Malashenko was not the only one who felt "the fucking pain in his balls". Colonel Adam, the chief adjutant who followed Paulus's order and went to the field hospital for condolences and inspection, also had almost the same feeling, but the "pain in his balls" was more intense.
That’s all.
The recent battles have completely overturned Colonel Adam's previous optimism.
Originally, he thought that even if Stalingrad No. 1 Railway Station could not be defeated, but with the heart-level strategic location of Mamayev Hills in hand, victory would definitely belong to his side! At best, he would just leave the railway station alone.
, just wait until the troops in several other surrounding neighborhoods have finished dealing with the Russians at hand, and then return to the division to surround the train station.
No matter how you say it, this is an absolute victory with only winning but not losing, and a stable group.
But when the news came that Mamayev Hill had completely turned into a Russian hilltop in less than two hours, Colonel Adam, who was making coffee for Paulus, felt that half of the sky had collapsed in an instant. The remaining half was also half
Hanging there, you never know when it will suddenly fall, smashing the brains of the entire Sixth Army into a pile of flesh and blood.
Paulus, who had always been elegant and easy-going, completely exploded this time, just like an extinct volcano that had been dormant for ten million years suddenly resurrected and burst out with fiery core energy of the earth. Even the picture that Paulus usually cherished very much.
The luxurious solid wood desk was kicked over and lay on the ground.
"Stupid pig! A group of sinners in the empire are all stupid pigs!"
"The hill was lost in less than two hours. What was this good-for-nothing Hauns doing in the command post!? Is he playing poker? Ah!? With his group of stupid pig-like subordinates!?
"
The informing adjutant, who was pinched by the collar by Paulus like an eagle catching a chicken, was almost frightened by the insane roar. Colonel Adam, who was only a few steps away, accidentally dropped his coffee cup and smashed it to the ground.
It was very clear, Paulus's wide eyes were so bloodshot and so red that they could kill someone!
"Hauns...Colonel Hauns committed suicide. Commander Paulus committed suicide after sending a telegram to Army Group Headquarters! His chief of staff reported that the bullet shattered his head from the lower jaw, and even his last words
None, I just asked his chief of staff to help take care of his wife and children."
"...."
Paulus, who suddenly had a question mark in his eyes, really didn't expect that Haines would commit suicide!
According to the original plan, Paulus planned to issue his promotion application to Berlin at the beginning of next month, and Haines had already reached the stage where he could step into the general door.
This Hauns style is rigid and sticks to the rules, and he fights according to the rules without any highlights. Compared with a talented general like Rommel who likes to play cards that do not follow the routine, he is as mediocre as a blank sheet of paper.
But it is precisely because this Houns leads the troops in a battle with a strict attitude, never losing control of the battle situation and troops due to emergencies on the battlefield, and the execution of orders is absolutely carried out to the end without any compromise.
Paulus just left his division with some scattered small troops on the Mamayev Hills, and also equipped them with additional technical equipment that was twice as much as the regular full strength.
Paulus once thought that a mature and stable man like Hauns was most suitable for defensive warfare. Those Russians would definitely get a bloody blow in front of this taciturn and somewhat withdrawn guy.
But the final fact turned out to be exactly the opposite. The huge irony of reality made Paulus want to resurrect Haines and execute him more than a dozen times with his own hands! This idiot who lost everything in less than two hours simply made himself miserable.
His face was completely humiliated!
"I have never seen Paulus look like this! First he erupted like a resurrected volcano, and then after hearing the news that the man who had taken all the blame had committed suicide, he started to erupt like a car tire that suddenly burst.
Completely discouraged, I collapsed on the chair and faced the sky, unable to say a word."
"For the first time, I was shaken about whether we could take this city. God, I was full of confidence in it yesterday! But now, everything is different! When will this nightmare end?
Brutal massacre? This is simply like a hellish city, with terrible news coming every day. Is this Christmas really going to be spent in ruins?"
Recalling his diary of that day in his mind, Colonel Adam, who still had not recovered from the painful struggle, heard a reminder from the front seat of the barrel truck.
"Colonel, we are here. The hospital is right in front."
Colonel Adam slowly opened his eyes and realized that the car had stopped at some point, and the smell of blood and death outside the car had seeped into his nostrils through the gap in the car window.
"Get off the car."
This is one of the field hospitals under the Sixth Army. It is a relatively large one. From the outside, it looks like it might have been a manor used by the Russians to store grain or other things. The yard is quite spacious and the rooms are large.
The field hospital, far away from the frontline of the war, could not hear any roar of guns and it seemed extremely quiet. But the quieter it was at this time, the more strange it was to Colonel Adam, until he felt very nervous.
Colonel Adam, who said nothing, entered the field hospital with several of his entourage and guards. The simple and ubiquitous medical equipment immediately came into view, and the hospital beds placed almost close to the door seemed...
It was crowded and noisy, and the air was filled with an unpleasant and nauseating smell that would make ordinary people vomit on the spot just by smelling it for a second.
"This is terrible, Colonel. Don't we have better medical conditions? Where do people live in a place like this?"
The captain and staff officer who said this had been transferred to the front line less than three months ago. In Colonel Adam's opinion, he was a brat who had just graduated from a military academy. His words were useless and were ignored by Colonel Adam on the spot.
"Uh... uh... it hurts... I feel so much pain. Who can help me? Doctor, doctor, where is the doctor?"
If it hadn't been for the sudden sound, even Colonel Adam would have thought that the body lying on the hospital bed twenty centimeters away to his right was a corpse.
This seriously wounded man's body from the buttocks down was almost completely blown away. Who knows how a guy like this who didn't die was carried off the battlefield alive, but judging from his posture, he should also be of the type where there is no tomorrow if he survives today.
.
Although this is a guy who is about to die, Colonel Adam, who has been to the front line more than once, still sympathizes with the soldiers who fought bloody battles. Even if he is in a high position now, he must not forget his original intention, right?
Colonel Adam stepped forward and came to the bedside. He adjusted his tone to what he thought was a relatively warm state and spoke quietly.
"Thank you for your contribution to the country and the head of state. Can you tell me how you were injured? Sergeant."