Chapter 890: Stupid home

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One of the unrecognizable streets in Stalingrad was full of craters exploded by German artillery fire. The bodies of Soviet soldiers were discarded on the sides of these craters, and parts of various people were scattered in the craters. The entire Stalingrad is full of such scenes, like a ruined dead zone.
Two local civilians in Stalingrad carried a stretcher, and numbly picked up the unlucky egg whose head had been shattered by a German sniper with a gauze-handed hand and dropped it on the stretcher. This is the default of both military forces, allowing local civilians to clean up their bodies to avoid large-scale outbreaks of infectious diseases.
The position in the distance has not completely calmed down. The clicking sound of the machine gun when it fired a bullet, combined with the rifle shot of one shot, like a symphony, adds a trace to this city that has not much noise. vitality.
A German gunman suddenly turned up behind a collapsed low wall. From his dress, he was a serious German grenadier, with a tactical vest, a grenade, and a g43 semi-automatic rifle. In addition, he is a standard German, and the medal on his chest also shows that he participated in the second Polish battle.
He carefully bent down and walked quickly across the block. Behind him, the second German soldier followed the low wall, but obviously this was a Ukrainian servant army, wearing a SS that had not been cleaned for a long time. Military uniform, no tactical vest, carrying a standard Mauser 98k rifle.
Approximately seventeen or eight German soldiers fished out from behind the low wall. They walked across the street in front of them with great vigilance, passing two locals who were carrying dead bodies, leaning on the outer wall of the building opposite the street. , Taking a short break. They watched two civilians with white armbands on their arms, and watched them throw their opponent's body into a deep crater.
The Germans obviously cooperated for a very long time. After a few tens of seconds of rest, they acted in tacit agreement. Some of them turned into the building behind them, and some of them overran from the wings, and soon came inside the house Dense gunshots. The two civilians on the street shrunk their necks, even without obvious evasion. They still kept busy and threw the surrounding bodies into the big pit that was about to be filled.
In an ordinary battle for rooms, the Soviet and German armies competed for every inch of land underfoot. Some even joked that even if they occupied the bedroom, they still had to compete with the enemy for the kitchen.
The gunshots gradually faded, and suddenly a Soviet soldier stumbled out of the gate, and he had two holes in his body. He looked at the two civilians on the street with a dazed face, and then struggled After two hits, he finally fell to the ground and no longer made any sound.
A German soldier chased out, leaned against the door and watched the Soviet soldier, who was actually dying, escaped from the house, watched him finally fall exhausted, and then turned his attention to two. Soviet civilians. He tilted his head slightly and motioned to the two Soviet civilians to continue.
So the two Soviet civilians who cleaned the body walked next to the new Soviet corpse, one carrying the crossed legs, one grasped the soldier ’s collar, and lifted the body together, and then they lost it And threw the body into the big pit.
Over the head of the Soviet soldier who had just died, the helmet he wore slipped down and crashed to the ground with a jingle, because of the power, he wobbled back and forth and rotated slightly. But its owner obviously doesn't need it anymore, and never needs it.
Since the first counterattack was counterattacked by the Germans, the Soviets launched a large-scale counterattack yesterday. Unfortunately, this time the Soviet counterattacks were blocked by the Germans' desperation and were blocked until the next morning. Did not advance far enough.
In the basement of the Soviet defenders in Stalingrad, several Soviet commanders were sketching on the map. They did not take many positions. Each one needed to be marked carefully, and then decided by Rokosovsky, After all, there must be given up, where can we continue to stick to it.
"The second assault was not going well. The weapons the Ukrainians were equipped with by the Germans have been improved, and the Ukrainian troops have also become more mature." A division commander who returned from the front line, with a bandage on his hand, attacked Rocoso Fuskihui reported: "Although the Germans did not fight back, our military casualties are still very huge."
During the talk, the German shelling once again patronized the area around the headquarters, and one after another large-caliber shells smashed on the ground, tearing the surrounding buildings with a destructive force, and making the earth tremble. . The dust falling from the canopy hit the maps and documents, making a clear sound, like a timer on a clock, striking everyone's thoughts at once.
