Chapter 894

It is the so-called April day, the face of a child, especially on the muddy land of the Soviet Union. Just now, it was clear and cloudless. It began to rain in a flash, and the more it rained, the bigger it was. It was a little continuous.

Raindrops hit the eaves and made a tick tock sound; Rain on the cold barrel of the gun, issued jingling crisp sound; Raindrops hit a corpse, making a dull crackling sound. In the battlefield without fighting, everything is very quiet, only the sound of nature reverberates.

War makes everyone abnormal, because in the age of peace, no one can imagine walking by the corpse as if nothing had happened. With their rifles, several German soldiers quickly walked past some cold bodies lying on the ground and walked into a building that had collapsed into a bungalow not far away.

The roof is no longer a rainproof roof, but the originally decorated floor on the second floor. There is also a crooked wooden wardrobe in the corner. The mottled bullet holes on it prove that there was a fierce exchange of fire there. Everything here has gone through the battle and left an eternal memory in the battle.

The last German infantry to enter the room took off his helmet, revealing his fine golden hair. Holding his helmet, he threw it out of the door, throwing the rain out of the door.

A rain made the whole battlefield quiet. In addition to the sound of rain, there was no longer the roar of cannons or the roar of machine guns. Stalingrad did not have yesterday's noise, only left some frightening tranquility.

"Come and warm up!" A Ukrainian veteran greets the young Ukrainian boys who have just entered the room in a corner. There he lit a simple marching stove, in which the alcohol was still burning.

A pot of water is boiling and steaming. Several people who came in quickly gathered around and stretched out their hands to feel the warm feeling brought by the hot water. Although the weather in April is no longer so cold, after being attacked by the rain, it is obviously a very fortunate thing to have a warm place to sit for a while.

The young Ukrainian soldier sat down against the wall, feeling the warmth of the corner stove, and looking at the room where he was going to fight. There are bullet holes and blood stains on the wall. It seems that bullet holes and blood stains can be found everywhere in Stalingrad.

"We are ordered to strengthen the defense here. How many Soviet people are there opposite us? How far are they from here? " Asked a 40 year old man with a rifle on his back, glancing at the ruins across the square.

The Ukrainian veteran lit himself a cigarette, then turned his lips and said, "opposite is a battalion of the 2nd regiment of the 66th division of the Soviet Union. There are about 200 people left who have not been replaced. They occupied the ruins for almost two days. We didn't attack and they didn't fight back

Compared with when they first entered Stalingrad, the equipment of the Ukrainian volunteers has improved a lot. At least they now have marching stoves for hot things, alcohol blocks for distribution, occasionally fried noodles and potato powder, and even cigarettes and cans as rewards after the battle.

With the intensive artillery support of the German army and the penetration of snipers and special forces, the death rate of Ukrainian soldiers dropped sharply, and they have been able to maintain a level of 1-2 or 1-3 with the Soviet army.

Here, in this city, more than 60000 Ukrainian soldiers have been killed, and 20000 troops in other regions, including Germany, have been killed. This means that the Soviet Union has lost more than 200000 troops in this urban battle.

This is no longer a war, just a battle between the soldiers of both sides with their lives as a bet. 17000 German soldiers died in Stalingrad. Their posthumous letters will be sent back to their hometown along with their clothes and salary subsidies, and sent to their home by the local top military officer.

"It's really a lucky day." The middle-aged Ukrainian soldier with a gun sneered, found a slightly clean corner, sat down, closed his eyes and began to rest. Soon he snored softly. At this moment, the war seemed to be far away from the soldiers in this room.

On the Volga River, there are many ripples caused by raindrops. Rokosovsky stood on the West Bank of Volga River on Stalingrad's side, watching ferry after ferry, carrying full of soldiers, moving slowly in his direction.

The German Navy Air Force's terrible Stuka dive bombers couldn't take off in such bad weather, which gave the Soviet army the opportunity to take advantage of the rainy days to rush supplies to Stalingrad. If possible, rokosovsky would rather the heavy rain continue like this, at least he can no longer face those lingering German planes.

