Quchrell can be said to be the second most stressed general in the German Army recently, and apart from Guderian, who is fighting with Zhukov, the burden on his shoulders can be said to be the heaviest. The timetable for the capture of Stalingrad, which had been abundant, became urgent because of the southward movement of Zhukov's cluster.

As a result, he could not fully follow his plan to attack step by step, at least he had to draw the main infantry of Army N to support Army Group G to the north before Guderian's forces collapsed.

The good news is that General Manstein has triumphantly triumphed through the mountains and has approached the important town of Grozny. A large part of the heavy artillery of Army Group M's attack on the Crimean Peninsula that year was left by Manstein to Army Group N, as a bargaining chip for the capture of Stalingrad, and pressed on the table that would decide the outcome of the two countries.

In the central railway station of Stalingrad, the Germans and the Soviets fought frantically, and the two sides invested 4,000 people in less than one square kilometer to fight repeatedly, and at the most tragic time, the corpses were covered with the positions of the two warring sides.

When the German soldiers attacked the platform, the Soviet soldiers here also arrived in time, and the two sides engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat, and in just two hours of fighting, the Germans lost a full 1,000 soldiers. Of course, the station was finally occupied by the Germans, and the ruins were full of potholes from bullets.

What was once a place to hoard goods is now a place where corpses are piled up, and the blood collects from the platform, then flows down the platform, and finally dries up the stone steps, which looks shocking. A group of German soldiers and a large group of Ukrainian soldiers desperately built their own fortifications, a habit that had been cultivated for many months, and was to be arranged in this way every time they arrived in a new place.

In the evening, everything was quiet, and then, at a cry from nowhere, the night attack of the Soviet Red Army began on time as if it were going to work. The brutal night battle tormented the fragile will of the soldiers on both sides, and the tracer bullets were even brighter and more dazzling against the backdrop of the night.

The flares flashed abruptly in the sky, and the vicinity was immediately illuminated as if it were day. Then a dense burst of gunfire came from all directions, and all the moving objects exposed to the light were immediately sifted by these flying bullets.

The Soviets threw in more soldiers, and groups of Soviet Red Army, shouting "Ula", rushed out of the surrounding buildings and tangled with the numerically inferior German soldiers. Screams were heard, and the bloody and brutal hand-to-hand combat began at the end of the battle, and then as the German soldiers fell one by one, the place gradually returned to its due calm.

Before the surviving Soviets could catch their breath and rest, shells from German heavy artillery pierced the sky and flew over. Revenge is always so timely, so timely that people don't even have time to make a running move. A huge explosion echoed in the night sky, the flash of the cannonball's explosion accompanied by the flying stumps and severed arms, making the night sky glow a thick blood-red.

The battle for Stalingrad lasted all night, and when the sun gave its first rays on the horizon, the Germans were freed from a defensive stance all night, and the dusty grenadiers, with their steel guns, warmed up before breakfast.

The barbots were the prelude to this warm-up campaign, and a dozen successive iron-fist rockets blasted a building where the Soviets were stationed into ruins in one fell swoop, and the German attacking forces naturally launched their attack after this volley.

Leaning against the walls of the buildings on both sides of the street, the German grenadiers, bent their upper bodies, carrying rifles and holding grenades, began their attack with small steps, and the machine gun detachments supporting their attack had climbed to the top of the ruins in the distance, skillfully propping open the machine gun bipods and pressing the chain into the body of the machine gun.

A Soviet soldier struggling to his feet from the rubble, no longer knowing where he was standing, coughed and patted the dirt and dust hanging from his body, turning his body in the hope of seeing something familiar.

Just a few dozen seconds ago, he was still in a bunker near the building, waiting for the German soldiers to attack, but with the shaking caused by countless huge explosions, the entire building began to crumble, and before he could figure out what was happening, the bunker he was hiding in became a grave that almost buried him alive.

