In the Soviet headquarters, Rokossovsky listened to the sound of German artillery that was gradually thinning, smiled bitterly, and poured himself a glass of vodka. Now his suffering was known only to him, and in his eyes, the battle of Stalingrad had come to an end in the course of this counterattack by Küchler.

The ancient method is not necessarily a backward method, otherwise there would not be so many people studying the Art of War, which is an old antique more than 2,000 years ago. Facts have proved that what Sun Tzu researched and summarized 2,500 years ago is worthy of repeated scrutiny even in the 21st century.

Therefore, from Zeng Guofan, a stubborn old man in the Manchu government, he learned some stupid methods that were in line with the status quo of the German army, which was actually very normal. Zeng Guofan's sentence "Fight a dumb battle in a hard village" made any surprise attacks and infiltrations come to naught, and the chaotic street battles became orderly, which lost more than half of the original power of street battles.

Qucheller transformed street warfare, to which the Germans were not fully adapted, into positional warfare like trench warfare - something that the Germans had played with the French for four years in the last war, and can be considered an expert among experts. It is precisely because of this change in the nature of the battlefield that the German army has reduced its losses and played like a fish in water.

On the makeshift platform near Stalingradsi station, a German train came to a slow stop, and out of the clean and tidy carriages came well-dressed Ukrainian soldiers, all of whom had just been drafted from Ukraine, and after a short training, they were sent to the most brutal battlefield in the world.

As soon as these Ukrainian soldiers wearing steel helmets and black SS uniforms stepped off the train, they saw the platform full of Ukrainian wounded, all wrapped in thick bandages, and let out heart-rending screams as they waited to get on the train.

After all, not everyone has access to this high-grade painkiller, and most soldiers only use it during amputation, and during the long recovery period, they can only rely on shouting to get through these crazy and tragic times.

The young Ukrainian boys, who had just come out of the farm or village for less than a month, simply lined up and began to walk outside the train station under the reprimand of the commander, but most of them looked curiously at the wounded soldiers who were missing arms and legs before they opened their legs.

There is no war where a person does not die, and maybe in the future there will be a war between robots and robots, but at least before 1939, there was no such thing in human civilization. Whether the two sides slashed each other on the ancient battlefield, or in modern history, the two sides shelled and strafed each other, there will eventually be dead people, and wounded soldiers will inevitably be left behind.

In such a tragic battlefield as Stalingrad, wounded soldiers were naturally the most common sight, in the field hospital, sawn off arms or thighs could be seen everywhere, and in the rear burial area, cars full of corpses could often be seen passing by the gates.

The proportion of Ukrainian soldiers killed here is quite large, I heard that the probability of one in two at one time has been reached, and these young recruits who have been replenished from the rear to the front line are generally thrown by veterans to the most dangerous battlefields, and those who can survive have a chance to survive the second or third day.

Looking not far away, those Ukrainian wounded soldiers were carried onto the train by the German lightly wounded and doctors and nurses, and all the Ukrainian recruits had a look of fear on their faces, after all, they had not experienced real brutal fighting, and it was really a bit demoralizing to let them see what happened in the future now.

"Well, don't look at the soldiers! they're lucky enough to get more land and more money to settle in. The Ukrainian officers on the platform who were encouraging them to fight bravely seemed to have become numb and shouted to the recruits: "Stand in line! You will be separated and replenished to the various units in a moment! Everyone will receive paper and pen in the evening, and they can write letters to their families." ”

Another Ukrainian staff officer also stood in the center of the line and began to check over and over again whether his work had been completed: "Is there anyone who has not made a will? Is there anyone who has no family members? Who needs to come and gather with me!"

There was chaos on the entire platform, and the Ukrainian soldiers pushed and shoved and began to walk down the platform, and the gate was divided into several narrow exits, which could only leave one person at a time. Outside the barbed wire fence is a registration office and German officers, who will randomly replenish the recorded Ukrainian soldiers to the Ukrainian units on the front line with heavy losses.

