My Third Empire

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The so-called April child ’s face is even more so on the muddy ground of the Soviet Union. The weather was clear and cloudless just now, and it started to rain in a blink of an eye, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, a little bit of continuous meaning.

The raindrops hit the eaves with a ticking sound; the raindrops hit the icy barrel, making a clanging sound; the raindrops hit a corpse with a crackling muffle. On the battlefield where there is no fighting, everything is very quiet, only the voice of nature echoes.

The war has made everyone abnormal, because in a peaceful age, no one can imagine a scene walking past the body casually. Several German soldiers carried their rifles, quickly walked past some long-cold bodies lying on the ground, and walked into a building that had collapsed into a bungalow.

The roof is no longer a rainproof roof, but the original renovated floor on the second floor, and a wooden wardrobe in the corner. The mottled bullet holes on the top prove that there was also a fierce firefight there. Everything here has experienced battles, and they have left an eternal memorial in the battle.

The last German infantry who entered the house took off the helmet and revealed his nice blond hair. He squeezed the helmet hard and shook it out of the door, throwing the rain from the helmet out of the door.

A rain made △ ≥ the entire battlefield became quiet. In addition to the sound of rain, there was no longer the roar of the cannon, nor the roar of the machine gun. Stalingrad was free of yesterday's hustle and bustle, leaving only some fearful tranquility.

"Come and warm!" A Ukrainian veteran greeted the young Ukrainian guys who had just entered the house. He lit a simple marching stove there, and the alcohol block was still burning.

A pot of water has boiled, steaming. The few people who came in quickly gathered around and reached out, wanting to feel the warmth brought by the hot water, although the weather in April is no longer so cold, but after being hit by rain, there is a warm place to sit for a while , Obviously, it is also a very fortunate thing.

The young Ukrainian soldier sat down against the wall, feeling the warmth of the stove in the corner, while looking at the room he was about to fight. There are bullet holes and blood stains on the walls. It seems that Stalingrad can find bullet holes and blood stains everywhere.

"We are instructed to strengthen the defense here. How many Soviet people are there? How far are they from here?" A 40-year-old middle-aged man carrying a rifle leaned against the window and glanced across the small square Asked the ruins at the other end.

The Ukrainian veteran lit a cigarette for himself and then pouted: "The opposite is a battalion of the 2nd Regiment of the 66th Division of the Soviet Union. There are about 200 people left, which have not been replaced yet. They occupy the ruin, It ’s been almost two days, we did n’t attack, and they did n’t fight back. ”

Compared with when they first entered Stalingrad, the equipment of the Ukrainian Volunteer Army has been improved a lot. At least they now have a hot stove and an alcohol block. They can occasionally eat fried noodles and potato flour, even after the battle. There are also cigarettes and canned food as rewards.

Their combat effectiveness began to increase exponentially through the fighting of war. With the help of the German artillery support and the infiltration of snipers and special forces, the Ukrainian soldiers' death rate plummeted, and they have been able to maintain the Soviet Union at 1 to 2 or 1 to 3 level.

Here, in this city, Ukrainian soldiers have killed more than 60,000 people, and troops in other regions, including the Germans, have killed 20,000 people. This means that the Soviet Union was in this city battle, Lost more than 200,000 troops.

This is no longer a war, but a battle between the soldiers of both sides using their lives as a bet. 17,000 German soldiers died in Stalingrad, and their suicide note will be mailed back to their hometowns along with their clothing and wage subsidies, etc., and will be sent to their homes by the highest local military chief.

"It's really a thankful weather." The middle-aged Ukrainian soldier carrying a gun sneered, found a slightly cleaner corner, sat down, closed his eyes and began to rest, and soon he hummed gently The sound of snoring, the war seems to be far away from the soldiers in this room at this moment.

On the Volga river, many ripples were hit by raindrops. Rokosovsky was standing on the west bank of the Volga River on the side of Stalingrad, looking at the ferries one by one, carrying the full of soldiers, and moving slowly in the direction of where he was.