This is hell, no one can escape from hell. The average life expectancy of newly recruited Soviet soldiers is only one day, which means that the supplementary soldiers can only live for less than 20 hours on the battlefield in most cases. They were either torn apart by artillery shells or buried under collapsed houses, either sieved by German bullets or sifted by friendly army bullets.
The Soviets mobilized a total of 30 division combat troops from the Eastern Front and strengthened them to the Caucasus. Among them, 10 divisions were handed over to Rokosovsky, and the remaining 20 divisions were to be deployed in the direction of the Baku oil field. Now the newly arrived troops of Stalingrad have been completely wiped out by the Germans.
Yes, it was completely eliminated. Although the reserve team in the hands of Rokosovsky is still huge, the consumption rate of this reserve team is several times or even a dozen times that the Soviets expected. According to this speed calculation, within half a year and another two or three months, the Germans could dash from Stalingrad north to south.
Rokosovsky smiled helplessly. He just sent his distress telegram to Moscow a few days ago, requesting Zhukov to draw up a plan for a decisive battle south to rescue hundreds of thousands of Soviet troops trapped in the southern theater. He hoped that the main force of the Soviet army would go south and collide with Guderian's armored forces. Even if they did not achieve the results of annihilating the g-group army, it would be enough to make the German n-group army dread and not dare to attack Stalingrad.
As a front-line commander, Rokosovsky certainly knew the importance of the Caucasus to the Germans and the Soviet Union. He made his judgment as the highest commander in the Caucasus region. He felt that the direction of the German attack must be the Caucasus.
Therefore, he was very convinced that the German army a group army and f group army basically did not move, because the German army lacked oil support. Because of this, he encouraged Zhukov, hoping that the Soviet commander-in-chief would persuade Stalin to boldly give up Moscow's initiative to fight for war.
Although the senior Soviet troops and US experts have great confidence in the guerrilla operations in the Caucasus mountains, Rokosovsky, who knows the Soviet army, knows it. Aside from the technical issues, at least the Germans are not as good as It seems so afraid of street fighting or guerrilla warfare.
It is possible to follow the transport lines along the coast of Georgia and the Caspian Sea, without sweeping the mountains, and only control the transport lines, and kill Baku all the way. The key is whether there is an advantage in logistics supply and personnel strength, and how strong the enemy's will to resist is. In addition to Baku, the oil production area near Grozny is definitely a big cake that the Germans covet.
"The reinforcements will come soon, what are you afraid of?" Rokosovsky signaled the wounded officer to leave his headquarters, and then stood up and walked around a square wooden pillar supporting the roof and walked Reaching the sandbag wall, he reached out and stroked the dusty Stalingrad map.
He did not believe that the talent of the old boss Zhukov would really abandon Stalingrad, regardless of guarding the existence of Moscow, which is far inferior to Stalingrad. So he knew that reinforcements would come sooner or later, and he was crushed in a thunderous situation.
Because of this, he was thinking about how to use the limited troops in the hands of the Soviet army when the Soviet army began to go south, entangle the frontal German army n group army, and prevent it from going north to support Guderian ’s g group army. . As long as the g group army is defeated, the n group army will be forced to retreat, and the m group army will also be reversed because of the rear contraction of the defense line. The German army will be forced to switch from strategic attack to strategic defense.
"Comrade General! Comrade General! The top secret telegram!" A combat staff member pinched a telegram and walked into the headquarters of Rokosovsky. He stood upright and saluted him before putting the book. The thin electronic newspaper was handed over to Rokosovsky.
"Zhukov's main force went south?" With full of joy, Rokosovsky grabbed the telegram, but the content inside made him desperate. The telegram was indeed written by Zhukov, but the content was exactly the opposite of what Rokosowski thought: "In view of the lack of oil in the German army and the lack of relevant evidence, the plan of the main force to go south to the decisive battle was suspended. The base combat group must stand by Stalingrad and fight for favorable conditions for the subsequent Soviet counterattack. "
Below the order, there is clearly a statement that Zhukov personally told Rokosovsky: "Comrade Rokosovsky, Moscow was bombed on a large scale last night. Comrade Stalin and I suspected that the German army was short of fuel. The news is correct. So the offense plan is suspended, please understand. "
"Hehe." Rokosovsky dropped the telegram at his feet, sneered twice, and then sighed, "I don't even understand the truth about the speed of the soldiers. I'm really stupid."