Imperial Overlord

Timoshenko felt fear for the first time, and the enemy tank was only a short kilometer away from him.

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As the battle progressed, more than half of the 400,000 Soviet troops surrendered. There are not even 70,000 people willing to fight and die in Brest with Timoshenko.

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On March 27, a week after the war between the Soviet Union and Germany, Timoshenko walked out of the basement that served as his headquarters and went to the wounded barracks in the city to inspect the situation.

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There he saw the wounded all over the ground, as well as the corpses that died in the corner without treatment.

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"Our troops resisted very heroically, but after Germany seized the railway station and the supply warehouse, they did not further compress our defensive positions." An officer bitterly reported to Timoshenko on the past two days. battle situation.

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The Germans did not intend to enter the city to continue the **** battle. They controlled the warehouse where the Soviet Union hoarded goods, as well as the railway station outside the city, thus ignoring Timoshenko, who was full of wounded soldiers.

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This Soviet army does not have any combat effectiveness. They rely on the city and have the capital to resist, but once they decide to fight back, they will be destroyed in an instant.

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"You guys have done well, really well..." Brother Timoshen nodded and walked out of the field hospital lonely.

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When walking to the street full of bomb craters, the Soviet marshal turned his head to look at the lightly wounded who were sent to the door behind him, and forced a smile.

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After returning to his headquarters, Brother Timoshen called his last remaining senior commanders. He looked at these familiar faces and said slowly, "I order you to surrender..."

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"Marshal... we can still persevere!" An officer hugged his steel helmet and said with tears in his eyes, "Let's persevere!"

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"Yeah! Marshal! For the sake of the motherland, let us die here!" Another officer also sobbed and said, "Sooner or later, Comrade Stalin will fight back!"

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"Don't say it, if we all die here, then even if we win in the end, what does it have to do with us?" Brother Timoshen waved his hand and said to his subordinates.

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After all, if people really didn't want to die in battle, they would have found an opportunity to surrender long ago. What remains now are some fierce warriors who are not afraid of death.

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If it weren't for the fact that these troops really paid no attention, perhaps Brest would have been completely occupied by the German army yesterday.

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"Surrender! Go back and restrain your troops and wait for the Germans to receive them." Timoshenko said sincerely, and finally issued an order.

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Then he let his subordinates leave, and he was the only one left in the empty basement.

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He walked to the hanger, took out his pistol from the armed belt hanging on it, and loaded the bullet.

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With a calm face, he walked to his map table, sat on a chair, and stroked the dusty combat map twice with his hands.

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Immediately afterwards, the Soviet marshal put the pistol on his head and pulled the trigger.

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"Bah!" A gunshot rang out in the room, alerting the guards and other officers outside the door. They rushed into the room and saw the body of Timoshenko and fell down beside the chair.

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"Marshal! Marshal!" Everyone was in a hurry, some people shouted, some people went up to help and check, and the basement became a mess for a while.

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Timoshenko, the top military commander in charge of the Soviet Thunderstorm Plan, shot himself on the morning of March 27 after the defeat and died in the besieged city of Brest.

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Just half an hour later, the Soviet defenders raised the white flag and surrendered. The Soviet army did not say who made the decision to surrender.

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No one is willing to bear Stalin's anger, and no one is willing to let their family members go to Siberia to do hard labor. In order to escape the order to surrender, Timoshenko chose to commit suicide.

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However, he did issue an order to surrender temporarily, and let his subordinates find their own way...

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Afterwards, the German army took control of the whole of Brest, and military vehicles crossed the road full of craters, waiting for the entry of the engineers and the follow-up troops.

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German soldiers occupied all nearby neighborhoods, disarmed the Soviets, and annihilated about 200 Soviet soldiers who refused to surrender.

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A company commander of German infantry took his soldiers into a Soviet field hospital filled with the smell of death, and saw a disgusting scene inside.

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There may have been no medicines here for several days, and it was full of corpses. Although it was only in March, it was already possible to see crawling bugs and some flies from unknown sources on the corpses inside.

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Because there were too many corpses, the air here seemed a little turbid. Most of the German soldiers standing outside the door covered their mouths and noses involuntarily.

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There were civilians and soldiers among the corpses. There were only about a few dozen civilian corpses, but soldiers' corpses piled up.

