Chapter 827 This is hell

During the day, the Volga River was intensively blockaded by the German Air Force. Stukas, 109s, 190s, Junkers 88s and other steel monsters all came into battle, forcibly turning the formerly rippling Volga River into blood burning with death flames. of river.

Malashenko has heard rumors like this more than once, even in the past two days.

But seeing the legendary scene with his own eyes was the first time for Malashenko that a big girl got on the sedan chair.

The scene in front of me was more like a miserable place that had just been ravaged and trampled by demons during the day than an imaginary dock.

Death, corpses and ruins are the main theme here. Even in the cool breeze just now, the smell of blood and the smell of burnt human flesh under the burning corpses are floating.

A German BF109 fighter jet crashed into a building that looked like a dock shipping office building. The aircraft's butt was inserted upside down on the three-story ruins. The nose was hanging outside. At first sight, people were surprised at what this aircraft actually was. What kind of crashing posture did it take to look like this?

No one paid attention to the body of the German pilot hanging half outside the cockpit. He was shot to death in mid-air by the Red Army soldiers on the dock when he tried to escape after the plane crashed. From that time on, it was like... It was the Chinese Lunar New Year that hung motionless on the wreckage of the plane like bacon from the rafters. No one could remember how long this scene had lasted.

Malashenko, who was the first to get off the bus, led his team into the pier. The Red Army soldiers guarding the entrance simply checked Malashenko's ID and then let him go with salutes and thanks.

At present, no one in Stalingrad knows the name Malashenko. Even the German soldiers who picked up Soviet newspapers and leaflets to wipe their butts already know that there is a man named Malashenko in the city. The Russians were very powerful and could slaughter their troops without leaving any trace. The unlucky ones who encountered this Russian villain either went to see God or were sent to a prisoner of war camp.

So far, there is no German soldier who can come back alive to brag and describe what the Russian villain looks like.

"Have you heard? That Malashenko seems to be the "Iron Butcher" that has been rumored among armored soldiers before. It is said that this guy has killed several of our divisions, and nearly 100 colonels fell into his hands alone. A class.”

Several German soldiers sat around a fire in the ruins at night, roasting late-night snacks and waiting to fill their stomachs before going to bed. Now was the best time to chat for a while.

"I think they are all bragging. How can there be Russians so powerful? Didn't I say it above? They are all rumors. We will soon kill all those Russians who are stubbornly resisting, and then the city will be full of Our German flag."

The fat German soldier holding a spoon in his hand and stirring the liquid food in the pot spoke plausibly, but the thin monkey-shaped German soldier who had just lit a cigarette next to him was obviously dismissive of this.

"I really can't believe you still believe this nonsense. Have you forgotten what happened during the day? The Russian guy rushed up with a flamethrower, pulled a grenade and blew himself up. His whole body was covered with fire! It was like It’s a demon crawling out of hell! Baker, Voss and Eric were all killed by him. I still feel trembling all over when I think about it. It’s so terrifying.”

"Reinhard is right, what is said on the loudspeaker is all bullshit and lies."

"I just want to leave this city alive now. Bullets can kill those Russians but not their will. We surrounded a small barn for a week but couldn't knock it down. A week later we saw those Russians with our own eyes. They sang military songs and set fire to their own barns without leaving any grain for us. They even burned themselves to death!"

"I have never seen such an opponent, and I have never thought about defeating such a guy! Stalingrad is hell. I just want to crawl out of hell while I am still alive. My children and wife need me. ,It's that simple."

The German soldier, holding a sausage in his hand and heating it on the fire, slowly told the story that made him feel horrified. His unusually vivid expression had nothing to do with lying. It was obvious that this This so-called "terrible" is indeed sincere.

Several other German soldiers who also experienced terrible things during the day fell silent. Now no one dares to say that the Russians in the city of Stalingrad are easy to deal with.

Even those workers wearing greasy overalls can hold on to the tattered rifles and even the tools they use to fight them. Shouldn’t these workers, who are usually the lowest, be the ones who want to resist the most? Who would most like to see the German army attack? Just like their superiors told them before entering Stalingrad.

The German soldiers who looked at what was happening now with the real scene in their hometown couldn't understand why those Russians were so desperate to resist and fight to the end. Even if they died, they would have to drag a German soldier on their back to be willing to do so. This kind of Where does the terrifying and terrifying ferocity come from?

Several German soldiers sitting in front of the campfire stared and couldn't figure it out. In the end, they could only attribute the cause to "Bolshevik brainwashing" and the propaganda of their superiors.

As for whether this argument is true and whether it is the final answer, the confused German soldiers don't know in their hearts, but they will never believe it anymore.

After hurriedly eating the heated liquid food in a small pot and some meat roasted on the fire, the few German soldiers who enjoyed a rare meal quickly wrapped themselves in blankets and fell asleep in the corner of the ruins. There will be new ones tomorrow. The battle is waiting for them to fill it with their lives.

No one wants to be shot to death by a Russian because of lack of sleep and lack of energy. Such a way of death is simply a loss. Thunderous snoring soon started to sound everywhere in the relatively safe ruins of the German-occupied area. .

But for Malashenko, who was preparing to board the ship at the dock, there was definitely no chance to have a good sleep tonight.

"Hurry up, everyone, move quickly! We have ten minutes to board the ship and unload all the things we can take away from the car. Send a few more people to help the maintenance camp move heavy things, over there."

Malashenko, who was standing next to the convoy directing the boarding, had not finished his sentence when a quarrel from not far away interrupted Malashenko's thoughts.

"Where did this child run away from? Where are his parents? Someone come and take this child away!"

"Let me go, I want to see Captain Malashenko, let me go!"