I, who traveled to Chunwu, entered Stalingrad again?

"Go if you want."

This is the last sentence his wife said to him before his death, and it is also his only obsession now, who is in his 70s this year.

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"Ladies and gentlemen: the plane is descending. Please return to your original seat, fasten your seat belt, put away the tray table, and adjust the seat back to the normal position..."

"Grandpa, we're almost there."

It was William's granddaughter Anne who was sitting opposite him in the first class. She was just 17 years old this year.Like her grandmother, she has beautiful long chestnut hair and big sapphire eyes. She is William's favorite child.

"Ah."

William didn't touch his granddaughter's hair pamperingly as usual, but just looked at the ground outside the window, hummed casually and perfunctorily.

This made Anne very dissatisfied, she sniffled and asked with her lips pouted:

"Grandpa, why did we come here? I heard from my classmates that Volgograd is not fun at all! It is far worse than Moscow and St. Petersburg!"

"It's Stalingrad! Grab your stuff and get ready to go."

Anne was taken aback by William's serious expression. It was the first time she saw her grandpa, who was always kind and kind, be so solemn. His sharp eyes made her obey orders subconsciously.

She only knows that her grandpa and grandpa seem to have been soldiers, but as long as she can remember, the adults have always kept silent about the past, so she only knows some fragments of the adults chatting after drinking, and playing games when they were young. The old military uniforms that were dug out from the warehouse.

Annie reported an international tour group to her grandfather. Although the door has been opened to tourists from Western countries after the fall of the red giant, there are still very few tourists alone or with a few people. Traveling in groups in strange countries is still the mainstream.

The tour group first sent them to a local hotel, and after a simple meal, there was a special pick-up to send them to various attractions, such as Mamayev Mountain, Volgograd Arena, Memory Museum... The itinerary was full Anne Yawning out of boredom, she felt that there was no meaning here at all, it was already September, and the bleak autumn wind made her just want to go back to the hotel and sleep.

The chubby female tour guide is not very good, probably a local here, her English pronunciation is ridiculously poor, Anne can barely understand half of her introduction, the already boring itinerary has become even more boring up.

But I can’t escape if I want to. Since my grandfather’s leg injury recurred more than ten years ago, he has been in a wheelchair and it is difficult for him to move.Anne continued to push the wheelchair around under William's command.Sitting in the wheelchair, he looked at this for a while, touched that for a while, and finally stared blankly at a dilapidated small hotel, shaking his head in disappointment.

"We have come to the red square now, where one after another has happened..."

Many people in the tour group shook their heads when they heard the female guide’s scripted chatter, and soon they decided that everyone was free to move around first, and they would gather after an hour.

"Grandpa, where are we going now?"

Annie didn't get William's answer, and she found that Grandpa's eyes were fixed on the corner of the square.

Following his gaze, there was an old man wearing a shabby green padded jacket sitting on the steps not far away. The scars on his face and the messy white beard and hair made him feel like a beggar. She also noticed that the old man had a The sleeves are empty.

On a dirty rag in front of the old man, there were some medals and small red books in a mess.

Does Grandpa want to buy this as a souvenir?Annie guessed so, so she called the tour guide and negotiated with the old man, and finally settled the deal at a price of 200 US dollars. Although Mark can also be used, the US dollar is still more popular.

The old man packed the pile of messy things in rags and prepared to hand them to Anne.There was a disgusting smell of alcohol coming from his body, which made Annie look disgusted, so she threw the money directly at the old man's feet.

This behavior undoubtedly angered the old man, he slowly put down his only remaining right hand, glared at Anne with a pair of ferocious eyes like wild wolves, and cursed loudly:

"I'm not selling it anymore! Get the hell out of here, you German whore..."

Annie couldn't understand what the old man said, but it must not be a good word, because the female guide next to her changed her color and quarreled loudly with the old man, which attracted people around to stop and watch.

"Annie, apologize to him!"

