Chapter 960 The Dust Has Settled

"Victory is at hand! Comrades, charge! Ula!!!"

Captain Varosha, who has been following Malashenko's car with the charge, is still fulfilling his mission conscientiously until now.

Holding the Bobosha submachine gun in one hand and shouting with the real arm in the other, he summoned his comrades around him to charge forward, echoing in the battlefield and sky, boosting the morale of this final decisive battle.

The Red Army soldiers, who had already fallen many people on the charge, rushed into the German position with roars and shouts.

The ugly and ferocious faces of those evil German fascists are already in front of us. Now is the time to vent all the accumulated negative emotions in our hearts and avenge our relatives, comrades-in-arms, teachers, and all the people who died tragically under the iron heel of the invaders.

"Yeah!!! Go to hell!"

Captain Varosha, who was the first to follow the tank and jump into the German position, stared with red eyes and looked crazy.

With an inhuman roar, he squeezed the trigger of the Bobosha submachine gun in his hand, instantly sweeping the two German riflemen who were charging to the ground, spraying out a spurt of blood.

The rate of fire of the Bobosha submachine gun is very fast, so fast that it can fire out more than ten or twenty rounds of bullets in one burst. The firepower in high-intensity combat simply cannot last long.

Captain Varosha, who has been in charge and high-intensity battles, has no time to estimate the remaining ammunition in the drum. He just repeats the mechanical process of aiming, killing the enemy, aiming again, and killing the enemy again. action.

When Captain Varosha, who had just laid down two enemies, appeared in front of a third enemy who rushed towards him with a strange cry, he once again shot Captain Varosha from the waist, raised his gun and pulled the trigger of Bobosha in his hand. However, he did not feel the recoil that was not difficult to control from the weapon in his hand. Instead, there was a sound of the firing pin hitting the air, which was almost too small to be heard.

"Asshole! No more bullets!!!"

The rage of revenge was indeed burning in the heart of Captain Varosha, but it did not swallow up the sanity of this battle-hardened Red Army company commander.

Captain Varosha, who knew he had no time to reload, instantly let go of his hands, letting the empty Bobosha submachine gun fall to the ground from mid-air at waist height.

His right hand, which was so fast that it could almost leave an afterimage in the naked eye, touched the armed belt around his waist, and pulled out the backup pistol that had been ready for use from the holster without even pressing the button. The powerful Tokarev TT33 pistol had already taken the opportunity and was on target before the German rifleman raised his gun to take aim.

Bang bang bang——

"Uhhh!!!"

Three dull gunshots fired at an extremely fast rate were accompanied by a scream from the German rifleman, adding another bloody light to this close-quarters combat that had already knocked out the brains of dogs.

Captain Varosha, who had used up all the drums he carried with him, did not pick up the Bobosha submachine gun he had thrown away from the ground.

The corpses of the German soldiers lying in a mess were surrounded by various weapons. Bloody submachine guns and Mauser 98K rifles could be seen everywhere within the field of vision.

Captain Varosha, whose eyes were not focused on these ordinary weapons, took two steps forward, lifted up a German corpse lying on a sandbag bunker in front of him, threw it aside, and pinned it down under him. , the MG34 general-purpose machine gun with a bipod and a 75-round drum suddenly came into view.

"Try how powerful the weapons you made yourself are! You bastard German fascists!"

Da da da da da da——

The sound of high-speed gunshots, like raindrops, echoed in the empty underground corridor for a long time.

Colonel Adam, who was waiting at the door with the last fully formed infantry platoon, was so anxious that he kept pacing in front of the door. He could almost smell the strong smell of the Russians who had already killed him with his nose.

Colonel Adam, who was hurriedly moving his hands behind his back, still hadn't figured out why Paulus, who hesitated earlier and later, didn't make any decision at this time and locked himself up without any reason. He died in an empty room without coming out, no matter how many people outside urged him like ants on a hot pot.

If he wanted to surrender, Colonel Adam felt that Paulus could have given the order to surrender twenty minutes ago. What reason could there be for the already frustrated Paulus to wait until this time?

If you do not intend to surrender, prepare to fight to the end in accordance with the final orders of the head of state.

Well, now the security forces of the entire group army headquarters are already doing this, and the remnants of the Sixth Group Army that have not received the surrender order are still fighting on various fronts in the city.

Colonel Adam had reason to believe that even at this stage, the Sixth Army, which was so powerful, would still not surrender in large numbers without orders.

But if he really planned to fight to the end, should Paulus come out as commander and lead everyone to do something? Could it be that he planned to commit suicide in the office in a dignified manner? Instead of being shot to death by Russians on the battlefield? Become part of a pile of corpses?

Colonel Adam, whose mind was getting more and more confused as he thought about it, could no longer hold back. He was about to wave his hand and order the soldiers around him to break open the door and see what the commander was up to in his office.

But at this moment, the iron door of the office that had been closed suddenly opened quietly, and there was a friction sound when the door was opened from the inside out.

The figure that appeared in front of Colonel Adam, who was stunned, was a man wearing a brand new field marshal uniform, with the newly awarded Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves on his chest, holding the marshal's baton, and his face was no longer haggard and lifeless, but no longer hesitant but still very familiar.

"Commander Paulus, you"

"It's time, Adam, let's end it all now"

"End?"

Colonel Adam didn't understand what Paulus meant by his ambiguous words.

There are many ways to end this battle, which one did Paulus mean?

Seeing Colonel Adam's expression of astonishment and confusion, Paulus, who took a long breath, was finally able to say the words that had been in his heart for a long time without any hesitation or burden.

"We have fulfilled our oath under the flag and fulfilled all the responsibilities that a soldier loyal to the Führer should fulfill, gentlemen!"

"Now, let us give a chance to our parents, wives, children, and all those who still love each of us. A chance that will not make them lose their loved ones forever, and a chance to fulfill the final responsibility for their own lives."

"In the capacity of Field Marshal, Commander of the Sixth Army, Friedrich Wilhelm Ernst Paulus, I order that all the battles carried out by the Sixth Army of the Wehrmacht in the direction of Stalingrad so far in accordance with the instructions and orders of superiors are over!"