"Suddenly, suddenly, there was a messy sound of gunfire in the hallway, some of them were German assault rifles, some of them sounded like the sound of Bobosha submachine guns, in short, there were shots everywhere, and for a time the whole basement was lively.

After only a few tens of seconds, the gunfire gradually stopped, as if the noise just now had never happened, and a strange smile appeared on the face of the guard captain: "Look, don't worry too much, now that the people in the way have been cleared, you are my new life talisman." ”

A guard with a Bobosha submachine gun walked in, and then stood upright in front of the guard commander: "Sir, the entire headquarters is already under our control, and all the stubborn personnel have been cleared. ”

"Well done, take our Comrade Commander Rokossovsky, go outside and see the sun. After all, he'd been sitting here long enough that he seemed to have forgotten that some things couldn't be changed. The Third Reich won, and that's what we need to think about now. The captain of the guard shook his pistol twice and motioned for Rokossovsky to go first.

The general, who had worked under Timoshenko and eventually became one of Zhukov's most formidable commanders, walked out of the office he had not left for three days. And behind him, not the guards who protected him, but two traitors who held him at gunpoint.

Outside the door of the office, there was also a Soviet soldier who was also carrying a submachine gun, and at the feet of the soldier with a submachine gun lay two female secretaries with blonde hair. Blood was still pouring from the chests of the two bodies, and the two civilian female sergeants, who were in charge of processing the documents, lay quietly on the floor, silently.

Rokossovsky continued to take a step forward, and the corpse at his feet became the young guard who had been loyally following him, this guard was Rokossovsky's cousin and nephew, who had been trying to mix a bowl of rice with his relatives, but now he also collapsed here.

Walking out of the outside room, there were suddenly more corpses, after all, there were more guards and soldiers here, so when the initial mutiny occurred, the people here instinctively resisted resolutely. Dozens of soldiers died either against the wall or lying in the middle of the corridor, some mutineers with submachine guns, some officers with pistols and civilians.

"You could have controlled this place with better looks...... Rokossovsky walked over to the wall, crouched down, and reached out to stroke the staff officer who had just walked out of his office. This man had been working with him for a year, and the two had a deep friendship.

The staff officer held a small pistol and looked at Rokossovsky with blank eyes, apparently unable to close his eyes and raise his weapon against the enemy. There were several holes in his body, and the blood had stained his uniform, and Rokossovsky sighed, got up from the ground, and continued on his way under the watchful eye of several soldiers.

A little further away, Rokossovsky finally saw the German special forces he had been dreaming of, these elite combat units made of special materials even steel helmets, and at this moment they looked him up and down curiously with a pair of deep eyes.

The tactical vests of these men seemed to be of a style that had never been seen before, and even the military uniforms inside the vests were different from those of ordinary German infantrymen, some of them were carrying MG-44 assault rifles, some were carrying G43 semi-automatic rifles, some were smoking against the wall, and some were watching the surrendered command personnel.

"What about your officers? In this case, I would still like to speak to your officers. After all, I have no hobby of talking to a traitor, it's my personal dignity. Rokossovsky spoke sarcastically to a German special forces soldier who looked like an officer.

"They don't speak Russian, and I don't think he will understand what you say, no matter how much you say. The captain of the guard sneered and put a gun on Rokossovsky's back, signaling him to stop talking nonsense and keep walking.

Sure enough, the Germans were indifferent and let the captain of the guard drive Rokossovsky forward. Rokossovsky shouted loudly, hoping to get people's attention: "Does anyone speak Russian? I am the supreme commander here, and I have something I want to discuss with someone who knows Russian." ”

A German officer finally stopped Rokossovsky, who was about to walk out of the basement, and asked in fluent Russian: "Hello, I can understand what you are saying, there is a lot we need to do, I hope you don't waste our time." What exactly do you want to say, you can get started. ”

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

Ten minutes later, the loudspeaker in the square sounded a long-lost voice, and the Soviet soldiers, who were struggling in the ruins, heard a familiar voice and heard a message that made them unbelievable: "Respected officers and men of the Red Army, all comrades who are still fighting...... I'm Konstantinovich Rokossovsky...... If you wish, please obey my last order, lay down your weapons, and stop all useless resistance, the battle of Stalingrad is over, and you have done your best. ”

"Thank you for your long years of heroism and tenacity, and for being an incompetent man who has led you into this abyss of despair. I'm destined to be a clown, but you don't have to put your life on the line for me. Lay down your arms, the German commander has promised to keep you safe, as long as you give up your resistance. Rokossovsky's trembling voices finally stopped, and the gunfire inside Stalingrad became sparse.

When the commander-in-chief of the Stalingrad garrison walked out of the basement, he saw German Leopard tanks parked at the door, corpses of Soviet defenders strewn around, and invisible ruins and rubble. There was still a faint sound of gunfire in the street not far away, and it seemed that the resistance here did not stop as immediately as he had hoped.

Some of the soldiers who had lost their souls began to commit suicide by curling up in corners, and many were crying loudly but refusing to drop their weapons. Everywhere there were shouts of surrender, mixed with the sound of a dense burst of gunfire that suddenly opened violently. Some civilians poured out of nowhere, standing on both sides of the street, watching the dejected Soviet soldiers who passed in front of them with their hands raised.

After nearly two months of hard fighting, the soldiers seemed to have forgotten what normal days were like, and the last faith in their support had finally come to an end. They did not stop the invaders from occupying the city named after the leader, and they were sorry for the hundreds of thousands of predecessors who died here.

Rokossovsky felt the sunlight glare a little, he squinted, then raised his arm and blocked the sunlight above his head with his palm. Following the dazzling light, on a building with only four floors left not far away, more than a dozen German grenadiers were scrambling to hang a red swastika flag on the wall.

Huge curtain-like flags spread out on the façade of the building, accompanied by more and more neat shouts of the name "Accardo Rudolph". An armored car, loaded with German soldiers, passed in front of Rokossovsky, escorted by two teams of Ukrainian soldiers carrying weapons.

The armored vehicle was no longer a vaunted machine gun, but a makeshift horn, which repeatedly replayed General Rokossovsky's order to surrender, calling on all the Soviet warriors who were holding their positions to lay down their weapons and stand up and surrender.

A group of German soldiers approached with their weapons in their hands, surrounded by Soviet prisoners with their heads in their hands, who had fought bloodily an hour earlier to keep Stalingrad from falling into German hands, and who had died here an hour before. It is a pity that once there is such a glimmer of hope, then most people will still choose to live humblely, because if you live, you can still have the opportunity to wait for another hope.

"Phew!" A Soviet battalion commander who was walking forward with his head in his hands saw Rokossovsky standing next to the Leopard tank on the side of the road, he snorted a mouthful of sticky phlegm, and when he passed by this former top boss, he spat on the ground with a look of indignation: "****! Traitor! How many people have died here because of your orders? They trust you, and they die for your orders! But you still have the face to live in this world!"

The officer of the German special forces glanced at the battalion commander who was scolding the street, then smiled, took out a beautifully packaged box of French cigarettes from his pocket, tore open the lid and pulled out two, one to the captain of the guard, and one to Rokossovsky. Then he helped the two of them light a cigarette before he took out another cigarette and lit it himself: "If you guys don't feel well, I can shut him up." ”

Before Rokossovsky could speak, a gunshot rang out in the distance, and the commander of the Soviet prisoner battalion, who had been cursing the street just now, fell to the ground, and another unlucky guy next to him was also hit by the same bullet and fell to the ground with a scream.

A half-baked Russian phrase came from afar, which made everyone shudder: "The captives are not allowed to speak!