"Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu suddenly came from the corridor. Some were the sound of German assault rifles, and some sounded like the sound of **sand submachine guns. In short, the sound of shooting everywhere made the entire basement lively for a while. ￡,

After about a few dozen seconds, the gunshots gradually stopped. The noise just now seemed to have never happened. A strange smile appeared on the face of the captain of the guard: "Look, don't worry too much. Now the people in the trouble have been cleared. You are my new life-saving talisman."

A guard with a **sand submachine gun walked in and stood at the sight of the guard captain: "Sir, the entire headquarters is under our control, and all the stubborn personnel have been cleaned up."

"Well done, take our Commander Rokosovsky to see the sunshine outside. After all, he has been sitting here for a long time and seems to have forgotten that some things cannot be changed. The Third Reich won, and this is the new issue we need to consider now." The captain of the guard shook his pistol twice and signaled Rokosovsky to leave first.

The general, who had worked under Timuxinge and eventually became one of Zhukov's most powerful commanders, walked out of the office he had not left for three days with heavy steps. Behind him, was not the guards who protected him, but two traitors who were holding him with guns.

Outside the office door, there was a Soviet soldier standing. The soldier was carrying a submachine gun. At the feet of the soldier carrying a submachine gun, two female secretaries with golden hair were lying out of the chests of the two corpses. The two civilian female soldiers responsible for handling documents were lying quietly on the floor, silently.

Rokosovsky continued to move forward, and the body at his feet became a young guard who had been loyal to him. The guard was Rokosovsky's cousin and nephew. He originally wanted to make a living by his relatives, but now he died with his eyes closed.

After walking out of the room outside, there were a lot of corpses. After all, there were many guards and soldiers placed here, so when the initial rebellion occurred, the people here instinctively resisted resolutely. Dozens of soldiers either died against the wall or lay in the middle of the corridor. Some were rebels holding submachine guns, some were officers holding pistols and civilians.

"You can definitely control this place with better-looking means..." Rokosovsky walked to the wall, squatted down, and reached out to touch the staff officer who had just walked out of his office. This man worked with him for a year, and the two of them had a deep friendship.

The staff member held a small and delicate pistol and looked at Rokosovsky with his eyes blank. Obviously he could no longer close his eyes, nor could he raise the weapon in his hand to the enemy. There were several holes on his body, and the blood had dyed his military uniform red. Rokosovsky sighed, stood up from the ground, and continued to walk forward under the custody of many soldiers.

Going further apart, Rokosovsky finally saw the German special forces he had been thinking about day and night. These elite operation troops made of special materials were made of special materials. At this moment, he looked him up and down with his deep eyes curiously.

The tactical vests of these people seem to be styles that they have never seen before. Even the military uniforms inside the vests are different from ordinary German infantry. Some of them carry mg-44 assault rifles, some of them carry g43 semi-automatic rifles, some of them are smoking against the wall, and some are guarding surrendered command personnel.

"Where is your officer? In this case, I still want to talk to your officers. After all, I don't like talking to a traitor. This is my personal dignity." Rokosovsky spoke to a German special forces soldier who looked like an officer, and said in a sarcastic tone.

"They basically don't know Russian. I think no matter how much you say, he won't understand what you said." The captain of the guard sneered and pointed the gun at Rokosovsky's back, signaling him not to talk nonsense and continue walking forward.

Sure enough, the Germans were indifferent and allowed the captain of the guard to drive Rokosovsky forward. Rokosovsky shouted loudly, hoping to attract others' attention: "Is anyone good at Russian? I am the highest commander here, and I want to discuss things with people who understand Russian."

A German official finally stopped Rokosovsky, who was about to walk out of the basement, and then asked in skilled Russian: "Hello, I can understand what you say. We need to do a lot of things. I hope you don't waste our time. What exactly do you want to say can start."

