With a loud bang, a building with only one wall left finally collapsed in a trembling state. The dust hit the ground with the collapsed walls, and finally slowed down with the air waves and became indifferent in the surrounding air.

After a cannon was set up in the ruins not far away, the Soviet 122mm caliber howitzer had just fired two shells. A huge camouflage net was pulled above its head, which was used to hide from German planes. The camouflage net was covered with dust. From the sky, it was just a ruin.

"Where is the ammunition? Is there no more?" A Soviet artillery turned around and looked at the loader who was searching for a pile of empty ammunition boxes in the distance. They have been carrying out fierce artillery attacks with the German artillery these days, but the once powerful Soviet artillery has now gradually fallen under the precariousness.

"We have no shells anymore. The truck that went to the division headquarters to get ammunition has not come back yet, and I don't know what happened." The loader helplessly threw away an empty ammunition box in his hand and replied.

When talking about the two soldiers leaving in the car, everyone showed unnatural expressions on their faces. Just a few hours ago, the ammunition here was about to be sold out, so the commander of the cannon arranged for two soldiers to get the ammunition, but he had not returned yet.

The entire Stalingrad turned into a ruin, and there is no so-called safe place on this ruin now, even if there are any, it is still in the occupied area of ​​the Germans. So the disappearance in a chaotic place for a few hours means that these two people are now in danger.

The latest news is that German soldiers have begun to appear on a street several hundred meters away from here, so they have not dared to walk around in the direction of German troops these days. As artillery soldiers, they have not suffered much loss. Of course, the two soldiers who have not returned to the team are not counted.

Compared with the Soviet infantry on the front line, the Soviet artillery here is already very lucky. At least they still have a chance to live, and those infantry can only struggle in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Just two blocks away, in a small square, the bodies accumulated by Soviet soldiers had almost nowhere to be seen in the entire square. This turned out to be the place where the Soviet Union concentrated on handling corpses and wounded. After the German army fought here, it became a battlefield for soldiers of the two armies to compete for each other.

So no one dealt with the piles of corpses. The soldiers in the field hospital were already dead, and there were still many guns used by Soviet troops scattered on the ground, and some of the bodies even held the rifles they used when they committed suicide.

If there is a real end of the world, this is the end of the world; if there is really hell in the world, this is hell. Although the weather is cold, you can still smell some strange stench here, so there is another name in this small square called Smold Street.

"Ula!" With a shout, hundreds of Soviet soldiers braved the German guns and bullets to charge towards the opposite side. They held rifles and shouted slogans and staggered on the bodies, while the Germans on the opposite side calmly shot bullets into the chests of the new recruits.

One after another, Soviet soldiers fell on the body and were then stepped by the soldiers following behind. In the end, the attack ended with a slight start, and most of the hundreds of Soviet soldiers in charge of the attack remained tragically on this famous stinky street. Their bodies would rot little by little with the temperature, and eventually turned into stench, polluting the noses of all living people here.

This is Stalingrad, a place where the Soviet Union must defend even if it fights to death, so countless Soviet soldiers rushed here one after another, facing the machine guns and cannons of the German troops, and used their flesh and blood to defend their motherland. A group of people came, then died here, and more people made up for it, and continued to fight here until they died, yes, this is Stalingrad.

Although the weather has become warmer, Stalingrad is still extremely cold, and the tap water supply and electricity supply have basically collapsed. All that is left here is fighting, constant fighting and killing, fighting for the sake of being able to continue living humbly in the ruins.

Soviet soldiers had filled in Stalingrad with a total of 270,000 soldiers. These soldiers were sent by divisions one by one and then threw them into a complex battlefield. In most cases, they would be exhausted the next day. Most of the troops did not need any logistics supplements, and they did not need food or even ammunition. They just died on the battlefield, using their own death to force the Germans to stop and wait for supplements.

If the city on the Volga River was a city of hope that represents rebirth before the Soviet-German War, then it is now a land of death symbolizing destruction. Hundreds of thousands of undead soldiers on both sides wandered in the city, making the city still extremely cold in April nights.

A car suddenly stopped beside the Soviet cannon position. An officer and a soldier walked down the car. They looked around and then said something bad: "We are infantry nearby. We found a car destroyed on the roadside while patrolling."

The officer said, while handing some documents and military cards to the artillery officer: "You can see if they are soldiers of your troops."

As expected, the relics of these dead were indeed two people who they sent to get the shells. So the commander of the cannon nodded, put away the relics and said, "It's my subordinates. It seems that they were killed in your place."

"I don't know if this is in line with the order you received. If I were you, it would be better to move the cannon back 200 meters. The German army's nearest front position is only more than 120 meters away. Maybe with just one charge, they can hit here." The infantry officer lit a cigarette, then squinted his eyes and said.

120 meters? This distance is indeed very unsafe, but as the commander of this cannon, he did not receive the order to retreat from his superiors, so for a moment, the Soviet artillery commander didn't know what to do, so he could only remain silent and not speak.

At this time, it is very common to not receive orders to retreat. The chaotic communication system has long collapsed, and the division headquarters or a command center has been killed by the German special forces. If all orders were waiting for the superior troops to issue, the Soviet army would have long lost Stalingrad.

"I understand, I'll retreat now..." As he said, he looked at the car that the infantry officer drove.

"Forget it, stop thinking about my car... push it yourself." The infantry officer threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and got on the car with his guards. On the road with rubble, the car disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The rest began to gather the 122mm caliber cannons that they had set up. After all, this was their fighting weapon and a talisman that they did not have to go to the front line. Everyone was careful, afraid that something would happen to the cannon, because according to Stalingrad street fighting, if the artillery was damaged, the artillery would have to go to the front line to serve as infantry.

Several kilometers away, it was the core part of the Soviet Stalingrad defenders, where there were hidden field hospitals and artillery positions disguised as ruins. Many soldiers who had just arrived in Stalingrad collected their guns and ammunition here, and then headed to the terrible frontline.

"Sorry, I have to leave here." In the dim basement, an officer with a huge scar on his face said to Rokosovsky in a muffled voice: "Since the G Army is no longer here, I don't need me here."

"Of course you need here, Captain Wolf." Rokosovsky stared at the tank war ace who had been kindly received by Stalin: "You know that since the beginning of the war and until now, no living person has left Stalingrad. I don't want you to be this exception."

"I only have one mission, which is to destroy the guy named Renne. He is no longer here, I can feel it." Wolf sneered and ignored Rokosovsky's threatening tone and replied directly: "So I'll find the pass to you to leave here, and I'll leave tonight."

Rokosovsky slapped the table and said furiously: "You are running away at the last battle! I urged your troops to go to the battlefield, but you always use the name Rennes to make excuses me. This is a betrayal of the revolution! This is a disloyal to the motherland! If you dare to leave, I will dare to shoot you!"

"Hmph." Wolf laughed twice, then looked at Rokosovsky: "You dare not, because if I was killed by you, it proves that you are disloyal to the great Comrade Stalin... Because, I graduated from the Wolf Knights School, Stalin knows that we will never betray him in our lives. Since I have not betrayed, you are the only one who betrayed."

"You...!" Rokosovsky wanted to drag the guy who spoke coldly but didn't help him with the work and shot him. But in the end he gritted his teeth and gave up the idea, stared at Wolf and asked, "Where are you going? I'll give you a pass."

"Kursk." Wolf replied: "I will not take my weapons and equipment, just leave here by boat tonight. Thank you for understanding me... After all, we are all working for the great Comrade Stalin."
Chapter completed!