sleeping ignorant people. They will soon understand who is right and will even consider joining our team to fight this evil torrent with us! Seize the fruits of victory and protect us. of civilization!"

"In this just war, God is on our side. The land under your feet is abandoned by God. Now we have to take back this polluted land! From the hands of the evil Bolsheviks!"

"We are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice! Because one day, every new piece of land will be full of flowers for those who fall! We must firmly believe in victory and justice!"

"Our Teutonic country, our Germanic nation, will surely usher in the final victory!"

This passionate speech of "impassionate speech" was obviously recorded in advance. Malashenko, who was listening on the ground, could clearly realize this. Being able to understand German made Malashenko fully understand what this long and confusing speech was about, and he also knew which person was the most eloquent and sophistry.

But what surprised Malashenko deeply has just begun.

After the BF-110 fighter plane hovering overhead finished broadcasting the lewd music through the loud speaker, it did not fly away directly, but flew straight and level in the direction where Malashenko and his party were.

The Red Army soldiers on the ground who did not know the type of German aircraft panicked. Many Red Army soldiers surrounding Malashenko's car were even ready to find shelters to hide, fearing that the blind Germans would throw bombs into the crowd and take them away.

But Malashenko, who knew clearly that the BF-110 did not have a horizontal bomb sight, was not panicked.

If this thing was used to drop bombs horizontally at an altitude of more than 1,000 meters, it could also accurately throw the small sweet potato bomb on his forehead and blow himself up. Malashenko had nothing to say except that the Germans were awesome.

Although this was just an exaggeration, it was more important to show that the BF-110 had no intention of bombing his party at all. Moreover, whether or not you can see this small force that blends into the protective color of the city ruins at an altitude of more than 1,000 meters above the ground is a completely different low-probability event, so there is no need to worry about it or scare yourself.

Soon, the next action of the BF-110 gave Malashenko the answer.

The BF-110 without a bomb looked like it was carrying something like a box. After hovering over a large ruin and slightly lowering its altitude as if to confirm something, it immediately aimed at the approximate direction and threw the box straight down, and by the way, it opened a white parachute as if it was afraid of breaking the box and slowly fell down.

"How is it? Can you hit that thing?"

Malashenko heard Captain Varosha, who was very close to his car, quietly ask, and the answer came from the city hunter Boris who aimed his gun.

"Too far, the shooting distance is more than one kilometer, and there is a strong wind now. I don't know where the bullet will float to at such a long distance, and there is no way to hit it." Captain Varosha's words reminded Malashenko. It is difficult to do it with a sniper rifle at a distance of one kilometer, so can a tank gun with a higher magnification do it? Malashenko quickly rejected this thought while shaking his head. The current situation is that the German troops entrenched in front are still unaware of their arrival, and there has not been a small-scale battle on the way to the last kilometer.

To alert the Germans to the unknown box containing something, and to attract the attention of the Germans and expose their own existence that they finally got close to quietly, would be too much.

The loud sound that hit the sky would definitely arouse alarm unless it was iron-Hanhan. After thinking about it, Malashenko still thought to forget it, and then gave up the idea that there was a high possibility that the gain would outweigh the loss.

However, a temporarily unsolvable question also arises in Malashenko's heart.

"What exactly is in the box? Is it worth airdropping it with a long-range twin-engine heavy fighter at this last moment?"

Of course there is someone who knows the answer to this question. It is Marshal Paulus, the commander of the Sixth Army of the German Wehrmacht who is still entrenched in the ruins of the department store not far from Malashenko at this moment.

Paulus never dreamed that the rank of marshal, which he had always longed for and never forgotten, would be so funny and full of irony.

The box dropped by a special airlift contained many things specially prepared for Paulus.

A brand new field marshal uniform, winter coat, marshal's scepter, inspected and composited marshal officer certificate, and marshal promotion order signed by the head of state.

And a supreme symbol of the highest honor of the German military: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves.

Of course Paulus knew why the head of state, whom he once had absolute unconditional trust in, was doing this. At this last moment, he confirmed the personal significance of the entire Sixth Army to the head of state.

No one knew what Paulus was thinking under his expressionless and indifferent poker face at this moment, but only the telegram that Paulus dictated himself was confirmed to be sent in the distant direction of Berlin. go out.

"We listened to the voice of the Führer in the ruins, and we saluted the flag during the national anthem, maybe this is the last time."

"The enemy was at the street corner, and the guards reported the faint roar of tank engines."

"We are preparing to set off to annihilate the enemy. Please do not contact us again. We are destroying the radio station. This is the last communication."