"Ahem!ahem!" He squinted, trying to find his former comrades and everything familiar in the floating dust. But as fate would have it, he was destined to be disappointed, and apart from some mostly buried furniture, he could only find his comrades' arms or exposed boots or rifles in the rubble beneath his feet.

As the smoke cleared, he finally saw where he was, and the Soviet soldier, estimated to be only 18 years old, raised his head in despair and looked in the direction he needed to shoot.

There, a German grenadier, also only eighteen or nineteen years old, straightened up, holding the G43 semi-automatic rifle in his hand, and under the brim of his cold steel helmet was a pair of equally cold and merciless eyes.

The corners of the young Soviet soldier's mouth twitched, as if trying to squeeze out a smile, but in the end he failed, because the person opposite him didn't seem to be in the mood to smile - the German grenadier, who was also young, pulled the trigger on his finger, and a single bullet pierced the Soviet Red Army's head.

Without struggling or hesitating, the Soviet soldier lay down sharply as his head exploded, then fell to the rugged rubble, twisting into strange shapes with the terrain. From this moment on, he was no different from the ruins, and after a few hours, he would be buried by the crumbling bricks around him, or covered with a thick layer of dust.

As they got closer to the heart of Stalingrad, the Germans found more and more things to be thankful for. For example, soldiers of the 14th Infantry Corps found 20 tons of potatoes and other food hidden by the Soviets in the basement of an unknown small block. Because of this 20-ton windfall, the soldiers on the front line enjoyed their first meal on the front line.

As commander-in-chief of the attack on the Stalingrad side, General Quchler had already issued a military order to Accardo. The general vowed that if he could not take half of the city in 15 days, he would resign as commander of Army Group N and enter Stalingrad with a Mauser rifle.

Unfortunately, two full days passed, and his troops lost 20,000 men, but only two blocks were taken. There seems to be no end in sight to the battle, but it is clear that Quchelle has not given up, and he is mobilizing his troops to try to fulfill the oath he has made to the Führer, or to the entire empire.

Of course, it is not possible to complete the task by swearing, Guan Yu swore in front of Huarong Dao, but in the end he still regarded his words as a fart. Far from the example, the most recent example is Rokossovsky, who swore to hold Stalingrad, and now it seems that his oath did not serve the purpose of fixing the needle.

In his shabby, dimly dim ...... In the basement, Rokossovsky's pale face carried a look of dejection. Don't ask why so many poor people who stick to the city have an indissoluble love affair with the basement, it is no coincidence that Hitler in another time and space, Churchill, Khrushchev, and Rokossovsky in this time and space are all nestled in the basement at the last moment. Because in a city full of ruins, it is difficult to find a safer place than a reinforced basement.

This defender of Stalingrad, whom Stalin ordered to live and die with Stalingrad, must have been full of anticipation that Zhukov would arrive in time. He really doesn't have many reserves in his hands now, and while consuming the German army, Rokossovsky is also consuming thousands of his own troops.

At the beginning, he was still able to calmly compare with Qu Hiller who had more patience and reserves, but he lost half of Stalingrad in a desperate fight, which made him very uneasy. As a result, the two sides invested their forces in repeated battles, and the losses of the Soviet Union skyrocketed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The snipers of the Germans and the special detachment are much more powerful than the Soviets imagined in the urban street fighting, a small detachment of more than a dozen people, often can pick up hundreds of Soviet soldiers and can almost escape with their whole body, in order to kill 17 soldiers in the special detachment of the German army, Rokossovsky took more than 900 lives.

Now, the forward positions of the German army are really only a little more than a kilometer away from his headquarters, which really hurts Rokossovsky, who was once the number one person in the Soviet military.

He really doesn't want to leave this stage, he wants to stand in the center of the stage and interpret his role, whether important or marginal, he has to have such a role in this recast world order.

"Send Marshal Zhukov another telegram and tell him that I will do my best to hold out until the last second. Rokossovsky glanced at the adjutant, who was also not very good-looking because he had not seen the light of day for a long time, and spoke.