Qusiral can be said to be the second most under pressure from the German Army recently. Apart from Guderian who is fighting with Zhukov, the burden on his shoulders is the heaviest. ⊙, the timetable for the capture of Stalingrad was already urgent because of the Zhukov cluster's move south.

So he could not attack step by step according to his plan. At least he would draw out the main infantry of the N-Group Army before Guderian's troops collapsed and support the G-Group Army in the north.

The good news is that General Manstein sang triumphantly in the mountains and ridges, and had approached the important city of Grozny. The majority of the heavy artillery that attacked the Krim Peninsula was left to the N Army by Manstein as a bargaining chip to capture Stalingrad, and was pressed on the gambling table that decided the victory or defeat of the two countries.

In the past few days, Qusirel was not idle. His army started a fierce battle to accelerate the battle for Stalingrad. At the central railway station in Stalingrad, the German and Soviet troops fought wildly. The two sides invested 4,000 people repeatedly for battle less than one square kilometer. At the most tragic time, the bodies were covered with the positions of both sides.

When the German soldiers attacked the platform, the Soviet reinforcements here also arrived. The two sides launched a fierce hand-to-hand combat. In just two hours of battle, the Germans killed a total of 1,000 soldiers. Of course, the railway station was finally occupied by the Germans, and the ruins were filled with dense potholes made by bullets.

The place where the goods were originally used to hoard goods has now become a place for corpses to accumulate. Blood gathers from the platform, then flows along the platform, and finally drys up on the stone steps, which looks shocking. A group of German soldiers and a large group of Ukrainian soldiers desperately build their own fortifications. This is a habit that has been developed over the past month. Every time I arrive at a new place, I have to be arranged in this way.

In the evening, everything was settled into tranquility, and then with a shout from unknown where the Soviet Red Army's night attack began on time like going to work. The cruel night battle tormented the fragile will of the soldiers on both sides, and the tracer bullets were even brighter and dazzling against the backdrop of the night.

The flares suddenly shone in the sky, and the vicinity was immediately illuminated like daytime. Then dense gunfire came from all directions, and all moving objects exposed to the light were immediately shot into sieve by these flying bullets.

The Soviet army invested more soldiers, and groups of Soviet Red Army shouting "Ula" rushed out of the surrounding buildings and were entangled with the German soldiers who were at a disadvantage in number. One scream after another came, and the bloody and cruel hand-to-hand combat kicked off at the end of the battle. Then, as the German soldiers fell one after another, the place gradually returned to its proper peace.

Before the surviving Soviets took a breath and took a rest, the German heavy artillery shells cut through the sky and flew over. Revenge is always so timely that people can't even make a run. The huge explosion echoed in the night sky, and the flash of the shell explosion accompanied by the splashing of the broken limbs and broken arms made the sky at night feel a thick blood red.

The entire Stalingrad battle lasted all night, and when the sun shone its first ray of light on the local gaze, the Germans were liberated from their defensive posture all night, so the dusty grenades, holding their steel guns, came to a warm-up exercise before breakfast.

The continuous launch of rocket launchers by building destroyers was the prelude to this warm-up movement. More than a dozen iron fist rockets fired continuously knocked a building stationed by the Soviets into ruins in one breath. After this round of volleys, the German offensive troops naturally launched their attacks.

The German grenadiers leaned against the walls of buildings on both sides of the street, bent their upper bodies and grenades in their rifles, started their attack with fine steps. The machine gun team supporting their attack had climbed to the top of the ruins in the distance, skillfully stretched out the bipod of the machine gun, and pressed the links into the machine gun body.

A Soviet soldier struggling to stand up from the ruins had no idea where he was standing. He coughed and slapped the soil and dust hanging on his body, while turning his body to hope to see some familiar scenes.

Just a few dozen seconds ago, he was still in a bunker near the building, waiting for the attack of German soldiers. As a result, with the vibration caused by countless loud explosions, the entire building began to collapse. Before he could figure out what was going on, the bunker he was hiding became a pit that almost buried alive.