William struggled to turn the two wheels of the wheelchair with both hands and rushed over, his sharp eyes met the angry eyes of the old man without fear.

"Annie? Did you hear that, apologize to him!"

Annie had a sore nose, feeling that she was wronged, obviously she was the one being scolded, he should be the one apologizing to herself, but she didn't dare not listen to her grandfather's words, she obediently bowed to the old man and said sorry.

The old man's gaze softened a little, and William bent down to pick up the dollar on the ground with difficulty, and handed it to the old man, but was blocked by a strong hand.

"I just want to know if there is any commemorative place nearby." William's words stunned the tour guide next to him, because he spoke fluent Russian.

The old man was silent for a while, but pushed William's dollar back.

"Then I don't want your money, but you want to buy me a drink."

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Operation Blue-Stalingrad: Chapter 84 Returning to Stalingrad

Annie stood obediently on one side of the bar booth, watching the old Russian man drinking one cup after another, while her grandfather William was sitting next to her, the glass not moving at all.

After drinking three glasses in a row, the old man finally put down his glass, and after a moment of silence, he asked:

"I don't understand, how are you guys interested in coming back? It's been a hell out here, I don't even want to think about it."

"I have to come back, that nightmare has been tormenting me for 50 years! Every night I have no peace, now my life is running out, I can't escape all the way to the coffin."

The old man nodded, fixed his eyes on the wine glass that kept turning in his right hand, and asked:

"Which position were you in at the time?"

William looked outside the bar door, struggling to remember.

"Can't remember, it's changed a lot here, but I'm sure it's not far from here, how about you?"

"We are in the basement of the apartment over there." The old man pointed to the direction of the Volga River, "We have been digging there for a long time, and we can only hide in the basement and sewers to survive. For a while, we even thought that you had taken over the entire city .”

"No, we lost even though it was only a little short." William shook his head and laughed at himself: "We occupied the living room, but we have to continue to attack the kitchen and bedroom, and the toilet has to bleed to take it. Sometimes everyone just In the next door, you can even hear the sound of your snoring while leaning against the wall, preparing to launch a surprise attack, but in the end, you were kicked out without even guarding your own floor."

"Where you didn't enter with guns back then, you now enter with money. We are the ones who lose. Even the motherland that was defended with blood is gone."

The old man sighed, tears welled up in his darkened eyes, he picked up the wine glass again with his right hand and drank lonely.Seeing this, Annie quickly got up to fill him up. Although she couldn't understand their conversation, but her grandfather respected the old man in front of her so much, she also guessed that the old man in front of her was probably a Soviet veteran.

William's throat twitched. He wanted to say that the country he had served to was no longer there, but seeing the old man's depressed expression, he finally said nothing, so he raised his wine glass to signal him.

The two former enemies fell into a long period of silence, only the occasional clinking of glasses and the sound of drinking. Annie kept pouring wine for the two old people until there was no drop left.

"So, do you know where there are places to commemorate? I don't mean those monuments." William poured out half of the wine in his glass for the Soviet veterans, and took the opportunity to ask what he wanted to know the most.

"I understand. Those monuments record marshals and generals, great battles and deeds, but there are no names of soldiers." The veteran drank the last half of his glass of wine, wiped the wine stains on his beard with his worn-out sleeve, "Come with me."

Annie went to the front desk to pay the bill, and when she turned her head, she saw that the Soviet veteran had used his strong right hand to support William, who was trembling in the wheelchair, and set off. She hurriedly followed.

They crossed the red square all the way, passed the memorial hall, and passed a ruin behind the memorial hall.The building, which is full of bomb craters and part of the roof has collapsed, has been kept as it was at the end of 1942 as a witness of the tragic battle.

William looked at the ruins obsessively, dusty memories kept rolling in his mind, and tears slipped across his face, which had blurred his vision inadvertently.

"Have you fought here? That's fine, let's go and have a look." The veteran pushing the wheelchair noticed his abnormality, changed direction and walked towards the ruins of the building.

