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

As the battle progressed, more than half of the 400,000 Soviet troops surrendered. Those who were willing to die in Brest with Timuxine were less than 70,000 people.

On March 27, a week after the Soviet and German war started, Timuxin Ge walked out of the basement of his command center, went to the wounded barracks in the city and inspected the situation.

There he saw wounded people all over the ground, and bodies that died in the corner without treatment.

"Our troops resisted very bravely, but after Germany seized the railway station and material supply warehouse, it did not further compress our defensive positions." An officer reported to Timuxinge bitterly about the battle situation in the past two days.

The German army did not intend to continue the bloody battle. They controlled the Soviet warehouse where the goods were hoarded and the train station outside the city, and ignored the wounded brother Temuxin.

This Soviet army really has no combat power. 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.

"You have done well, really well..." Brother Timuxin nodded and walked out of this field hospital lonely.

When he walked to the street full of bullet craters, the Soviet marshal turned around and looked at the lightly wounded men who were sent to the door behind him, and barely squeezed out a smile.

After returning to his command center, Timuxin called the last few senior commanders he had left. He looked at these familiar faces and spoke slowly, "I order you to surrender..."

"Marson...we can still hold on!" An officer held his helmet and said with tears in his eyes: "Let's stick on!"

"Yes! Marshal! Let's die here for the sake of the motherland!" Another officer also sobbed and advised: "Sooner or later, Comrade Stalin will fight back!"

"Stop talking. If we all died here in battle, then even if we win in the end, what does it have to do with us?" Brother Temuxin waved his hand and said to his subordinates.

After all, if someone who really did not want to die in battle would have looked for an opportunity to surrender before. Now the rest are some brave men who are fearless.

If these troops were not for the cost, perhaps Brest would have been completely occupied by the German army yesterday.

"Surrender! Go back and restrain your troops and wait for the German army to accept it." Temuxin Ge spoke sincerely and finally gave an order.

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

He walked to the clothes hanger, pulled out his pistol from the armed belt hanging on it, and loaded the bullets.

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

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

"Bang!" A gunshot in the room alarmed the guards and other officers outside the door. They rushed into the room and saw Brother Tiemxin's body and fell next to the chair.

"Marson! Marshal!" Everyone was in a hurry, some people shouted, and some people went up to support and check it out, and for a moment the basement was in chaos.

Timusingo, the highest military commander in charge of the Soviet thunderstorm plan, shot himself on the morning of March 27 after his defeat and died in the city of Brest, which was trapped in the encirclement.

Just half an hour later, the Soviet defenders hung up the white flag to surrender. Who made the decision to surrender, but this Soviet force did not say anything.

No one was willing to bear Stalin's anger, and no one was willing to let his family go to Siberia to do hard work. In order to avoid giving orders to surrender, Temuxine chose to commit suicide directly.

But he did give the order to surrender before the moment, and kindly let his subordinates find a way out...

Then, the German army controlled the entire Brest, and the military vehicles crossed the craters, waiting for the entry of engineers and subsequent troops.

German soldiers occupied all nearby blocks, disarmed all the Soviet troops, and wiped out about 200 Soviet soldiers who refused to surrender.

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

There may not be any medicine here for several days, and the corpses are piled up everywhere. Although it is only March now, you can see wriggling bugs and some flies on the corpses inside.

Because of too many corpses, the air here seemed a little cloudy. Most of the German soldiers standing outside the door couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses.

There are civilians and soldiers in the corpses. There are only about dozens of civilian corpses, but the soldiers' corpses are piled up like mountains.

In order to take care of the marshal's face, when Temuxin Ge inspected, the field hospital he took him to seemed much better than the abandoned hell here.

Even so, Brother Timuxin committed suicide. If he saw the scene here, he would probably have lost his courage to commit suicide.

From the ragged clothes on the corpse, it can be seen that there are children and elderly people, as well as men and women. Of course, the faces of these corpses are no longer recognizable.

At the beginning, this place might have been a high-level command center, because you can also see the rare anti-aircraft camouflage nets in the Soviet Union, as well as some well-preserved tables and chairs.

However, with the attacks of the German army and continuous losses of personnel, the place was probably abandoned. Then it turned into a field hospital, and the wounded began to gather from all directions.

Finally, due to the shortage of drugs, the losses and departure of medical staff, about two or three days ago, this place was used as a huge morgue.

On the table, there were several bandages thrown away by the bodies of more than a dozen Soviet wounded soldiers who had obviously been rescued, and a few maps were thrown on the ground, which looked like they were covered in dust.

"Notify the people from the disinfection force to come here and deal with it." The German company commander covered his nose with his hands and frowned and gave his order.

He paused, and then ordered his subordinates: "Tell us not to stay here overnight. After disinfection, try to stay away from here and put a warning sign at the door... Damn it! It's so damn!"

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

"There are very clean there, only a few dozen panicked Soviet refugees. They handed over their weapons and cooperated very well." The platoon leader next to him replied while lighting a cigarette for himself.

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

"Yes! About ten wounded soldiers." The platoon leader who took a cigarette and carried a submachine gun replied: "I went to take a look in person, and they were all seriously injured. I guess our doctor would not waste medicine. If I were that way, I probably wouldn't want to survive."

"Yes." The company commander also lit a cigarette, then threw the empty cigarette box at his feet, and said with a wry smile: "Give them some fun. Since we don't waste the extra medicine for them, don't waste it."

There was no sign on the packaging of the cigarette, only a German word: "lucky". This was completely a time traveler's evil taste, a kind joke imitating the good-color cigarette.

However, doing so has been widely praised by soldiers, and they are willing to believe that this cigarette can bring them good luck, so the lucky cigarette of the head of state continued.

This is war. When you see dozens of corpses standing in front of you, you will have no other special emotions except disgust.

When numb, people no longer have pity or sadness in their hearts. Only indifference is eternal, the kind of indifference that makes people unable to distinguish between good and bad.

It seems to be a kind of self-protection. If you maintain this indifference, you can face the life and death of others bravely. You will not be sad for your comrades leaving, nor will you suffer from nightmares to kill your enemies.

Under the rule of indifference, he no longer felt guilty when he ordered the other party's wounded soldiers to be executed.

Because that is just a matter of course, the saved drugs may save you in the next second. Of course, no one can know whether these drugs can save your conscience at the same time.

"Let all soldiers hurry up and eat something. I guess in an hour, we will leave here with the rear guard." The German infantry company commander looked into the distance and said, "With his rifle on his back, he said.

The combat troops could almost never stay and stationed in the city where they fought. This place could only be handed over to the new recruits in the rear, and the SS.

Er, the dusty front-line troops could only set out on a long journey again after resting and heading towards a more dangerous battlefield in the distance.

Retracting his gaze, he saw teams of disarmed Soviet soldiers walking listlessly across the streets, the company commander sucking clouds and looking at the Soviet prisoners who were also looking at him.

The Brest encirclement and annihilation war ended. The German army annihilated more than 90,000 Soviet troops and captured 326,000. This was really a great victory, right?

A few days later, the record of this prisoner was broken. The German army attacking from the north surrounded a unit of the Western Front of the Soviet Union. The other side surrendered very simply, with a total of 450,000 people becoming German prisoners-
Chapter completed!