"Everybody gets a box of canned food! You're going to have a very good dinner tonight. A German officer stood on a wooden box and shouted at the young Ukrainians passing by: "The Führer has given hope to Ukraine! We will fight for the Führer! Overthrow Stalin's evil rule!"

The military band boredom repeated majestic music in the distance, and whenever a train with a replenishment crew arrived, they had to play the music that had been repeated countless times. A Ukrainian women's choir is singing loudly, and the content of the lyrics is nothing more than shedding blood for the Führer for Ukraine.

After being led away by their respective supplementary troops, these Ukrainian youths finally felt the tense atmosphere of the battlefield, the German tanks parked on the side of the road, the anti-aircraft anti-aircraft guns covered with camouflage nets, and the fields, constantly shelling the German large-caliber artillery in the distance.

They entered the supply camps of their respective units in the rear and were assigned to tents. Personal belongings are not allowed in these tents, as they are intended for use by the next group of recruits. Here they were asked to rest and exercise, to train around the nearby roads and to see the German artillery shelling enemy positions with its powerful caliber. Before dinner, they listen to the representatives from their hometowns read aloud about the happy life of their hometowns, which is one of the contents of ideological education with German characteristics.

"Carefully check your weapons!" The next morning, after a hearty dinner of canned meat, vegetables, and mashed potatoes, the soldiers had largely forgotten the tragic scene they had seen at the train station, and at this point they would receive their rifles and check the quality of the weapons assigned to them to the roar of the school gunners.

These guns have a uniform number, which can be traced to the manufacturer, and if there is a problem, everyone who passes through the production process can be traced. The inspection work generally went very smoothly, because the Mauser 98K rifle was very reliable because of its simple construction and very large production volume.

Then the recruits will have to take their last lesson before they go to war. A German grenadier began to elaborate on the various problems that could be encountered on the battlefield: "Number one! Keep your head down as much as possible! This will ensure that the bullet will not hit your vital part! If you have a choice, I would like you to try to meet the bullet with your arm or backpack, not your head!"

As he spoke, he held out a second finger: "Second point! After being shot, try to find cover as much as possible, corpses and rubble piles, and corners! Unless you really can't move, try not to stop, that will make you a target for your enemies!"

Then he stretched out a third finger and continued to say loudly: "Stick to the wall! Obey the command of your commander! Make good relations with your comrades! Don't smoke at night, or you will be beaten into a sieve......"

Everyone held their guns and listened to the German soldier muttering in German, the Ukrainian translator explaining word by word, and farther away, a bald man in a papal uniform prayed for all the recruits, and the prayers he said were not well heard by everyone, but most of them still reverently followed the man with a cross on his chest.

Finally, some of the junior officers of the front-line troops who had been sent to receive the reinforcements began to shout: "This platoon of people stand up! Follow me! The number of the unit is the 33rd Infantry Division of Ukraine! Don't get confused! The 33rd Division! understand?"

Someone over there shouted in the same hysterical voice: "You will henceforth be the soldiers of the heroic Ukrainian 40th Division! We are the most elite troops! We have repelled 10 attacks by those damned Soviets! We have never failed! Give me a boost of spirit! Tell me what about you!"

"Do you think these recruits can really consume a lot of Soviet soldiers?" a German colonel-officer asked, standing in front of his tent, shaving his beard to a fellow artillery commander behind him.

"Half of the people will die on the front line, and half of the remaining half will be wounded and disabled. The artillery colonel made an indifferent expression: "But if they don't go, we Germans will have to go up and fight hard, so I still hope that these Ukrainians can end this war quickly." ”

He glanced at the infantry colonel who had participated in the offensive operation yesterday, and said with a smile: "I heard that your troops fought well yesterday, and General Quchreel praised you by name, and said that he would nominate you for the Iron Cross?"

"My men lost 95 people in battle, and they deserve a medal. The shaved colonel looked vaguely at the Ukrainian recruits who had been assigned to various front-line units in the distance, and said: "Every soldier who has experienced this hellish battle should have his own medal, his own medal!" -

Make up for the second update! The dragon spirit has made up for it!