Chapter 945: Captives are not allowed to speak

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"Suddenly! Suddenly! Boom!" Suddenly, there were messy gunshots in the corridor, some were the sound of the German assault rifle, and some sounded like the sound of the sand submachine gun, in short, the sound of shooting everywhere, one Time made the whole basement very lively. ￡,
After only a few tens of seconds, the gunfire gradually stopped. The noisy noise just seemed to have never happened before, and the guard captain's face also showed a weird smile: "Look Do n’t worry about too many problems. Now that the people who are bothering you have been cleared, you are my new lifeguard.

A guard carrying a Sha submachine gun came in and stood upright towards the captain of the guard: "Sir, the entire headquarters is already under our control, and all the stubborn personnel have been cleaned up."
"Well done, take our Comrade Commander Rokosovsky, and see the sun outside. After all, he has been sitting here long enough, and he seems to have forgotten that some things cannot be changed. Third The empire won, and this is the new issue we need to consider now. "The captain of the guard shook his pistol flatly, signaling Rokosovsky to go first.
This general who once worked under Tiemu Xinge and eventually became one of Zhukov's most powerful commanders took a heavy step and walked out of his office that he had not left in three days. Behind him were not the guards who protected him, but two traitors who were facing him with guns.
Outside the door of the office, there was also a Soviet soldier who was also carrying a submachine gun, and at the feet of the soldier who was carrying the submachine gun were lying two female secretaries with blond hair. Blood also flowed from the chests of the two corpses. The two civilian female sergeants who handled the documents lay down on the floor in silence, so quietly.
Rokosovsky continued to move forward, and the body at his foot became a young guard who had been loyal and following him. This guard was Rokosovsky's cousin nephew, who was originally climbing Relatives wanted to mix a bowl of rice, but now they are still dead here.
After walking out of this room outside, the body suddenly increased. After all, there were more guards and soldiers installed, so when the initial mutiny occurred, the people instinctively resisted instinctively. Dozens of soldiers either died against the wall or lay in the middle of the corridor, some were mutineers with submachine guns, some were military officers with pistols and civilian staff.
"You can control the place with better-looking means ..." Rokosovsky walked to the wall, squatted down, and reached out to stroke the staff who had just walked out of his office. This person has worked with him for a year, and the two have a profound friendship.
The staff squeezed a small and delicate pistol, and looked at Rokosovsky with his eyes indifferent. Obviously he could no longer close his eyes, and there was no way to raise his arms to the enemy. He had several holes in his body, blood had stained his military uniform, Rokosovsky sighed, stood up from the ground, and continued to walk forward under the watch of many soldiers.
Somewhere further, Rokosovsky finally saw the German special forces he was thinking about. These helmets were made of elite action troops made of special materials. At this moment, they have deep eyes and are curious. Looked up and down at him.
The tactical vests of these people seem to have never been seen before. Even the military uniforms in the vests are not the same as ordinary German infantry. Some of these people carry mg-44 assault rifles, and some carry g43 semi-automatic rifles. Some people are smoking against the wall, while others are watching the surrendering headquarters staff.
"What about your officers? In this case, I still want to talk to your officers. After all, I don't like talking to a traitor. This is my personal dignity." Rokosovsky looked like The German special forces soldiers who were officers were speaking in an ironic tone.
"They basically don't speak Russian. I think you can talk more, and he won't understand what you say." The captain of the guard sneered with a gun and pressed Rokosovsky's back, beckoning him not to No further nonsense, keep going.
Sure enough, the Germans were indifferent, allowing the captain of the guard to rush Rokosovsky forward. Rokosovsky shouted loudly, hoping to attract the attention of others: "Is anyone able to speak Russian? I'm the chief officer here, I have something to discuss with someone who understands Russian."
A German officer finally stopped Rokosovsky, who was about to walk out of the basement, and then asked in a proficient Russian: "Hello, I can understand what you said, we need to do a lot of things, hope Do n’t waste our time. What you want to say, you can start.

