Steel Soviet Union

The two groups of German soldiers, who carried each other's last hope, finally met in Chuikov's command hall where various documents, fallen chairs, desks, and wires were scattered all over the place. They were obviously in an embarrassing situation, staring at each other. I couldn't believe the fatigue shown by the other party.

"Where is your commander? Where is Captain Schent? Where are the others!?"

The German commando lieutenant colonel who led the team had his face covered in blood and stains, and his whole throat looked like a bloody gash had been cut with a knife. He asked hoarsely and loudly.

A German second lieutenant with the highest surviving rank blinked his eyes. Lieutenant Colonel Daisler looked like he was crawling out of a pile of dead people. He didn't look like he had won a battle. He felt as if he had just been blasted by a Russian and survived. Generally, in other words, even worse than my own group of people!

"Captain Schent, Captain Schent, he was killed by the Russians, sir. He led the team at the front. We encountered an ambush by the Russians halfway. Dozens of guns were waiting for us at the corner. Schent As soon as the captain dodged, he was immediately beaten into a hornet's nest. Everyone saw that scene, everyone alive saw it. "

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Captain Schent was dead, the assault team was driven back and failed, and our group was finished.

The above three sentences were all that flashed through the mind of Lieutenant Colonel Desler, who was in charge of leading the team, after hearing these words.

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

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

Many fragmented and profound memories flashed through his mind, including when he was a child, surrounded by his mother's knees in the kitchen, bathing in the sun and watching his mother cooking and happily waiting for the meal, including what he saw when he graduated from college. The smiles of joy and blessing on the faces of the parents, including themselves holding the hands of their lovers and walking through the wedding ceremony under the formation of comrades holding daggers.

Of course, it also includes the scene where when I learned that I would soon be a father, I sat on the ruins of Stalingrad with a letter in my hand and almost cried with excitement.

Unfortunately, judging from the current situation, it is very likely that I will never have the chance to see the moment that I have longed for.

At the other end of the combat command hall, Malashenko, who had solved the troublesome German machine gunner, was still leading the charge. The last underground tunnel in front of him was only a short distance away from reaching the target.

"Wait, Malashenko! Why are there no gunshots? Something's wrong!"

The gunshots Lavrinenko mentioned were not the sound of firefights in which his group had stopped for a while, but the sound of fierce firefights coming from the other side.

Both Malashenko and Lavrinenko knew that this was the sound of an extremely fierce exchange of fire between Captain Karamov and his men. The general direction of the gunfire and the perfect timing were definitely correct!

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

"What do you mean? Something's wrong with Karamov?"

"No, that's not what I meant. On the contrary, I think Karamov and his men may have killed all the Germans! Didn't you hear that when the last gunfire stopped, our Bobosha gunfire accounted for the majority? ? There were even a few Mosin-Nagant gunshots. The only ones who could bring this thing into the tunnel were the workers' armed groups. How could the Germans use this thing?"

Lavrinenko reminded him like this, and Malashenko, who rolled his eyes and thought about it, thought it made sense. After such an analysis, it seems that the people on his side really have the upper hand. Maybe those German guys really have the upper hand. They may have been killed!

"No matter what, these German guys are already blocked and they can't escape! We'll find out if we win the battle!"

"Everyone, keep moving forward! Prepare to fight"

Malashenko's raised right hand stopped in mid-air before he lowered it. Suddenly, an unexpected sound came from the last corner of the corridor in front of him.

"Surrender, don't fire, surrender! The Germans surrender!"

Damn it, you're smelling bad! The German Maoist language is really awkward for you. What does the head of state think?

Malashenko, who was complaining wildly in his heart, dared to pat his chest and promise.

The broken Russian that came from the corner of the corridor in front of me was definitely not spoken by a Soviet person. The stiff tone that almost stretched out the tongue had no trace of Russian at all. The smooth flavor of speaking as if it was a candy ball in the mouth, 9% Nineteen point ninety-nine comes from a German with two Russian knives!

"Don't shoot, stop firing first! Wait for my order!"

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

The German second lieutenant, who held a few pieces of white document paper in his hands as a temporary white flag, soon appeared at the end of Malashenko's field of vision, leading a whole team behind him who raised their hands above their heads in a French military salute. The total number of these embarrassed German soldiers totaled more than thirty! It is obviously the last remaining main force of the German commandos.

"Are you carrying weapons? If so, throw them away quickly, lest you become corpses."

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

The Soviet commander opposite could actually speak German, which made the German second lieutenant who was leading the team who was anxiously thinking of Russian words suddenly look excited.

"There are no weapons, all of us have no weapons! The weapons are just thrown in the front room. We only have uniforms and water bottles. If the water bottles are considered weapons, we can throw them away now!"

Malashenko, who was nestled in the corner, now regretted why he had to use German to show off, because the stupid German guy opposite spoke too fast, and his German skills were only half understood. .

What does kettle weapon mean? The Germans turned kettles into bombs? What a piece of shit!

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

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

"Lieutenant Colonel Deisler is in the big room in front. He gave us the order to let us choose to break out of the encirclement, fight to the end to be loyal to the Führer, or surrender, and handed over the power to us."

Upon hearing this answer, Malashenko was stunned for a moment, then became happy again.

It is rare to see a German commander with such a personality, so it seems necessary for him to go and meet him in person.

boom--

As soon as Malashenko took a step towards the combat command room, a crisp gunshot unique to the Ruger P08 pistol tore apart the brief tranquility, and echoed from the combat command room right in front of him. Continuously.