As the deadliest battle in history, the total number of deaths in Stalingrad between the Germans and the Soviet Red Army, including civilians who tragically lost their lives in the fighting, exceeded 2 million.

From July 17 to September 13, 1942, after the indiscriminate bombardment of the city and the tug-of-war between the two sides on the periphery, the Germans entered the city of Stalingrad. And the whole campaign also entered the most brutal urban defense battle. This time the battlefield mission is precisely at this stage.

From a contractor who is well-versed in history, Zhou Qi generally understands the background of this mission. Through talking with the Soviet soldiers who were traveling with them, it became clear that this was the 62nd Army, commanded by Lieutenant General Chuikov, which was ordered to defend the city. He basically already has his own understanding of mission development.

Due to the participation of the contractors, after losing more than a dozen fighters, the interval between German air strikes on troops along the route became longer and longer.

Under Zhou Qi's organization, the team composed of contractors also continued to grow, from more than a dozen people brought by Hassan at the beginning, snowballing, to a scale of more than 100 people.

Take advantage of the time when the Soviet soldiers are resting on the spot. At Zhou Qi's suggestion, more than 100 people also gathered together. Based on the experience of previous missions, they were spontaneously divided into several squads.

"Daddy!" At this time, Xia Ruobing's crisp and beautiful voice finally came to his ears.

Zhou Qi's face was overjoyed, and he didn't care about the surprised gaze in his eyes after others heard this chic title. Hurriedly separated the crowd and walked over.

He smiled and took Xia Ruobing's hand, and looked at the three people who were coming from behind her.

The middle-aged man walking in the middle, under his thick eyebrows, a pair of black eyes were bright. The top of his head is the same as Fu Yunsheng's, with a jet-black board size. In the majesty inadvertently revealed on the face of the national character, there was a hint of a warm smile. This must be the captain uncle Qin Fei that Xia Ruobing often hangs in his mouth.

Zhang Dingjun, a tall and strong man with a big axe in his hand, glared at Zhou Qi viciously. Zhou Qi tasted a bit of pretended fierceness. Looks like this is an interesting guy.

"I've been following you all the way for so long, it's really hard for you." Zhou Qi looked at the fat man who was shrunk behind Qin Fei and was dressed in black. Said hello with a smile.

"Can you spot me?" Zhao Daming's chubby body shuddered. The little eyes on the round face looked Zhou Qi up and down incredulously.

"Guess?"

“.…..”

"I'm Qin Fei, it's nice to meet you Zhou Qi." Qin Fei stepped forward with a smile and stretched out his hand to shake Zhou Qi. Then he glanced around the contractors around him.

"What are you going to do now?" He automatically ignored Xia Ruobing's fierce eyes on the side. Turning his head, he asked with a serious look on his face.

"I want to ask Brother Qin Fei a question first. Is there more than one Nightmare Space? Zhou Qi thought for a moment, then looked up and asked a question that seemed unrelated.

"It seems that you have guessed, according to my judgment, there is indeed more than one!"

There was an uproar among the contractors who had gathered around, and many had only heard of this astonishing news until now. If it weren't for someone who confirmed that he said this, it was the famous Qin Fei, they wouldn't have believed it.

"Then Brother Qin Fei, can I understand it this way, now two unknown beings are playing against each other, the battlefield mission scene is the chessboard, and all of us are chess pieces?" Zhou Qi looked directly into Qin Fei's eyes, and the expression on his face was unprecedentedly serious.

That's a good analogy. When I first entered, there was only one living quarters in Sin City. The number of contractors is also very small. Qin Fei didn't answer him directly, and when he spoke, the smile on his face disappeared. His expression became equally serious.

"I understand, thank you, Brother Qin Fei! If the safety of the ferry can ensure the smooth crossing of the river by the Soviet troops, then there must be a reason to prevent the destruction of the oil storage tank. At the very least, it shows that the oil storage tank has an important impact on the future war situation. I want to take someone to lurk over and control the tank storage area in my hands. Zhou Qi decisively said his plan.