"If you want, I can order all the troops here to stop resisting..." Rokosovsky said with some trembling words: "There are enough people dead here, really enough. I want to do something for those who survive, and I hope you can understand."

More than ten minutes later, the loudspeaker in the square sounded a long-lost sound. The Soviet soldiers struggling in the ruins heard a familiar voice and heard a message that made them unbelievable: "Dear Red Army soldiers, all the comrades who are still fighting... I am Konstantin Konstantinovich Rokosovsky... If you are willing, please obey my last order, put down the weapons in your hands, and stop all unnecessary resistance. The Battle of Stalingrad has ended, and you have done your best."

"Thank you for your long-term bravery and tenacity. It was me, the incompetent man who brought you into this abyss of despair. I am destined to be a clown, but you don't need to take your own life for me. Put down your weapons. The German commander has promised to guarantee everyone's safety, as long as you give up resistance." Rokosovsky's trembling voice finally stopped, and the gunshots in Stalingrad also became sparse.

When the commander-in-chief of Stalingrad walked out of the basement, he saw the German leopard tanks parked at the door, the bodies of the Soviet defenders, the invisible ruins and rubble. There were vague gunfires on the streets not far away, and it seemed that the resistance here did not stop immediately as he hoped.

Some soldiers who had lost their souls began to curl up in the corner and commit suicide. Many people cried loudly but refused to leave their weapons. There were shouts of surrender everywhere, mixed with the dense gunfire of sudden violent fire. Some civilians rushed out from somewhere, standing on both sides of the street, watching the dejected Soviet soldiers passing by with their hands holding up.

The nearly two-month-long hard battle has finally ended today, and the soldiers who seem to have forgotten how normal days look like have lost their last belief in supporting themselves. They have not stopped the invaders from occupying the city named by the leader, and they are sorry for the hundreds of thousands of seniors who died here.

Rokosovsky felt the sunlight a little dazzling. He narrowed his eyes, then raised his arms, and covered the sunlight above his head with his palms. Looking along the dazzling light, on a building with only four floors not far away, more than a dozen German grenadiers were busy hanging a red 10,000-character flag on the wall.

Huge curtain-like flags spread out on the exterior walls of the building, accompanied by one sound after another, and increasingly neatly shouting to the name "Akado Rudolph". An armored vehicle was filled with German soldiers, and under the escort of two teams of Ukrainian soldiers carrying weapons, they passed by Rokosovsky.

The armored vehicle was no longer a machine gun that was showing off its might, but a temporary speaker. The speaker was repeatedly replayed with the order that General Rokosovsky had ordered surrender, calling on all Soviet warriors who were standing on the position to put down their weapons and stand up to surrender.

A team of German soldiers came over with their weapons. Beside them were Soviet prisoners holding their heads with their hands in their hands. These people were fighting bloody to prevent Stalingrad from falling into the hands of the Germans an hour ago. They were full of heroism here who died in battle an hour ago. Unfortunately, once they had such a glimmer of hope, most people would still choose to live humbly, because they could have the opportunity to wait for another hope.

"Bah!" A Soviet battalion commander who was walking forward with his head holding his hands in his arms saw Rokosovsky standing next to the leopard tank on the roadside. He sputumed on the ground. When he passed by this former immediate boss, he spat on the ground with anger: "****! Traitors! How many people died here because of your order? They trust you, they died for your order! But you actually have the face to live in this world!"

The officer of the German Special Forces glanced at the swearing battalion commander, then smiled, took out a box of exquisitely packaged French cigarettes from his pocket, tore open the lid and pulled out two, handed them to the captain of the guard, and one to Rokosovsky. Then he also lit the cigarettes for the two of them, and then took out another cigarette to light them himself: "If you feel uncomfortable, I can shut up."

Before Rokosovsky could speak, a gunshot came from afar. The Soviet captive battalion commander who was still cursing just now fell to the ground. Another unlucky guy beside him was also hit by the same bullet and fell to the ground with a scream.
Chapter completed!