"Come on! Organize those big ships to transport ammunition! Before the rain stops, we have to rush the most ammunition across the river and speed up! Speed up Rokosovsky was standing there with an umbrella, but his men were not so lucky, or he didn't dare to be too artificial in front of his boss, so he stood in the heavy rain and personally directed the ship's dispatch.

A light boat leaned against the Bank of the river, full of Soviet recruits who had been drowned by the heavy rain. One by one, these recruits jumped out of the boat, and then supported their wet hats with their hands, as if they were capitulating. The slightly larger ships were either used to transport bullets, drugs and other valuables, or they had been sunk by German planes. The ships in the hands of the Soviets were getting smaller and smaller, sometimes even smaller enough to accommodate only a dozen people. When the weather is good, the German planes will bomb along the river bank to find out the bigger ships in disguise and sink them. The smaller the ships, the better the disguise. Therefore, these surviving ships are the smaller ones“ Put it down! Put your hands down Rokosovsky frowned slightly. Before he spoke, an officer in charge of reception came over and yelled at the recruits: "stand up! Get up here! There will be people up there to receive you! step on it! Let's go These recruits are not only welcomed by craters scattered by the river, but also by guns piled together and damaged for a long time, cars and other weapons. The camouflaged field hospital is full of disabled soldiers who need to withdraw to the rear, as well as groups of sick soldiers waiting for anti-inflammatory drugs. So these recruits were walking along the muddy river, one by one, on the Bank of the river. Then they were divided into groups, and let their wet clothes stick to them. They were tired and went to some warehouses and factories that had not completely collapsed. Rokosovsky didn't speak. In his sight, about two or three boats arrived here at the same time. The people jumped off the boat and walked on the ground which had been tossed into mud by the rain and the soldiers in front of them. These soldiers were staggering. Most of them looked at rokosovsky who was standing at a high place overlooking everything with strange eyes. No one can remember how many ships of soldiers were sent to Stalingrad, but everyone knows that the wounded were taken away by the ships that left, not even one tenth of the number of soldiers brought in. In other words, there are thousands of soldiers who no longer need to leave. They will be integrated into the city and can no longer be separated“ How about food consumption? Is that enough planning in advance? " Looking at the ship after ship of soldiers being unloaded on the shore, rokosovsky suddenly asked the assistant behind him. But what he was feeling in his heart was "such a ship of people, maybe all of them were killed in one shell..." his assistant put his head a little closer to his boss and said, "Comrade General, because the number of soldiers killed in the battle is too large, we have a lot of grain left in reserve. Except a small part of it was destroyed by the German bombing, most of it is very safe, It can be used at any time. "“ Well... Don't be stingy. " After listening to what the assistant said, rokosovsky nodded, and then continued to command in a calm tone: "give these new soldiers more food and let them die for their motherland. Anyway, let them have a full meal before they die."“ Yes! Comrade general, I see. " The assistant immediately promised that it was no big deal to divide the grain, and he didn't have to express his opinion on such a small matter. Compared with these trifles, he is more concerned about how to find a better excuse to leave this terrible city. Compared with the high survival rate of German soldiers, the proportion of Soviet soldiers' losses in fighting in Stalingrad was quite high. Often thousands of soldiers were pulled to the front line, and in a few hours, only half or even one third of them were left. There are almost no supplementary soldiers who can survive the first day here, and those veterans are killed anytime and anywhere. After a heavy rain, I have at least 50000 more soldiers in my hand? Rokosovsky is a little relieved, this group of supplementary soldiers can be regarded as allowing him to continue to persist“ Send a telegram to Moscow, and once again ask Marshal Zhukov to lead the troops to the south for support as soon as possible. " Rokosovsky turned and walked back: "it's not the way to stay here after all... Zhukov, you don't even know such a simple thing, do you?"