They approached the ruins, and there was a musty smell from the ruined walls, and there was nothing left except for some blackened bricks and wood.

"Apartment 61 was originally garrisoned by a dozen soldiers led by Sergeant Plov, and of course some civilians also joined the battle. At the end of October, a battalion of the German army came from all directions and launched a fierce attack here. At the last moment, Sergeant Plov called..."

At this time, the fat female tour guide came over with another group of tourists, and continued to introduce the war relics along the way loudly in her English with a strong accent, praising the fearless spirit of Soviet soldiers who sacrificed for the motherland, and used He gestured with his hands to show how many German soldiers were wiped out in which position nearby.

This time the speech was much better than before, and the voice was full of emotion. Those tourists from Britain and the United States were really taken aback by her.

"You and I know where the German army is better than her." The Soviet veteran sneered at the female guide's remarks.

William was not in the mood to listen to the tour guide's embellished narration. He wiped away the tears and looked up at the sky. Flocks of chirping sparrows flew in the blue sky.

"There weren't so many birds here before, were there?"

"There aren't many, but do you remember that there were some partridges back then, and their voices were awful. Every time you finished shelling, they would stop on the branches of trees. I always wondered why they weren't afraid."

"Partridge? I don't remember very well. It feels like the only animals in the city are the rats running around in the ruins."

The two old men were silent for a while again, and finally the Soviet veteran spoke first.

"Come on, I'll take you somewhere."

Finally they came to a small cemetery, the old man took out the key and opened the rusty old iron gate, allowing William and Anne to enter.In the cemetery, apart from a hut and the firewood piled next to it, there are only those large and small graves.

Most of these simple tombs are just engraved with the names of the deceased and the number of the troops on the wooden cross tombstones. Due to the passage of time, many of them can no longer see clearly what was written on them.

"Most of my comrades in arms are lying here, so I stay with them. A few years ago, a grave guard was still a good job. The annual income was enough for me to drink enough, and the government would often organize students around We came to visit the sacrifice, and now only we old people still remember this place."

There are only the three of them in the cemetery now, and whenever they walk through one grave after another, the Soviet old man will tell the story of the underground owner.

"Vassily, Zaitsev. Not in our company, but a great sniper. I remember seeing him often in the newspapers. I heard that he could have gone to the rear as a principal, but he insisted on the front."

They came to the end, where a deep pit had been dug but there was no coffin in it.

"This one is mine." The veteran said indifferently, and then pointed to the other half of the cemetery. There were also many mounds there, which were denser than here, and there were no tombstones.

"That's where you're looking for."

William nodded, took out a copper cigarette case from his pocket, lit one for the Soviet veteran and himself, and then reached out to greet his granddaughter.

"Annie, help me buy some flowers, white ones are fine, the more the better, hurry up."

Annie went away in response, and the conversation behind her became smaller and smaller with her footsteps.

"How did you get out of here?"

"At that time our planes would come to pick up the wounded, and they would only come when the weather was good. In the last few days I was knocked out by a shell, and when I woke up, I found myself lying in a field hospital. It can't be called a hospital, it's just a tent set up on top of the crater, and the brother next to me said that I was sent here by my brother and another soldier."

"What about your brother?"

"........."

There are no flower shops around the cemetery, but Anne remembers that there is one next to the memorial hall. Tourists are always fooled by the tour guide to buy flowers there, and then put them under the big monument.

Annie ran according to the route she remembered, and found the flower shop not long after, but when she opened the door, she accidentally bumped into another person who happened to come out.

"I'm sorry!" She apologized first, and then picked up the white lily on the ground for the customer. There was a note in the flower, which read in German: "For my best friend."

"Charlie!"

The man in black wool and a black top hat in front of him didn't take the flowers, but grabbed Anne excitedly, gripping her wrist so hard that it hurt.

"I'm not Xia Li, my name is Anne, Anne Winchell! You've got the wrong person!"

