Chapter 944

"Suddenly! Suddenly, suddenly! Bang In the corridor, there were a lot of random gunshots, some of them were German assault rifles, some of them sounded like * * sand submachine guns. In a word, there was the sound of shooting everywhere, which made the whole basement lively. ￡，

About a few seconds later, the gunfire gradually stopped. It seemed that the noise just now had never happened before, and the captain's face also showed a strange smile: "you see, don't worry about too many problems. Now the people who are in the way have been cleared, and you are my new life preserver."

A guard with a sand submachine gun came in and stood at attention to the guard chief: "Sir, the whole headquarters is under our control. All the diehards have been cleared."

"Well done, take our commander rokosovsky to see the sunshine outside. After all, he has been sitting here long enough and seems to have forgotten that some things can't be changed. The Third Reich won, and that's the new thing we need to think about now. " The Guard commander shook his pistol flat and motioned rokosovsky to go first.

The general, who once worked under timoshinger and eventually became one of Zhukov's most powerful commanders, walked out of the office where he had not left for three days with heavy steps. And he was not followed by guards to protect him, but by two traitors with guns against him.

Outside the office stood a Soviet soldier, who was also carrying a submachine gun. At the foot of the soldier, there were two female secretaries with golden hair. Blood also flowed from the chest of the two bodies. The two civilian female sergeants, who were responsible for handling documents, lay quietly on the floor.

Rokosovsky continued to move forward, and the body at his feet became a young guard who had been loyal to him. This guard was rokosovsky's cousin and nephew. Originally, his relatives wanted to eat a bowl of rice, but now he died here.

After all, there are more guards and soldiers here, so when the initial rebellion happened, the people here instinctively resisted firmly. Dozens of soldiers either died against the wall or in the middle of the corridor road. Some were rebels with submachine guns, some were officers with pistols, and some were civilians.

"You can control this place in a better way..." rokosovsky went to the wall, crouched down and touched the staff officer who had just walked out of his office. This man has worked with him for a year and they have a deep friendship.

Holding a small and exquisite pistol, the staff officer looked at rokosovsky with blank eyes. It was obvious that he could no longer close his eyes, nor could he raise his weapon to the enemy. There were several holes in his body, and the blood had dyed his uniform red. With a sigh, rokosovsky got up from the ground and went on under the custody of many soldiers.

Further outside, rokosovsky finally saw the German special forces that he had been longing for. These elite operational forces, whose helmets are made of special materials, were looking up and down at him curiously with deep eyes.

These men's tactical vests seem to have never been seen before. Even the uniforms in the vests are different from those of ordinary German infantry. Some of them are carrying mg-44 assault rifles, some are carrying G43 semi-automatic rifles, some are smoking against the wall, and some are guarding the surrender headquarters.

"And your officers? In this case, I still want to talk to your officers. After all, I don't like talking to a traitor. It's my personal dignity. " Rokosovsky spoke sarcastically to a German special forces soldier who looked like an officer.

"They basically don't know Russian. No matter how much you say, he won't understand what you say." The guard chief sneered and put a gun on rokosovsky's back, indicating that he would stop talking nonsense and move on.

Sure enough, the Germans were indifferent and let the captain drive rokosovsky forward. Rokosovsky yelled, hoping to attract attention: "can anyone speak Russian? I'm the top official here. I want to discuss something with someone who knows Russian. "

A German official finally stopped rokosovsky who was about to walk out of the basement, and then asked in proficient Russian: "Hello, I can understand what you said. We need to do a lot of things. I hope you don't waste our time. Whatever you want to say, you can start. "

"If you want, I can order all the troops here to stop resisting..." rokosovsky said with some trembling: "there are enough people dead here, really enough. I want to do something for those who survive, and I hope you can understand. "

More than ten minutes later, the trumpet on the square sounded a long lost voice. The Soviet soldiers struggling in the ruins heard the familiar voice and a message that they could not believe: "Dear Red Army soldiers, all comrades who are still fighting... I am Constantine? Constantinovic? Rokosovsky... If you like, please follow my last order, lay down your weapons and stop all unnecessary resistance. The battle of Stalingrad is over, and you have done your best. "

"Thank you for your bravery and tenacity for a long time. I am the incompetent man who brought you into this abyss of despair. I have been destined to be a clown, but you don't have to set up your own life for me. Lay down your arms. The German commander has promised to keep you safe as long as you give up your resistance. " Rokosovsky's trembling voice finally stopped, and the gunfire in 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, the bodies of the Soviet garrison, and the invisible ruins and debris. There were still faint gunshots in the street not far away. It seemed that the resistance here did not stop as soon as he hoped. Some soldiers who lost their souls began to curl up in the corner to commit suicide. Many people cried loudly but refused to leave their weapons. There were shouts of surrender all over the place, mixed with the sound of intense gunfire. Some civilians came out of nowhere, standing on both sides of the street, looking at the dejected Soviet soldiers passing in front of them with their hands raised. Today, nearly two months of hard fighting has finally ended. It seems that the soldiers who have forgotten what normal days look like have lost their final belief in supporting themselves. They did not prevent the invaders from occupying the city named after the leader. They are sorry for the hundreds of thousands of predecessors who died here. Rokosovsky felt the sun glare. He narrowed his eyes, then raised his arm and covered his head with the palm of his hand. Following the dazzling light, not far away from a building with only four floors left, a dozen German grenadiers were busy hanging a red flag on the wall. Huge curtain like flags spread out on the outer wall of the building, and with one sound after another, they were more and more neatly addressed to "akado? Rudolph, the name. An armored car full of German soldiers, escorted by two teams of Ukrainian soldiers carrying weapons, passed in front of rokosovsky. The armored vehicle is no longer equipped with a machine gun, but a temporary horn. The horn repeats the order that general rokosovsky has ordered to surrender, calling on all the Soviet warriors to lay down their weapons and come forward to surrender. A group of German soldiers came over with their own weapons. They were surrounded by Soviet prisoners with their heads in their hands. One hour ago, these people were still fighting to prevent Stalingrad from falling into the hands of the German army. An hour ago, they were full of the heroism of dying here. Unfortunately, once there is such a glimmer of hope, most people will still choose to live humbly, because if they live, they will have the opportunity to wait for another hope“ Pooh A Soviet battalion commander walking forward with his head in both hands saw rokosovsky standing beside the leopard tank on the side of the road. He had a mouthful of sticky phlegm. When he passed by the former boss, he spat angrily on the ground! traitor! How many people died here because of your orders? They trust you, they die for your orders! But you have a face to live in this world The officer of the German special forces took a look at the abusive battalion commander. Then he laughed and took out a box of French cigarettes from his pocket. He tore open the lid and pulled out two of them. One of them was handed to the guard captain and the other to rokosovsky. Then he also helped two people light cigarettes, and then he took out another cigarette to light it by himself: "if you feel uncomfortable, I can make him shut up." Without waiting for rokosovsky to speak, there was a gunshot in the distance. The Soviet captured battalion commander who was still swearing just now fell to the ground. Another unfortunate man beside him was also hit by the same bullet and fell to the ground with a scream. In the distance came a half baked Russian, which made everyone shudder: "prisoners are not allowed to speak! Otherwise he will come to an end