"That's right, it seems that you have already thought that the entire battlefield mission is made up of multiple nodes. Winning every node can have a huge impact on the development of the battle situation in the future. To meet more people, rush to the ferry as soon as possible! After Qin Fei finished speaking his opinion, he reached out and patted Zhou Qi's shoulder as if encouraging.

In the Volga River basin in mid-September, the weather has become cold, and there is even a thin layer of ice floe on some rivers. Captain Gnomonov, codenamed Angel, was leading his reconnaissance assault team and, after receiving an order from the division headquarters, quickly rushed along the river bank to the ferry on the east bank.

Their goal was to destroy a German stronghold east of Stalingrad. The base is located in an old house. It was once the residence of the famous biologist Professor Gurikov. According to intelligence, a regiment of Germans was stationed around. Tight control was held over the tank storage area and nearby residential areas.

In the distance, Gnomonov could already see tens of thousands of fighters busy tying rafts out of makeshift trees near the assembly point. The rafts will continue to stretch forward along the water until they join together to form a pontoon bridge across both banks.

In the distance, fires to the west and north of the city are still burning, the same ones that had been ignited in the bombardment a week earlier. As dusk approached, the skylight turned the sky red. The sporadic sound of gunfire was still as usual in the usual way.

Gnomonov suddenly looked up into the distance, and the low humming sound gradually became clear from far and near. That's the plane of the Germans! These damn brutes took advantage of the remnants of the daylight at dusk to launch an air raid! Usually this is meal time, that is, the animals will stop fighting when they drink water and eat!

Dense chains of bullets and whistling bombs, like the scythe of death, harvest life to their heart's content. The roaring cannons were aimed at the fighters on the rafts. With a high splash of water, a large number of Soviet soldiers who were busy building pontoon bridges fell silently. In the water around the pontoon, like a red ribbon stained with blood, floated forward.

Several anti-aircraft guns on the shore roared incessantly, and the two heavy machine guns mounted on the roof also spewed out two half-meter-long fire snakes. A total of 7 enemy aircraft launched the air strike. Gnomonov hid behind a wooden house on one side and saw it clearly. Even though he knew that it was almost impossible to cause any results, he raised the Bobosha submachine gun in his hand and pulled the trigger hard.

At this moment, a muffled gunshot rang out, and a plane exploded into a fireball in an instant, and the remaining wreckage fell into the river with a wail. More gunshots rang out continuously, another one! Three! Four planes! Four planes were destroyed! He followed the sound of the gun. To his surprise, these comrades, who destroyed four planes of the Germans, turned out to look like a group of armed militiamen without uniforms!

Some of them even had knives, guns and axes! Gnomonov's mind was in complete chaos. The remaining three enemy planes seemed to be frightened, pulled up in altitude, and fled decisively.

Gnomonov let out a long sigh. Strode towards the heroes who shot down the plane. He decided to invite them to join the operation while finding out, and having such a sharpshooter was crucial to his mission.

"Hah! How am I talking about it, Zhou Qi really played a good plane! Now you believe it! Hassan showed off loudly to Zhang Dingjun, as if these four fighters were shot down by him. Of course, if he is allowed to open the hanging, it is estimated that he will have no problem shooting 10 planes.

Zhang Dingjun laughed and squeezed his eyes at Zhou Qi. He held out his thumb again.

"Da Ming, you said that this man is called a good plane, what is the name of a woman?" Looking at Zhou Qi, who was full of black lines, he asked Zhao Daming next to him.

"Uh. "Zhao Daming peeked at Xia Ruobing, who was glaring at him with murderous eyes. He gave his own answer in a low voice.

At this moment, even Qin Fei couldn't help coughing a few times.

"You two bastards! Look for death! ”

Dumbfounded, Gnomonov looked at everything in front of him. I can't help but start to doubt my previous thoughts. Is it a mistake to come to such a group of militia yourself?

As the route continues to converge, more than 380 contractors have arrived at the ferry in advance so far. More people are coming. Stalingrad ahead, as night falls, the enemy hidden in the darkness is waiting for them!