With a loud bang, a building with only one wall left finally collapsed in a tremble, and the dust flew everywhere as the collapsed wall smashed to the ground, and finally slowed down with the air waves, indifferent to the surrounding air.

Behind a cannon erected in the ruins not far away, the Soviet 122 mm howitzer had just fired two shells, with a huge camouflage net over its head, which was used to hide from German aircraft. The camouflage net was covered with raised dust, and from the sky, it looked like a ruin.

"Where's the ammunition? gone?" said one of the Soviet artillerymen, looking back at the loader who was rummaging through a pile of empty ammunition boxes in the distance. They have been carrying out fierce shelling with the German artillery these days, but the once powerful Soviet artillery has now gradually lost the upper hand.

"We have no shells, the truck that went to the division headquarters to pick up ammunition has not returned yet, and we don't know what happened. The loader reluctantly threw away an empty ammunition box in his hand and replied.

At the mention of the two soldiers who left in a car, an unnatural expression appeared on everyone's faces. Just a few hours ago, the ammunition here was running out, so the commander of this cannon arranged for two soldiers to pick up the ammunition, but it has not returned yet.

The whole of Stalingrad was in ruins, and there was no so-called safe place in this ruin, and even if there were, it was on the side of the Germans. So disappearing in a chaotic place for a few hours means that these two people are now more than lucky.

The latest news is that on a street a few hundred meters away from here, German soldiers have begun to appear, so they don't dare to walk in the direction of German troops these days, as artillery their losses are not large, of course, the two soldiers who did not return do not count.

Compared with the Soviet infantry on the front line, the Soviet artillery here is already very lucky, at least they still have a chance to live, and those infantry can only struggle in the sea of corpses and blood.

Just two blocks away, in a small square, the corpses of Soviet soldiers have piled up so that the entire square is barely visible. It was originally a place where the Soviets concentrated on the disposal of corpses and wounded, and after the German army fought here, it became a battlefield for soldiers of the two armies to fight each other.

As a result, the piles of corpses were not disposed of, the soldiers in the field hospital were all dead, and there were still many guns used by Soviet troops scattered on the ground, and even some of the corpses were still holding rifles that they used when they committed suicide.

If there is a real end time in the world, it is the end of the world, and if there is a hell in the world, it is hell. Although the weather is cold, you can still smell some strange stenchs here, so this small square has another name, called Stinky Street.

"Ula!" With a shout, hundreds of Soviet soldiers, braving the rain of German bullets, launched a charge towards the opposite side, they held rifles, shouted slogans and staggered on the corpses, while the Germans on the opposite side calmly hit the bullets in the chest of these recruits.

One Soviet soldier after another collapsed on the corpse and was trampled by the soldiers who followed behind. In the end, the attack ended in a hurry, and most of the hundreds of Soviet soldiers in charge of the attack were tragically left on this famous smelly street. Their corpses decay little by little with the temperature, eventually turning into a stench that pollutes the noses of all living people here.

This is Stalingrad, a place that the Soviet Union desperately wants to defend, so countless Soviet soldiers rushed here one after another, facing the machine guns and artillery of the German troops, and defended their homeland with their own flesh and blood. A group of people came, and then died here, and more people made up for it, and continued to fight here until they themselves died too - yes, this is Stalingrad.

Although the weather has warmed up, Stalingrad is still unusually cold, the water and electricity supply has basically collapsed, and all that is left here is fighting, fighting and killing, fighting for the humble survival of the ruins.

The Soviets had already filled Stalingrad with a full 270,000 soldiers, who were sent in division by division and thrown into the complex battlefield, where they were mostly exhausted the next day. Most of the troops did not need any logistical replenishment at all, food or even ammunition, they simply died on the battlefield, using their own death to force the Germans to stop and wait for replenishment.

If before the Soviet-German war began, the city on the Volga River was a city of hope that represented a new life, now it is a domain of death that symbolizes destruction. Hundreds of thousands of undead soldiers from both sides roamed the city, making it cold at night in April.