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In order to take care of the marshal's face, when Timoshenko inspected, the field hospital that his subordinates took him to looked much better than this abandoned **** here.

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Even so, Timoshen committed suicide. If he saw the scene here, it is estimated that even the courage to commit suicide would have disappeared.

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From the tattered clothes on the corpse, it can be seen that there are children and old people, as well as men and women. Of course, the faces of these corpses are now unrecognizable.

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In the beginning, it may have been a high-level headquarters, because you can also see the relatively rare air defense camouflage nets in the Soviet Union, as well as some well-preserved tables and chairs.

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However, with the German attack and the continuous loss of personnel, this place is estimated to be abandoned. Then it became a field hospital, and the wounded began to gather from all directions.

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In the end, because of the shortage of medicines and the loss and departure of medical staff, this place was used as a huge morgue about two or three days ago.

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On the table, a few bandages were scattered in a mess beside the dead bodies of Soviet wounded soldiers who had apparently been rescued, and a few maps were thrown on the ground, which seemed to be covered with dust.

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"Inform the people from the disinfection unit to come and deal with this place." The German company commander put his hand on his nose and frowned as he gave his order.

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After a pause, he then instructed his subordinates: "Tell our people, don't stay overnight here, try to stay away from here after disinfection, and put up a warning sign at the door... Damn it! What the hell!"

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The company commander of the German infantry unit turned his head and decided not to look at the hell-like morgue. He pointed to the half-collapsed building in the distance, and asked his platoon leader: "Don't look here, Have you checked there?"

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"It was very clean, with only a few dozen panicked Soviet refugees. They handed over their weapons and were very cooperative," the platoon leader beside him replied as he lit a cigarette for himself.

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The company commander nodded, suddenly remembered something, and continued to ask: "Since there are weapons over there, are there any Soviet prisoners?"

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"Yes! About ten wounded soldiers." The platoon commander, who took a cigarette and carried a submachine gun on his back, replied: "I took a look at it myself, and they were all seriously injured. I guess our doctors would not waste the medicine. If I were like that , I guess I don't want to live anymore."

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"Well." The company commander also lit a cigarette, then threw the empty cigarette case at his feet, and said with a wry smile: "Give them a good time, since we don't have any extra medicine for them to waste, don't waste it. already."

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There was no sign on the package of the cigarette, only a word in German: "lucky". This is completely the bad taste of a traveler, a kind joke that imitates Lucky Cigarettes.

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However, this was widely praised by the soldiers, who were willing to believe that this cigarette could bring them good luck, so the Fuhrer's lucky cigarette continued like this.

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This is war. When I see dozens of corpses lying in front of me, I have no other special emotions except nausea.

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After numbness, people no longer have feelings of pity and sadness in their hearts. Only indifference is eternal, the kind of indifference that makes it impossible to distinguish good from bad.

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It seems to be a kind of self-protection. If you maintain this indifference, you can bravely face the life and death of others. No grief for the departure of a comrade in arms, nor tormented by nightmares for killing an enemy.

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Under the **** of indifference, there is no trace of guilt when ordering the execution of the other's wounded soldiers.

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Because that is only a matter of course, the next second may be those saved drugs can save yourself - of course, whether these drugs can save your conscience at the same time, then no one can know.

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"Let all the soldiers hurry up and eat something~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is estimated that in an hour, we will leave here with the rear guard." Carrying his rifle, the German infantry commander looked into the distance and said.

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Fighting troops are almost never able to stay and garrison the cities where they fight. It can only be handed over to the recruits in the rear, as well as the SS to manage.

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Second, the dust-covered front-line troops could only embark on a long journey after resting, heading for a more sinister battlefield in the distance.

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Withdrew his gaze, he saw groups of disarmed Soviet soldiers walking through the streets listlessly, the company commander puffing at the clouds and looking at the Soviet prisoners who were also looking at him.

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The siege and annihilation of Brest is over. The German army annihilated more than 90,000 Soviet troops and took 326,000 prisoners. This is really a great victory, isn't it?

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And a few days later, the captive record was broken. The Germans attacking from the north surrounded a part of the Western Front of the Soviet Union, and the other side surrendered very simply. A total of 450,000 people became German prisoners.