Annie's yelling attracted the attention of the people around her, and only then did she see clearly the appearance of the person in front of her.Gray hair at the temples, a sharp-edged face with only a few wrinkles on the forehead, a tall and straight figure, and sky-blue eyes that exude piercing gaze.

The old man in black finally realized his gaffe, and let go of the pinched red girl's wrist, but his eyes were still fixed on her.

"You said your name is Anne Winchell. Is there anyone in your family named William? William Winchell, from Berlin."

"That's my grandpa's name, but we've always lived in Faria and I'm buying him flowers, you know him?"

Annie asked curiously while rubbing her wrist. The more she looked at the old man, the more familiar she looked, and she felt a sense of intimacy from the bottom of her heart.

"Where is he? Take me to him."

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Friedheim didn't know how to describe his mood, excited?Happy?Fear?

In January 1943, after the death of Captain Feiger, he finally chose to surrender to the Soviet army, but the Soviets were not prepared to accept so many prisoners of war. They thought they would only capture 1 people, but they found out after the fight It is more than 5 people.

As a result, they could not provide enough bread or shelter (the surrounding houses were basically blown up), and German prisoners of war, including a large number of wounded, were trapped in the prisoner-of-war camp surrounded by earthen walls and barbed wire, unable to survive. Live this winter.

Friedheim knew that it was unrealistic to expect the Soviet army to improve their treatment, especially after considering how the German army treated Soviet prisoners of war. The overall death rate of German prisoners of war was much lower than that of Soviet prisoners of war.

But things soon turned around. As early as 1943, the Soviet army had already started planning to establish a Germany led by the red regime, so lucky people like him who were considered "reformable" were screened out.Especially those high-ranking officials, such as the 51st Army Commander Seydlitz Artillery General Seydlitz turned into a senior official of the "Free Germany" National Committee, busy with work to persuade other German troops to surrender.

Friedheim was not so lucky. He first joined the logistics team formed by the Soviets and did odd jobs in the factory. Later, he performed well and was proficient in German, English, and Russian, and was absorbed into the East German government. He joined the Stasi, the intelligence agency of East Germany, and once got mixed up with a middle-level leader, and married a Slavic girl to start a family.He has also been to Berlin in the past few decades, and his family has long been changed. Although he has seen his brother's name in an intelligence report, his identity cannot be verified.

The Stasi was notorious after the merger of Germany and Germany. He simply didn't want to go back to Germany. Relying on the money and connections he had accumulated before, he followed his wife to Russia to do some business. This time, he passed through Stalingrad to pay homage. There is a big surprise waiting for him.

With complicated emotions, he walked into a cemetery with his niece and granddaughter. Not far away, an old man in a wheelchair had his back turned to him, staring blankly at a mound of dirt.

He had already identified the old man by just a back view. He squirmed his lower lip but still didn't shout out. He made a quiet gesture towards his grandniece, and Friedheim walked quietly towards William. He wanted to Give my brother a surprise, just like when we were playing together when we were young.

"Annie? Did you buy the flowers?" William felt a hand on his shoulder. The naughty granddaughter always likes to be so funny, just like her grandmother.

But he soon realized something was wrong. It was a big old and powerful hand. He turned his head to look at the owner of the hand, and soon met Fredheim's eyes. William opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. There seemed to be thousands of words in the throat, but in the end it was only one sentence:

"Come back, that's good."

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The Main World 2 : Chapter 70 Chapter 68 Return

"The familiar ceiling."

Zaimuza opened his eyes, and the sunlight coming through the window glass was a bit dazzling, so he had to block the sun with his hands, which reminded him of the good time in Ukraine.

"wrong!"

In retrospect, Zai Muzao got up immediately, groping around with his hands.

"Where's my gun? Where's the others? Friedheim?"

No one responded to him, and what his hands touched was no longer the hard ground, but human stones.It was a soft bedding, and the warm sunlight felt very comfortable on his body.

Cai Muzuo looked around blankly, and what caught his eyes was a not-so-large long single-person apartment.