A car stopped abruptly next to the Soviet artillery position, and an officer and a soldier stepped out of the car, they looked around, and then they said a not-so-good news: "We are infantry nearby, and we found a car destroyed on the side of the road while patrolling." ”

The officer said as he handed some documents and military badges to the artillery officer: "You can take a look and see if it belongs to a soldier of your unit." ”

As everyone expected, the relics of the dead did belong to the two people they sent out to get the shells. So the commander of the cannon nodded, put away the relics, and said, "It's my men, it seems that they died with you." ”

"I don't know if this is in line with the orders you received, if I were you, it would be better to move this cannon back another 200 meters now. The nearest forward position of the Germans was only more than 120 meters away, and perhaps with a single charge, they could hit here. The infantry officer lit a cigarette and squinted.

This distance of 120 meters is indeed very unsafe, but as the commander of this cannon, he really did not receive the order to retreat from his superiors, so for a while, the Soviet artillery commander did not know what to do, so he could only remain silent and not speak.

At such times, it is very common not to receive orders to retreat, the chaotic communication system has long since collapsed, and it is not once or twice that the division headquarters or a certain command command has been killed by German special forces. If any order had waited for the higher troops, then the Soviet army would have lost Stalingrad long ago.

"Understood, I'll ......retreat," he said, looking at the car driven by the infantry officer.

"Forget it, don't hit me with the idea of a car...... Push it yourself. The infantry officer threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and got into the car with his guard, and in an instant the car disappeared on the rubble road.

The rest of the people began to put away the erected 122 mm cannon, after all, it was their weapon for fighting, and it was also a talisman that they did not have to go to the front line. Everyone was cautious, for fear that something would happen to the artillery, because according to the practice of street fighting in Stalingrad, if the artillery was damaged, then the artillerymen had to go to the front to serve as infantry.

A few kilometers away, the core of the Soviet defenders of Stalingrad is dotted with hidden field hospitals and artillery positions disguised as ruins. Quite a few soldiers who had just arrived in Stalingrad picked up their guns and ammunition here, and then went to the terrible front.

"I'm sorry, I have to get out of here. In the dimly lit basement, an officer with a huge scar on his face said to Rokossovsky: "Since Army Group G is no longer here, then I will not be needed here." ”

"Of course you're needed here, Captain Wolfe. Rokossovsky unceremoniously stared at the tank battle ace who had been cordially received by Stalin: "You know that from the beginning of the war to the present, no living person has left Stalingrad, and I don't want you to be an exception." ”

"I only have one mission, and that is to eliminate that guy named Wren. He's not here, I can feel it. Wolf sneered, then ignored Rokossovsky's threatening tone, and replied bluntly: "So I came to find the documents for you to leave here, and I will leave tonight." ”

Rokossovsky slapped the table and said angrily: "You are running away from the battle! I am urging your troops to go to battle, but you always use such a broken name as Rennes to prevaricate me, this is a betrayal of the revolution! This is disloyalty to the motherland! If you dare to leave, I will dare to shoot you!"

"Hmph. Wolf laughed twice, then looked at Rokossovsky: "You don't dare, because if I am killed by you, then it proves that you are disloyal to the great Comrade Stalin...... Because, I graduated from the school of wolf knights, and Stalin knew that we would never betray him for the rest of our lives. Since I didn't betray, then only you betrayed. ”

"You ......!" Rokossovsky was eager to drag out and shoot the cold-talking, but inhelpful fellow. Eventually, though, he gritted his teeth and gave up on the idea, staring at Wolf and asking, "Where are you going?" and I'll give you a pass. ”

"Kursk. Wolf replied, "I don't take my weapons and equipment, just leave here by boat tonight, thank you for understanding me...... After all, we are all in the service of the great Comrade Stalin. ”

Rokossovsky picked up his pen and scribbled on the paper a document approving Wolf's departure from Stalingrad.