Captain Varosha, who had been following Malashenko's car and accompanying the charge, is still fulfilling his mission conscientiously until now.
Holding the Bobosha submachine gun in one hand, the real arm of the other hand shouted to summon the comrades around him to charge forward, echoing in the battlefield and sky, boosting the morale of this final decisive battle.
The Red Army soldiers, who had already fallen many people on the charge, rushed into the German position with roars and shouts.
The ugly and ferocious faces of the evil German Fascists are already before our eyes. Now is the time to vent all the accumulated negative emotions in our hearts and avenge our relatives, comrades, teachers, and all the people who died tragically under the iron heel of the invaders.
"Yeah!!! Go to hell!"
Captain Varosha, who was the first to follow the tank and jump into the German position, stared with red eyes as if he was crazy.
With an inhuman roar and cry, he squeezed the trigger of the Bobosha submachine gun in his hand, instantly sweeping the two German riflemen who were charging towards him to the ground, spraying out a spurt of blood.
The rate of fire of the Bobosha submachine gun is very fast, so fast that it can fire out more than ten or twenty rounds of bullets in one burst. The firepower in high-intensity combat simply cannot last long.
Captain Varosha, who has been in charge and high-intensity battles, has no time to estimate the remaining ammunition in the drum. He just repeats the mechanical process of aiming, killing the enemy, aiming again, and killing the enemy again.
action.
When Captain Varosha, who had just laid down two enemies, appeared in front of a third enemy with a strange scream and rushed towards him, Captain Varosha once again shot from the waist, raised his gun and pulled the trigger of Bobosha in his hand, but he did not feel it.
The weapon in his hand felt a recoil that was not difficult to control, but was replaced by a sound that was almost too small to be heard as the firing pin hit the air.
"Asshole! No more bullets!!!"
The rage of revenge indeed burned in the heart of Captain Varosha, but it did not swallow up the sanity of this battle-hardened Red Army company commander.
Captain Varosha, who knew he had no time to reload, instantly let go of his hands, letting the empty Bobosha submachine gun fall to the ground from mid-air at waist height.
His right hand, which was so fast that it could almost leave an afterimage in the naked eye, touched the armed belt around his waist, and pulled out the backup pistol that had been ready for use from the holster without even pressing the button.
The powerful Tokarev TT33 pistol had already taken advantage of the opportunity and was aiming at the target before the German rifleman raised his gun to take aim.
Bang bang bang——
"Uhhh!!!"
Three dull gunshots fired at an extremely fast rate were accompanied by a scream from the German rifleman, adding another bloody ray of blood to this close-quarters combat that had already knocked out the brains of dogs.
Captain Varosha, who had used up all the drums he carried with him, did not pick up the Bobosha submachine gun he had thrown away from the ground.
The corpses of German soldiers lying in a mess around them had different weapons. Bloody submachine guns and Mauser 98k rifles could be seen everywhere within the field of vision. They were everywhere.
Captain Varosha, whose eyes were not focused on these ordinary weapons, took two steps forward, lifted up a German corpse lying on a sandbag bunker in front of him, threw it aside, and pinned it down under him.
, the mg34 general-purpose machine gun with a bipod and a 75-round drum suddenly came into view...
"Try how powerful the weapons you made yourself are! You bastard German fascists!"
Da da da da da da——
The sound of high-speed gunfire, which sounded like raindrops continuously, echoed in the empty underground corridor for a long time...
Colonel Adam, who was waiting at the door with the last fully formed infantry platoon, was so worried that he kept pacing in front of the door. He could almost smell the strong smell of the Russians who had already killed him with his nose.
Colonel Adam, who was hurriedly moving his hands behind his back, still hadn't figured out why Paulus, who hesitated earlier and later, didn't make any decision at this time and locked himself up without any reason.
He died in an empty room without anyone coming out, no matter how many people outside urged him like ants on a hot pot.
If he wanted to surrender, Colonel Adam felt that Paulus could have given the order to surrender twenty minutes ago. What reason could there be for the already frustrated Paulus to wait until this time?
If you say you don't intend to surrender, be prepared to fight to the end in accordance with the final orders of the head of state.
Well, now the security forces of the entire group army headquarters are already doing this, and the remnants of the Sixth Group Army that have not received the surrender order are still fighting on various fronts in the city.
Colonel Adam had reason to believe that even at this stage, the Sixth Army, with its superb combat capabilities, would still not surrender in large numbers without orders.
But if he really planned to fight to the end, should Paulus come out as commander and lead everyone to do something? Could it be that he planned to commit suicide in the office with dignity? Instead of being shot to death by Russians on the battlefield?
Part of the pile of corpses?
The more he thought about it, the more confused Colonel Adam became. He could no longer hold back. He was about to wave his hand and order the soldiers around him to break open the door and see what the commander was up to in his office.
But at this moment, the iron door of the office that had been closed suddenly opened quietly, and there was a friction sound when the door was opened from the inside out.
What appeared in front of the stunned Colonel Adam was a man wearing a brand new field marshal uniform, with the newly awarded Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves hanging on his chest, holding the marshal's scepter in his hand, and his face changed.
The figure that used to be haggard and lifeless has become a figure that is no longer hesitant but still very familiar.
"Paul...Commander Paulus, you..."
"It's time, Adam, let's end this now..."
"Finish?"
Colonel Adam did not understand what Paulus meant by the words.
There are many ways to end this battle. Which one is Paulus referring to?
Seeing the shocked and puzzled expression on Colonel Adam's face, Paulus took a long breath and was finally able to say the words that he had been holding in his heart for a long time without any hesitation or burden.
"We have fulfilled our oath under the military flag and fulfilled all our responsibilities as a soldier loyal to the Führer, gentlemen!"
"Now, let us give our parents, wives, and children a chance, and give all the people who still love each of us a chance. A chance that will not let them lose their loved ones forever, a chance to give their own lives to the end
Opportunities for responsibility.”
"In my capacity as Field Marshal and Commander of the Sixth Army, Friedrich Wilhelm Ernst Paulus ordered that everything carried out by the Sixth Army of the Wehrmacht in the direction of Stalingrad so far in accordance with the instructions and orders of the superiors