The terrible Stuttgart dive bombers of the German Naval Air Force could not take off in such bad weather, which gave the Soviet army the opportunity to **** material soldiers into Stalingrad by rain. If possible, Rokosovsky would rather this heavy rain keep falling like this, at least he can no longer face the lingering German aircraft.

"Quick! Organize those big ships to transport ammunition! Before this rain stops, we must rush to transport the most ammunition across the river and step up the speed! Step up the speed!" Someone at the Rokosov base station was holding an umbrella, but his There was no such good luck under his staff, or he did not dare to act too pretentiously in front of his boss, so he himself stood in the heavy rain and personally directed the dispatch of the ship.

A light dinghy leaned on the bank of the river, standing full of Soviet recruits who had been drowned by heavy rain. These recruits jumped off the dinghy one by one, and then they held their hats with wet hands on their heads. It's like surrendering.

The slightly larger ships were either used to transport valuables such as bullets and medicines, or had been sunk by German aircraft. The ships in the hands of the Soviets were getting smaller and smaller, sometimes even small enough to accommodate only a dozen people Degree.

When the weather is good, the German aircraft will bomb along the river bank, and find out the larger camouflaged ships to sink, the smaller the better the camouflage, so these surviving ships are smaller That kind.

"Put down! Put your hands down!" Rokosovsky frowned lightly, and before waiting for him to speak, an officer responsible for the reception walked over and shouted at the recruits: "Stand up! Go up here! Someone will be there to welcome you! Go away! Go away! "

Not only the craters scattered by the river, but also the cannons that had been piled up, the cannons that had been damaged, and the cars and other weapons. The disguised field hospital was filled with disabled soldiers who needed to be evacuated to the rear, and hordes Sick soldiers waiting in line to receive the anti-inflammatory drugs.

So these recruits were on the muddy river, walking deep and shallow, one by one, they walked on the river embankment one by one, and then were divided into teams, let the wet clothes stick to the body, tired tired Some warehouses that have not completely collapsed still walked inside the factory building.

Rokosovsky did not speak. At the sight of him, about two or three small boats arrived at the same time. The personnel jumped off the boat and were already tossed into the muddy ground by the rain and the soldiers in front. On walking, these soldiers faltered, most of them looked at Rokosovsky, who stood at a high level and looked down on everything with strange eyes.

No one can remember how many ship soldiers were sent to Stalingrad, but everyone knew that the wounded persons taken away by the leaving ship did not even have one-tenth of the number of soldiers brought in. In other words, tens of thousands of soldiers no longer need to leave, they will be integrated into the city and can no longer be separated.

"How is the food consumption? Isn't it enough to plan ahead?" Rokosovsky asked his assistant behind him, expressionless, watching the soldiers ship by ship unloaded on the shore. And what he was feeling in his heart was, "Such a boatman, maybe all one shell is killed ..."

His assistant brought his head a little closer and said to his boss: "Comrade General, because the number of soldiers killed is too large, we have a lot of food left, except for a small part destroyed by the German bombing, Most are very safe and ready to use. "

"Well ... don't be stingy." Rokosovsky nodded after listening to the assistant's words, and then continued to command in that unwavering tone: "Give these new soldiers more food and let them In order to die for the motherland, let them have a full meal before going to die anyway. "

"Yes! Comrade General, I see." The assistant immediately promised that the distribution of food was not a big deal, and he didn't have to express his opinion on such a small thing. Compared to these trivial matters, he is more concerned about how to find a better excuse to leave this terrible city.

Compared with the high survival rate of German soldiers, the loss of Soviet soldiers fighting in Stalingrad is quite high, often thousands of people are pulled to the front line, and only a half is left in a few hours. It's even a third. The supplementary soldiers who can survive the first day here are almost non-existent, and those veterans are also in a state of death at any time and anywhere.

After a heavy rain, can there be at least 50,000 more combatable soldiers? Rokosovsky was a little relieved, and this group of supplementary soldiers could be regarded as allowing him to continue to persevere.

"Give the Moscow Telegraph, once again request Marshal Zhukov, and lead the soldiers to the south as soon as possible." Rokosovsky turned back and walked back: "Stay here, after all, it is not a way ... Zhukov, you will not even be so obvious Do n’t know anything, right? "