"If you want, I can order all the troops here and stop the resistance ..." Rokosovsky said with some trembling: "There are enough people dead here, really enough. I want What do you do for those who survive, I hope you can understand. "
Ten minutes later, the long-lost sound rang from the horn in the square. The Soviet soldiers who were struggling in the ruins heard a familiar voice and heard an incredible message: "Dear Red Army soldiers, all are still fighting. Comrades ... I am Constantine? Constantinovic? Rokosovsky ... If you will, please follow my last command, put down your arms and stop all unnecessary resistance. , The Battle of Stalingrad is over, you have tried your best. "
"Thank you for your courage and tenacity for a long time. I am an incompetent person who brought you into this desperate abyss. I ’m destined to be a clown, but you do n’t have to take your own life for me. Put down your arms, German The commander has promised to keep everyone safe, as long as you give up resistance. "Rokosovsky's trembling voice finally stopped, and the gunshots of Stalingrad became thinner.
When the commander-in-chief of Stalingrad stepped out of the basement, he saw the German leopard tank parked at the door, and the corpses of the Soviet defenders, and the invisible ruins and rubble. There were faint gunshots in the streets not far away, and it seemed that the resistance here did not stop immediately as he had hoped.
Some soldiers who lost their souls began to curl up in the corner to commit suicide. Many people cried loudly but refused to drop their weapons. There were shouts of surrender everywhere, and there were also dense gunshots of sudden fierce fire. Some civilians did not know where they came from, and stood on both sides of the street, watching the dejected Soviet soldiers with their hands passing in front of them.
The nearly two months of hard work has finally ended today, and it seems that the soldiers who have forgotten how normal days look like have lost their last faith to support themselves. They did not prevent the invaders from occupying the city named by the leader. They were sorry for the hundreds of thousands of predecessors who died here.
Rokosovsky felt that the sunlight was dazzling. He narrowed his eyes, then raised his arms and blocked the sunlight above his head with his palm. Along the dazzling light, in a building not far away, only four floors left, a dozen German grenadiers were busy hanging a red on the wall.
Huge curtain-like flags spread out on the outer wall of the building, and with the sound of one after another, the name "Akado Rudolph" shouted more and more neatly. An armored car was filled with German soldiers. They were escorted by two teams of Ukrainian soldiers carrying weapons and passed in front of Rokosovsky.
The armored vehicle is no longer a flamboyant machine gun, but a temporarily made horn. The horn repeatedly replays the order that General Rokosovsky has ordered to surrender, calling on all Soviets that are standing on the position. The warriors laid down their weapons and stood up to surrender.
A team of German soldiers came over with their weapons. They were surrounded by Soviet captives holding their heads next to each other. These people were fighting bloodlessly to prevent Stalingrad from falling into the hands of the Germans. They were full of heroes who died here in battle an hour ago. It is a pity that once there is such a glimmer of hope, most people will still choose to live humblely, because alive, they can also have the opportunity to wait for another hope.
"Bah!" A Soviet battalion commander, walking forward with his head in his hands, saw Rokosovsky, who was standing next to a leopard tank by the roadside. He spit and passed the former boss. At the time, an angry face fell to the ground: "! Traitor! How many people died here because of your orders? They trusted you, they died for your orders! But you, you still have Face lives in this world! "
The officer of the German Special Forces glanced at the battalion commander, then smiled, took out a box of beautifully packed French cigarettes from his pocket, ripped off the lid, pulled out two, and handed one to the guard. , One handed to Rokosovsky. Then he helped two people order cigarettes, and then smoked another cigarette to light himself: "If you feel uncomfortable, I can let him shut up."
Before Rokosovsky spoke, there was a gunshot in the distance, and the Soviet captive battalion commander who was still scolding the street fell down, and another unlucky egg beside him was also hit by the same bullet. Screamed and fell to the ground.
A half-rare Russian came from a distance, making everyone shudder: "The captives are not allowed to speak! Otherwise, he will end!"