"Ahem! Ahem!" He narrowed his eyes, trying to find his former comrades and everything he knew from the floating dust. But he was destined to be disappointed. Apart from some of the furniture that had been buried most of the furniture, he could only find his comrades' arms, or exposed boots or rifles in the rubble under his feet.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and he finally saw clearly where he was. The Soviet soldier, who was probably only 18 years old, raised his head in despair and looked in the direction he originally needed to shoot and defend.

There, a German grenade, who was only eighteen or nineteen years old, straightened his body. He held the g43 semi-automatic rifle in his hand, and under the brim of the cold steel helmet, there were also cold and ruthless eyes.

The young Soviet soldier twitched, as if he wanted to squeeze out a smile, but in the end he failed because the person opposite him seemed not to look at him with a smile. The same young German grenade pulled the trigger pressed by his fingers and accurately pierced the head of the Soviet Red Army with one bullet.

Without struggle or hesitation, the Soviet soldier lying backwards while his head exploded, and then fell on the rugged rubble ruins, twisting into strange shapes as the terrain was twisted. From this moment on, he was no different from the ruins. After a few hours, he would be buried by the collapsed bricks and tiles around him, or covered with a thick layer of dust.

As they got closer and closer to the core of Stalingrad, the Germans found more and more things that they were grateful for. For example, the soldiers of the 14th Infantry Army found 20 tons of potatoes and other food hidden by the Soviets in the basement of an unknown small block. Because of the unexpected surprise, the soldiers on the front line enjoyed their first extra meal on the front line.

As the commander-in-chief of the attack on Stalingrad, General Qusiral had already issued a military order to Akado. The general vowed that if he could not take over the occupied city within 15 days, he would resign as commander of the N Group Army and personally carry a Mauser rifle into Stalingrad.

Unfortunately, two days passed, his troops lost 20,000 people, but only captured two blocks. The battle seemed to be out of reach, but obviously Quheerer did not give up. He was dispatching troops and trying to fulfill his oath to the head of state or the entire empire.

Of course, it is not possible to complete the task by swearing. Guan Yu made a vow in front of Huarong Road, but in the end he still regarded his words as fart. I won’t talk about the examples of the distance. Recently, this example is Rokosovsky who vowed to guard Stalingrad. Now it seems that his oath has not played the role of the stabilizing needle.

In his dilapidated and dark basement, Rokosovsky had a look of frustration on his pale face. Don't ask why so many poor people who stick to the city had an indissoluble bond with the basement. It was not a coincidence that Hitler in another time and space, Churchill, Khrushchev, and Rokosovsky in this time and space were buried in the basement at the last moment. Because it is difficult to find a safer place than a reinforced basement in the city full of ruins.

The Stalingrad defender (very good talkative) who ordered Stalingrad to live and die with Stalingrad must be full of expectations for Zhukov to arrive in time. He really doesn't have many reserve teams in his hands now. While consuming the German army, Rokosovsky was also consuming the troops in his hands for thousands.

At the beginning, he could still calmly compare with Qusirel who had the patience and reserve team stronger, but he lost half of Stalingrad as he fought, which made him very restless. So both sides invested in repeated battles, and the losses of the Soviet Union rose sharply at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The German snipers and special forces were much more powerful in urban street fighting than the Soviets imagined. A small team of more than a dozen people could often remove hundreds of Soviet soldiers and could almost escape. In order to kill 17 soldiers in special forces such as the German army, Rokosovsky suffered more than 900 lives.

Now, the German frontier position is really only one kilometer away from his command center. This is really a bit of a pain for Rokosovsky, who was once the number one figure in the Soviet military.

He really doesn't want to leave this stage. He wants to stand in the center of the stage to interpret his role. Whether it is important or at the edge, he has to have such a role under this recast world order.
Chapter completed!